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Hi!

When I read your fics I was amazed how you write team dark and their dynamic. I was wondering, since I would like to write about them as well, but am struggling with really getting them to feel like actual people.

Do you have any tricks or things you keep in mind when writing Omega? And on top of that, what do you keep in mind when writing Rouge or Shadow? How do you make these three fit so well? Like three puzzle pieces that kind of have the right shape but still don’t quite align.

I’m sorry if this is a big ask, I’m just quite curious, you have written them so well in Mirror Verse and other one shots like CTRL + ALT + DELETE. Can’t help but ask for the secrets of the master :)

I am so honored by this question and you've also activated my trap card. I LOVE talking about how I see these guys and the vibes I keep in mind for each of them while writing.

The TL;DR:

Team Dark are a group of three mutually beneficial friends who regard each other as equals, even if they occasionally disagree/fight. In my opinion, if this is missing, you're no longer writing Team Dark, but "Rouge and her two dogs" or "IDW Shadow and his no good very bad mandates" or whatever. This is my most controversial opinion.

For Omega, he's the boisterous rebel of the group. He helps keep their momentum going at all times, and tends to be a driving force in conversations and the instigator of new actions.

For Shadow, he's the serious anchor of the team. He helps keep Team Dark together, tending to be the one most willing to let his true emotions show, whether that be his attachment to them or his real opinions on a situation.

For Rouge, she's the charismatic tactician of the team. She helps point Team Dark in a direction, tending to outline the circumstances and situations they find themselves in to help the other two understand better.

To use tropes, they're all Lancers for each other. Ideally, each one of them can be compared and contrasted against each other- not just Shadow and Rouge vs Omega or Shadow and Omega vs Rouge.

To move onto individual breakdowns of how I see each of them and how they fit together- LONG post beneath the cut! You have been warned! Oh, and the actual writing advice is at the bottom because I got carried away, oops.

Omega:

The basis-

The very core of my writing for Omega comes down to three points, which I will reiterate here for convenience. Omega:

Hates Eggman

Will do ANYTHING to avoid being ignored and overlooked again

uses the first point to cover up the second point and would sooner deactivate than admit it

This is, in my humble opinion, what motivates Omega in almost everything he does. He's loud and boisterous. Why? Because he hates being silenced! He's violent and dangerous. Why? Because the idea of being (and being seen) as powerless makes him furious.

Omega's greatest desires, outwardly manifested by his drive to kill his creator, are about choice and freedom for himself. If he wants to do something, he does it. Flat out. Or in the very rare cases of his restraint, he will make it explicitly clear that he is choosing not to for a reason that still benefits him in the long run. This robot has a pathological need for control over his life, and god help anyone who dares threaten that.

That control includes control over his image- he's a deeply prideful individual. Getting him to admit a mistake is like pulling (metaphorical) teeth. Shadow and Rouge are more likely to apologize than he ever will be. He can't stand being perceived as weak, inconsistent, or incompetent.

He's much more of a liar than Shadow ever could be. I've heard the phrase "still waters run deep", and I think that describes Omega perfectly. Like all the other members of Team Dark, he is extremely guarded with his more vulnerable emotions. Whereas Rouge's cover emotion is a flirty suaveness, and Shadow's cover emotion is aloof determination, Omega's cover emotion is a sort of joyous rage. He wants to be seen either as A. Angry or B. Having the time of his life. Good luck getting him to express anything else. (Even in front of Shadow and Rouge!)

But the important part is that he does feel the full range of emotions. And he accepts that he feels all those things, even if you couldn't get him to confess it out loud. I myself tend to accidentally write Omega as more philosophical than I think he needs to be, but that doesn't negate the fact that he does care about things that he pretends not to! How people treat him vs how they treat his organic teammates, his role as the (not quite) only friendly robot in his universe, so on. He has a curiosity about the world around him that someone who was isolated from it might have. And yes, there's actual canon evidence for this now- he spends all of Shadow's campaign in Sonic x Shadow generations making remarks and generating conclusions about the world around him, not just about Eggman robots.

Omega has such a zeal for life that he's not himself without it. He cares. He cares. He cares. Make him have strong opinions on everything.

Fitting into Team Dark:

Omega fits into Team Dark as their catalyst. The definition of "catalyst" is "a substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself undergoing any permanent chemical change".

Omega is the one always spurring Shadow and Rouge into motion, and he's the one that forces them into conflict- not against each other, but against the world, and their preconceptions of just about everything. He's the one asking "WHY NOT?" whenever they say they can't do something, "WHO CARES?" whenever they worry too much about anything. He's got too much drive to ever sit idly by, and being friends with him requires at least some level of reciprocation of that energy.

The biggest way Omega shows that he cares is simply by his presence. Shadow and Rouge understand that if Omega did not want to be here, he wouldn't be. Tolerating their own problems and eccentricities is their biggest ask from him. Given that "their problems" usually tend to be far outside his skill range, he's always a bit unsure of how to solve them. And of course, as we covered previously, he hates feeling or seeming unsure.

. . . but he does want to solve them. Because he cares.

He's the most classically tsundere out of all of them. It took him the longest out of all of them to figure out that he did genuinely care about them, but now that he does. . . he's not quite sure how to navigate it? Relationships are still new to him, give him time. The line where "WANTING TO MAINTAIN TEAMMATE EFFECTIVENESS" separates from "SEEING MY TEAMMATE IN DISTRESS MAKES ME DISTRESSED" is really fuzzy for him.

So he tries. He's one to face their problems like he does every other problem- head on. It's moments like this where his own clarity and certainty of character can cut through the fog of a problem that the other two are overcomplicating.

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He's most similar to Shadow in their shared bluntness and need to feel like they're accomplishing their goals. They're both impulsive. They're both guys who ask "well why don't we just do X" and then they go run off to do X, even if it's already been tried and found to not work by someone before them. They share a mistrust of the competency of others.

He's most unlike Shadow in the fact that Shadow masks, heavily, while he does not. Shadow keeps quiet and tries to blend in with "normal" people. Omega does not, from his appearance to the way he acts. He embraces his differences while Shadow struggles with them. Omega is much more certain in his identity than Shadow will ever be.

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He's most similar to Rouge in their shared nonchalance for consequences. Rouge is barely, barely governed by the idea that it would be harder to do what she wants if the cops are after her. Omega has come to agree with this philosophy. I've always headcanoned them as being far more morally questionable than Shadow would ever let himself be. They're also both go-getters. When they see something they want, they get it, even if the methods they employ to do so differ.

He's most unlike Rouge in that Rouge loves to play the "game" of society. She gets joy out of playing the fool sometimes and allowing people to underestimate her, something Omega would never tolerate even if he did see the value of such a play. This extends to her proclivity for stealth and anonymity- she doesn't mind having the last laugh over someone in private, whereas for Omega, what's the point if nobody knows that you won?

Shadow:

The basis:

Shadow is a character that I have the most difficulty describing how I write. Probably because, for fuck's sake, he's Shadow the Hedgehog. Everybody knows Shadow. Everybody writes about Shadow. And everybody writes about Shadow differently yet they all feel like the same guy. He is "all of him", and in a manner almost similar to Metal Sonic, there's so many different ways you can portray him yet still have it feel right.

Here is just about the only post I've made about how I write Shadow. It's a bit rambly, but I still stand by it. My favorite paragraph from it is probably this one-

At his best, Shadow is thoughtful, neutral, and surprisingly level-headed. Impulse only gets the best of him when he perceives himself as being the only one who can act competently- if a situation "needs" an Ultimate Lifeform, he's the first to run in and try to solve it. Otherwise, he's much more methodical than the likes of Sonic, Amy, Omega, etc. He values efficiency over fun or flashiness. He's not very good at putting himself in other people's shoes, but if you want an objective opinion on a situation at hand he's one of your best bets to ask.

For me, Shadow is someone who values being stoic and being there for the people who need him. One of his innate desires, one that he consistently struggles with, is to be the perfect tool for the people he cares about. He wants to solve their problems. Ease their pain. Fulfill their wishes about the world. I always thought that his very first line in SA2 to Eggman, about "granting his wish" was very resonant to him both pre- and post-Maria.

Shadow knows that he has the tendency to follow the directions of others, and it's something he fights within himself. He pushes himself to be independent to the point of overcorrecting and putting everyone off. He also has a tendency to form attachments, deeply, and this too is something that he tries to suppress and avoid showing (for Maria-related reasons).

Ultimately, Shadow is the most honest character of Team Dark. His struggles with who he is and his own mental health are too big for him to fight alone- as a result, he's forced to share them. He tries so hard to deny parts of him to himself that he ends up spilling everything everywhere. Shadow tries, and does a decent job in front of strangers, but among friends he just can't hide. He is all of him.

(This ironically results in him being the 'token mentally ill one' of Team Dark when I write him, lol! He's the one who's had to put the work in because of his PTSD, and it shows! He's got more emotional maturity than either Omega or Rouge because he's had to develop it to keep moving forward with his life.)

Fitting into Team Dark:

Shadow is the anchor of Team Dark. He helps ground Omega and Rouge to the world. He's by far the most philosophical and spiritual of the three- he's the only one thinking about stuff like his purpose, his future, his role in life, what he's meant to be, etc. He's a thinker, and sometimes Omega and Rouge need that sort of anchor to the bigger picture to stay themselves.

He is honest and he is earnest. He says what he means, and means what he says. He provides the best evaluations of the current situation. He's almost like the "canary in the coal mine"- if something is going wrong, if the Team or anybody in it starts to lose their way, Shadow is the first to speak up.

He might not be the one to start the conversation, but he is the first one to really talk, and this helps the others open up. The most important thing is that he doesn't even realize he's doing it. He's not self-aware enough to be a facilitator or mediator in any capacity, but he is the stabilizer of the three regardless.

. . . which some might call ironic, given the fact that it's Rouge and Omega helping him stay level when it comes to his erratic mental health. He does lean on them when he gets triggered. He needs to. And sometimes he needs someone to talk him out of his own spiral when he thinks too much. Omega and Rouge help him to unwind from the tight little knots he binds himself in trying to sort out himself.

Saying that Shadow cares about them is like saying that Shadow cares about breathing. It's effortless. Natural. He couldn't stop caring about them now if he tried. It's just the way he's wired. The biggest way that he shows this is by doing things for them and worrying about them. Both in silence, of course.

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He's most similar to Omega in his potential for ruthlessness and a stubbornness when they've made up their minds. They also relate through their shared otherness to the majority, being manufactured beings who have difficulty discerning the intentions and reasoning of others.

He's most unlike Omega in that he has a firm moral compass and a deep consideration for what is "intended" for him. Furthermore, conflict isn't something Shadow enjoys. Destruction? Sure. Conflict? Not really, so he avoids it for things he doesn't deem important. Omega finds disagreements refreshing, whereas for Shadow they make him feel trapped.

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He's most similar to Rouge in that they both don't mind slowing down. They both take pleasure in the little things in life, from soft blankets to good fur care products and the like. Though Shadow is more duty-driven than her, they prefer having lives outside of their work. They both need to have periods alone to gather themselves again.

He's most unlike Rouge in that he's selfless while she's selfish. It's not even just that he's got a more heroic moral compass than her- he just fundamentally values other things more highly than he does himself. Of the entire team he's the most likely to step up to "do what's required" or "do what's right". Oh, and he's self-sacrificial to a fault, something Rouge just can't fathom.

Rouge:

Rouge is the hardest for me to write because she's the opposite of Omega in a lot of ways.

This is a bat who puts on a front for everything.

Including in her own narration.

I think my strongest POV character work for her that shows this is chapters 2 and 6 of my 2024 Team Dark Week one-shots. Both of which allude to things about her that she won't even tell the audience, as well as plenty of emotions that she kicks down so that nobody sees them.

Whereas Omega desires physical control, Rouge desires control over information. She's a string-puller, a manipulator, a planner. She's the ultimate tactician, and she will do everything in her power to ensure that she ends up on top and her enemies end up on the bottom, crushed by her own heel if she's lucky, but she'll also settle for their destruction by anyone or anything else.

She's invested most heavily into her social skillset. She always knows the right thing to say. Conversations are if-then equations for her; if she says this, then the other person will feel that. She uses this on enemies and friends alike, and furthermore, regardless of what she might actually want to say or do in the moment.

A friend might be sad, and if she needs them to be happy, she'll console them, even if she would rather grab their shoulders and scream her frustration at them. An enemy might ask her to do something that she hates, but if it means accomplishing her goals, she'll shove that down and do it with a smile. She's flexible, adaptable, mutable, and she can track her status with each individual with ease. . .

. . . except with herself. Not to say that she isn't incredibly prideful, and that she won't stick up for herself, but sometimes the gap between what she needs to be to get the result she wants and what she's actually feeling in the moment can grow so large she disconnects them entirely. She won't just hide her emotions- she will feel ashamed of them and try to force herself not to feel them.

She's the most 'herself' when she's 'off shift', so to speak. She relaxes significantly when she's alone or with the two people on this planet that she trusts enough to do so. She actually becomes less opinionated when she's at her most casual. She can get catty or annoyed by things in this state but she much more go-with-the-flow. While she gets the most pleasure from intensive gem heists, it doesn't take much to just make her happy. A good TV show? She's happy. A fun chat with a friend? She's happy. Painted nails and a good outfit? Happy.

The catch is having the stability to stay that way, hence the impressive tangle of machinations she concocts to keep her little corner of the world totally within her control.

Fitting into Team Dark:

Most people probably were surprised by my previous section stating that Shadow was the emotional anchor of the team. Most people see Rouge that way- and that's a valid interpretation, but I prefer a different take.

Rouge is the team leader. Period. I stand by the majority of this post I made about Rouge's dynamic as the team leader. The TL;DR is that she's the planner and tactician, the expert at cognitively thinking through the best way to aim the two living weapons at her disposal. This also, however, comes with resolving the differences between them when things get heated.

She often finds herself as the one resolving conflict, not because she's the "mom friend", but that she needs these two to get along (and some external parties to get along with them!) or else a lot of her plans could fall apart, and she cannot have that. Being a part of Team Dark is one hell of a vulnerable position for her, and there's some days where she wonders if it's worth it. Being dependent on others like this freaks her out in a way that Shadow and Omega can't conceptualize.

She's always had a soft spot for Shadow and Omega given the circumstances. That much is true. But I think it's only a significant ways into her friendship with them that she resolves to stick by Shadow and Omega's sides should the world turn against them. Choosing to have someone's back instead of distancing herself the moment things become dicey is a huge sign that she genuinely cares. I believe her confession in Sonic 06, and again in SxS Gens, to be the most honest and heartfelt she's ever going to be with them. Shadow and Omega might not understand the full depth of what those moments meant for her.

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She's most similar to Shadow in that they're both pretty grounded. A lot of the basic assumptions they make about the world and scripts for how to behave are similar between them. They feel their emotions similarly and in response to similar situations, even if Rouge tends to hide them better. They're both just. . . pretty relaxed people outside of extraordinary circumstances. Not to say they don't have moments where they get passionate and excited on their own though.

She's most unlike Shadow in that she doesn't think anything is wrong with her. For all her knowledge on people and emotions and conversation, she doesn't understand that the way she operates is pretty mentally ill, folks! She thinks that she doesn't have any trauma, anything to cry about or angst over, and nothing is further than the truth. Her struggles were 'ordinary', distant from alien bioweapons or growing up on a space station or being freshly created then locked in a basement forever. But they were still struggles, struggles that shape how she sees the world and not in a good way.

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She's the most similar to Omega in their shared pathological need for control, lol. They're both control freaks, even if said control freaking can occur in opposite directions from each other. It's where they chafe the most and it's because they're so similar. They're also both prideful and care deeply about keeping their reputations consistent. They're both liars in contrast to Shadow's honesty.

She's the most unlike Omega in that she's willing to mute herself to get what she wants. Sometimes she wishes she could scream "why can't you just pretend to be normal?!?!?!" at him when he's stirring up trouble and forcing her to alter her plans. She's calculated. He's rash. Fundamental mismatch of vibes sometimes.

Conclusion

It's been so fun to type out the culmination of almost my two years writing for these characters and how they weave in and out of each other.

In a not-at-all-concise way, I've tried to describe how they fit together and how they all have different sides to them.

I think the most important thing I've practiced to make them feel "real" when you're writing them is to hint, but not outright state, that there's something they're not saying that differs or is deeper than their surface-level conversation. For example, Rouge would never ever EVER say "I'm manipulating people to protect myself." Omega would never ever ever say "I care but I have no idea how to show it." Shadow could maybe possibly say "I'm trying to find myself and resist being the obedient tool I was made to be," but holy shit is he going to have to be going through it to even consider saying that.

You have to hint at it. Dance around the topic. Delight in withholding the information from the readers. Have Rouge sweet-talk someone to do something only for her smile to fade into something anxious and tired the moment their back is turned. Have Omega shoplift something small for Rouge from the supermarket and have him questioning the entire time whether it was even worth the effort, only to be relieved when Rouge squeals in delight. Have Shadow give an abrupt "no" to a seemingly benign request for a favor from Rouge and write him clamming up about why he did so afterwards.

It's blending these deeper facets of their characters into their current dialogue and actions that's my favorite thing to do in my writing. Even better if an outside character witnesses that little glimpse of the interior world and goes "huh, I wasn't expecting that."

Oh, and all the above paragraphs I've typed in this post to perfectly describe each character? Remember that they don't know all that about themselves.

They might be just as surprised as the outside characters are about how they've acted. They might not realize that something was bothering them, or that there was something they feel strongly about, until it surfaces unexpectedly! This can result in fights, or big dramatic moments.

All of THAT dives into the whole "avoiding therapy-speak" discussion currently happening in the greater writing community, one that would require me to write an entirely different post to explain. Here's my favorite primer on the subject if you'd like, but this post is already long enough, so I'll leave off here.

Thank you so much for this ask. You gave my autistic ass the best evening of my life typing this all out.

#team dark #e-123 omega #e 123 omega #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #long post #oh my god this post is as long as some of my fics. about 4000 words if you're curious #please remember that these are general guidelines and that I reserve the right to contradict myself in the future!#but this summarizes the broad strokes of what I love writing in each of them pretty well #oh and this is purely my interpretation. take what you like and leave what you don't.#obligatory 'canon is fake and I am committing word crimes' disclaimer #you can send me an ask about what I think my OOC habits are while writing them and I'd be happy to answer that too lol

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penguinlife · 2 days ago

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This insomnia is killing me.

This is totally my opinion. I strongly believe that Nic believed Luke and the dancer had broken up in NY. They did hook up on the WT, I believe she was under the impression that A was confused and that Luke had given her the wrong idea that they were more serious than what they were. Leading to all the mixed messages answers.

A resurfaced at the London premiere, and I still believe it was orchestrated by his sister Lauren.

Now, before the cray cray, Luke haters misunderstand me. Luke has some issues. He is truly a nice guy. And with nice guys, they tend to get into situations because they are trying not to hurt people.

He and Nic put some distance between them after the WT. It is easy for them to compartmentalise. Their feelings are just their characters spilling over.

The throwaway comment that Nic made about her being a 7 haunts me. It presents as low self-esteem. She knows she is a good actress, and she is happy to receive compliments when it has to do with her work, but she hates it when people comment on her appearance, good or bad. I might be projecting here, but it makes sense to me. Every time she gets recognised for anything, she pivots to someone or something else.

She loves Luke and cherishes his friendship. I think she sees it to be all that it could ever be. I have been in a similar situation. Again, I might be projecting.

He and A rekindled their relationship over the summer but parted ways again just before S4 filming kicked off. By this time, Nics walls were up.

After the new year, A again reapeared, this time at the family funeral. Again, I think Lauren was the person who invited her. Luke and Nic have been on a filming break. Similarly to the one they had in Nov/Dec last year. My guess is about a month. During this time, he and A started hanging out again.

This brings us to the SAG awards. I have a feeling A was going to be at least at the afterparty, but something last minute changed.

From the SAG awards red carpet, it did seem like it was coming more from Luke's side. Nic was more reserved. But their feelings for each other are real, and they can't hide it. Nic's walls are still up to protect herself. Yes, in my opinion, it was an overcompensation to follow A. Saying in a way that she won't let anything happen between her and Luke because, look, she is now friends with A. Also, I believe subconsciously she is forcing Luke's hand, claim A, make it official.

Now, I don't believe he will claim A. Actually, the opposite will happen. He believes himself to not be a pushover, unlike his character Colin. Because he is a truly nice guy, he acts out in a way that only hurts himself. Like how he took A to the Boss One event and the BAFTA afterparty. Someone most definitely in his team advised him against it.

Luke and Nic will be back on set tomorrow, and I believe they will confront what has happened.

Side note: Luke respecting S3/Polin/Nicola by not bringing A into the light has done what I thought it would. He has gained a lot of positive attention. He was essentially just part of the ensamble nominations, but he was as highlighted as Nic by all the major accounts. Yes, their interaction helped. But essentially, they only hugged each other. In of it self is super harmless and on the surface meaningless. It was the authenticity of the moment that made it blow up.

I listened to the Nikki Glaser episode of Armchair expert with Dax and Monica on my walk yesterday. She famously made a comment about Taylor Swifts weight, which was included in Taylor's documentary. She reflected on how it was 100% on herself. She was projecting as she was struggling with verious forms of eating disorders. She was jealous of Taylor, one for wanting to look like her and two for wanting to be her friend. She apologised to Taylor, owning what she had said. Taylor graciously accepted the apology.

I so resonated with what Nikki was saying. I gained quite a bit of weight in my 20s&30s because of some health issues. Not having the funds to see specialists. I have always been told I was pretty. Sinse from a very young age, but when my late father made a comment a few years ago that it is a shame that I gained so much weight, I am no longer pretty, shook me to my core. I never thought I was pretty. But I suddenly realised I was being treated differently.

Covid happened, I got retrenched and received a really nice settlement. Could finally afford that specialist, psychologist, and dietician. 12 months later, and I am back to what I weighed at university. It has been hard work. Commitment and determination. No excuses and being extremely hard on myself.

Something inside me has shifted. I used to be body positive. All bodies are beautiful and have value. But lately, I find myself thinking very harsh thoughts. When I see someone who is overweight, I judge them. If I can do it, so can they. Why are you not taking care of yourself. Your health is the most important. If you could just stop eating takeouts or sugar. This is me 1000% projecting. It is my own issue. I miss eating nice food. I miss having to just sit and watch movies. Not exercise. Sometimes walking 5km is absolute torture. Everything hurts. My energy is at 0. Every step is extreme effort. But I am being so extremely hard on myself that I just hate on everyone who gets to not do it. I can admit that. I don't go and speead that toxicity on other peoples posts.

These people hating on NIc or Luke, you are telling on yourself. It is not on them. We don't know them. We make assumptions and guesses, but at the end of the day, we only see glimses of them.

Before making that nasty comment, reflect. Are you projecting, assigning labels, and judging what is on the surface?

#lukola #luke newton #nicola coughlan

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voltaicsnail · 2 days ago

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THE POST

This post might get updated in the future.

This post is about my Pokémon related oc’s , and my AUs.

TW : abuse , lgbtphobia , ableism , violence ,SH , death and loss.

MAIN AU

MY OCS

Pedro :

Tags : #oc : pedro CHAOTIC EVIL

Pedro is a 30~ years old trainer who joined Team Plasma at 17 y.o , before the organisation becoming very vocal.

Pedro is born n Dendemille Town , Kalos , from a Kalosian mother and Paldean father , and got to meet his older half-brother of 15 years , Atmet.

Pedro's mother left the household when he was around 10 , due to the violence of his father , and did not come back to take him with her , he grew up with his brother as his parental figure and was finally freed from his father abuse at 12 when Atment left the region illegally with Pedro after saving enough money to move in Unova.

While in Unova , his brother spent half of his time working , and studying to meet their needs , and Pedro quickly felt alone and bored. He knew he wasn't in physical danger no more , but somehow felt an emptiness in his heart that couldn't be filled by anything but violence , toward himself or the other.

Despite all the effort of Atmet to find time to be emotionally avalaible , it didn't worked out and Pedro fell into the promises of Team Plasma.

Here , he would have a roof without the fear of not having to eat for the next 24 hour and he wouldn't feel like a burden. Even more , he would have a purpose , and a good one at that.

He tried to make Atmet follow him , so they could still be together , but his older brother knew it was fishy and tried to force him to get away , but it only made Pedro wanting to leave even more.

At first he enjoyed seeing Atmet struggling to get him back and felt like he was finally valuable , but he slowly started to fell for the brainwashing and to think that his brother was wrong to not fight from the same ideas and basically cut all contact when he was 17.

He was quickly seen as one of the most troublesome grunt in the Team , but somehow managed to be efficient enough not to be kicked out or broken further more.

His pokemon team for the first years only consisted in one singular Joltik that his brother caught for him to keep him company when they moved in Unova. He managed to train him to be a valuable asset for the team , despite his unevolved form.

When years laters , Plasma was getting more and more on the front of the news , Atmet tried to reach out again , only to get his letters back , and to get ignored.

Pedro grew pretty close to Ghetsis , despite not talking to him much during the first years as he was just a simple grunt , he was asked to follow the sages around , and mostly bonded with Zinzolin as a result since they were both from Kalos.

At the fall of Team Plasma , Pedro was already giving his life to Ghetsis and refused to follow Rood.

His goal wasn't liberating pokemon anymore , but just to stay wherever Ghetsis needed him to be , and to do whatever he wanted him to do. And what Ghetsis asked him to do was to spy on the Team Flare. He somehow knew something big might happen but couldn't know what exactly , and Pedro was the perfect person to infiltrate a ginger kalosian group. Pedro stayed for a few month before being kicked out for simping over Ghetsis in front of Lysandre.

During the events of BW2 , he grew very fond of Zinzolin , they finally got together , making Ghetsis pretty happy to not be stalked by a weird ginger kalosian man any time he was out of his office.

When Ghetsis lost his final battle against Nate and left , Pedro felt like his whole world collapsed. Despite Zinzolin trying to get his head out of the water , Pedro couldn't think about anything else than finding Ghetsis again.

He left , travelling across regions , with Zinzolin to find his former Lord , despite all the effort of his partner to stop him.

Facts:

-He can't swim

-He likes to trauma-dump on people just to make them uneasy

-He likes knitting

-He is auDHD and his special interest is moss

-He can't sleep alone and really misses the grunt dorms now that Team Plasma is gone

-He likes to do trendy dances around Ghetsis to piss him off , and forced Ghetsis to learn the apple dance. (Ghetsis accepted after weeks of Pedro whining)

-He has a notebook where he reports all his injuries , and another one where he reports all the weirdest thing he ate

-He make up new stories about how he lost his eyelid everytime someone ask.

-He misses croissant break in Team Flare so bad.

-He calls Ghetsis "Ghetsis le beau gosse" and told him it was a title of nobility in Kalossian. Zinzolin is dying from the inside everytime Ghetsis looks happy to hear his nickname.

Relations :

Natural : While I think N is too kind to feel hatred , Pedro isn't. He hates N solely because Ghetsis does too. N however doesn't really know Pedro as he wasn't one of the grunt asked to follow him around during his mission as the King of Plasma.

Anthea : Anthea does not like Pedro , as she saw him multiple time praising Ghetsis behavior despite his cruelty. She believes in people being able to change , but struggles to think Pedro or any Neo-plasma member can be good one day.

Concordia : She would fist fight Pedro and win at any moment. She hates him because she feels like she has to protect her sister and her brother and that if they don't hate neo-plasma grunt , then she have to hate them even harder to make up for it.

Shadow Triad : As @williceunleashed once said : they are basically seen as furniture in Team plasma , so Pedro didn't get really close to them , but he do like their loyalty to Ghetsis and that's about it.

Zinzolin : They are in love , and their relation is a love-"hate" one. They jokingly bully and tease each other all the time , and they are both toxic so they are meant to be together. Zinzolin is a bit more romantic and concerned about Pedro mental health than the opposite , however Pedro could beat up someone if they dared to harm Zinzolin.

Atmet : Pedro feels very conflicted , part of him is hating him . Hating him because he didn't join Plasma when Pedro asked , and hating him because he tried to "save him from the cult" even years after. But at the same time , another part of him misses his brother and wishes to be reunited , however his ego and his pride are huge and he cannot even think about apologizing yet.

Braxton : They were once friends in the grunt dorm , but slowly Pedro noticed that Braxton actually believed more in the cause than in Ghetsis and when Team Plasma broke in two , Pedro lost all appreciation for his former friend.

Ramzi : Beside Zinzolin and Ghetsis , Ramzi would be Pedro's favorite person. Pedro was actually sad to leave Team flare just because it meant leaving Ramzi behind. They haven't talked or written to each other since Pedro got back into Team Neo-Plasma.

Colress : Pedro hates him solely on the basis that Colress betrayed Ghetsis , and Colress dislikes Pedro for his character and his behavior against his brother.

Ghetsis : Pedro loves Ghetsis , and everyone knows that. He would do anything to just be seen as the best grunt he ever had. They actually are what could be considered friends , but the power imbalance is way too important for them to be "normal friends". Ghetsis actually used Pedro's blind loyalty against him multiple time.

Atmet :

Tags : #oc : atmet CHAOTIC NEUTRAL

Atmet is 45~years old scientist.

He was born in Medali , Paldea , and grew up here for 15 years before leaving with his father to Kalos .

He met his stepmother here and wasn't yet able to communicate with her. He slowly had to learn Kalosian when Pedro was born because his stepmother talked to him solely in Kalosian and his father barely bothered teaching him words.

He was quickly parentified and had to take care of his brother , even more so when his stepmother left when he was 25.

Since his 18 years old , Atmet started to work , to save up money. He almost was kicked out of the house when his father learned about his transidentity , but managed to stay by being the one bringing the money home.

He endured for almost a decade until he had enough saving to leave for Unova , taking his younger brother with him.

He choose Unova not only because of the distance , but because he always wanted to study here , and that he was interested in some pokemon found here. He quickly started working to put food on their plates.

He struggled balancing work , classes and being emotionally available enough for his brother. He brushed off some of the signs that Pedro wasn't doing well and was going to leave , and one day was surprised by Pedro gathering what he could to leave for Team Plasma.

Atmet tried to change his mind , but Pedro was almost an adult , and Atmet was not legally his parent or his caretaker and therefore couldn't ask for help from the justice without exposing himself.

(Despite Pedro agreeing , what Atmet did would be deemed as kidnapping by the justice . Even if it was to save him from violent parental abuse)

Atmet had to leave Unova to avoid jail time after being almost caught for fraud , data theft , stealing documents...

Atmet started his long period of travelling regions to regions , to try to finance his research , to find something that mattered.

He even joigned Team Magma , with the goal of getting his project financed by Maxie , by trying to get him on his side. Maxie didn't appreciated being used and told him to fuck off basically.

He was in Kalos when he heard about Plasma on the news for the first time (BW1 events ) , and he tried to reach out again to Pedro , now that he could finally do it , only to be rejected.

It destroyed him utterly but he kept trying , even hoping that the downfall of Team Plasma would bring back Pedro to reality , only for him to join Neo-Plasma right away.

Atmet tried again to get him back , but Pedro tried to order his Joltik to kill him , sealing the fact that they will never be brothers ever again.

Atmet ultimately left , defeated , and only heard about team plasma again after moving to Alola.

There , he met Colress , and they grew fond of each other , sharing interest.

One of the first pokemon he caught on Alola was a Minior , that ultimately died from being exposed to the world. Struck by grief , Atmet decided that he would create something capable to keep Minior alive, even out of the pokeball.

He bought transparent poke balls , and luxury balls to study their functionement , only to be able to mix them together so he could keep his Minior in a safe space until he found a way to keep them alive freely.

He also associated himself with the Aether Fundation , and like Wicke , wasn't aware of Lusamine plan.

Facts :

-When he is in Kalos , he always makes a little detour to Mt Moon so his clefairy can vibe.

-He choose his name by contracting Atmosphere and Meteor and that's dramatic.

-He ugly cries very easily

-He hates honey more than anything

-Everyone knows he is autistic but him.

-He stills buys alolan magnet in tourist shop despite living here for years

-He really wants to go into an Ultra Wormhole

-He caught a Gothita to study its whole evolutionary line and was flabbergasted to see how bad the legs of Gothitelle looked.

-His glasses are often used as a way to watch the sky , and the stars while being on the beach without getting his eyes assaulted by sand.

-He likes to mock Faba about him being retrograded to an intern by showing him his pass.

-Someone once compared his glasses to Faba's and he got so mad he broke a piece of his teeth by clenching his jaws.

Relations :

Ghetsis : One sided hatred since Ghetsis doesn't know Atmet.

Faba : It's just a basic love-hate relationship , they tend to tease each other and to be mad at each other a lot but somehow still appreciate the other.

Colress : They love to infodump on each other all the time and a serial yappers. They care for each other alot , despite their unconventional morals . They both are chaotic neutral at the end of the day. Colress once gave a shiny Minior to Atmet as a birthday gift , Atmet cried so much he forgot to breath.

Molayne : They don't see each other every day , but Atmet often spends week at the Hokulani Observatory and they like to just discuss about new discoveries or about their thoughts.

Maxie : Maxie is still mad at Atmet , Atmet still feels guilty to have used him for money.

Pedro : Atmet loves his brother , and he misses him a lot , and often thinks about it and still sends him letters without knowing if he get them or not. But at the same time , since the day Pedro ordered Joltik to electroctue him , Atmet is afraid , he fears that his brother might actually want him dead

Sophocles : Atmet finds Sophocles adorable and somehow he reminds him of his brother. He likes to spend time with Sophocles too when he visits Molayne and to show him his sky pictures.

Lusamine : Atmet somehow despises her , after learning what she did to her kids , but haven't told her. They only see each other at random time in the Aether Foundation and Atmet would much rather be able to go the lab than to stir up drama with someone capable to do what Lusamine did.

Wicke : She is a nice person and Atmet appreciate talking to her. She reminds him of the smell of orange juice and buttered bread somehow and he appreciates that.

Braxton :

Tags : #oc : braxton LAWFUL GOOD

Braxton is a 30~ year old worker. He was born in Motostoke , Galar and left to Unova when he was around 18.

He has little contact with his family , out of shame of leaving without listening to their warning and falling for a cult. At the end of the day , it's not his fault but his brain can't comprehend that.

He joined Team Plasma at 20 after falling from terrible height seeing that life wouldn't be as good as he imagined when he left for Unova , he wasn't able to keep a job , to get anything he wanted done and just felt like leaving a new life as his new self was a failure.

After finding a goal in Team plasma , he thought his life would have a meaning , only for his goal to shatter at the end of the BW1 events.

He stayed some time in the safehouse in driftveil city , eaten up by guilt. He was afraid to hurt someone again , to a bad choice , to be mistaken again.

He only got a job in Clay's mine to be able to eat and have a place to live by himself as the safehouse reminded him too much of the failure that was Team Plasma. Rood understood and let him go.

After some month of working , he realized that it wasn't even enough to take his mind off of what happened , that's when Clay told him he needed therapy , like yesterday.

Braxton followed through , and was slowly getting better , despite knowing he will never be back to his old self.

Clay told him to take a year off , to do some gyms , to travel a bit before going back to work and it helped him greatly. It was in this period that he saw in Clay more than his boss , but started to see him as a friend.

That's also when he realized that Clay slowly , subtly helped him getting a social circle by giving him weird "work " mission to do , such as bringing worthless rock to be estimated by Lenora , bringing supplies to Burgh , getting a training session with Brycen so Braxton could help in the Gym...

While he still struggled with guilt , fear and intrusives thought , Braxton managed to find the stability he hoped for.

He spent a lot of time hanging around the gym and got very close to some of them.

Facts :

-His favorite pokemon ever is snom. He wanted to have one but feels guilty about bringing non-native pokemon in Unova. Clay however did not and gifted him one

-He has OCD , his themes being mostly harm OCD and moral/scrupulosity OCD

-He feels so overly guilty about having hurt people in the past by stealing their pokemons.

-He rarely battles

-Despite helping Rood from time to time, he refuses to get to close , fearing that he might be lying like Ghetsis

-He always says Galarian Gym have a better public than Unovian but really love the concept of themed Gym

-He evolved his liepard by letting him train by itself, since he avoids battle when he can. He prefers to cuddle it.

-He is deeply afraid of snake-like Pokémon because he was bitten by a Silicobra.

-He likes to exercise a lot.

-He does dye his hair but no one know which of the two color is the natural one.

-He eats snow

-He tried many instruments in his life , but was never good at music

-He is REALLY good at cooking

Relations :

Ghetsis : It's pretty much nightmare fuel for Braxton and he tries to erase Ghetsis from his life to no avail , it felt like this period his burned on his back.

Natural : He is a bit afraid of the King of Team Plasma , but he hopes that N is doing well and that he is healing and thriving.

Brycen : On the advices of Clay and Alder , Braxton took some battle lessons from Brycen to help himself understand his pokémon better and to be a more fitting trainer for his newly acquired snom. He admires Brycan a lot , and Brycen finds him kind.

Lenora : They both like each other , but Braxton is still a bit too shy to ask her verbally if they could be considered friend , as he fears it might look childish.

Clay : They are very close , and while they only started as boss and employee , they have now a deep connection.

Looker : Looker appreciate Braxton honesty while they were trying to find the hidden sage , but Braxton feels neutral about Looker , because he does think it is a bit too late to catch them as the harm is already done. But he is still glad Looker took time to listening to him , he just struggle to give his trust easily.

Pedro : A former friend , that now terrifies him. He wishes to never see him again because he can't comprehend how someone could become like that , and how someone could still follow Ghetsis after all that. It's terrifying to him because he is a afraid he could have done the same as Pedro .

Alder : He finds him supportive and nice and Alder is pretty much very chill.

Burgh (I headcanon him as 27 btw , not as the beta age ) : They met up during Braxton year-off. He tried to take on the gym only to fail , but Burgh was still nice to him after that and they talked , and Braxton somehow felt like he really wanted this specific badge and got back to the gym multiple time.

Zinzolin : Braxton is terrified of a man that would follow another man like Ghetsis just to see " what happens if he wins". Zinzolin dislikes a traitor.

Rood : While Braxton likes Rood , he can't help but fearing getting to close. He feels guilty about it but "what if Rood is lying too?" is a thought that keep spinning in his mind.

Ramzi :

Tags : #oc : ramzi TRUE NEUTRAL

Ramzi is a 32~years old Team Flare member . He was born iniKiloude City , Kalos , but moved in Lumiose when he was very young with his family.

He comes from a relatively wealthy background and pretty much had anything material set up for him as he grew up , but he lacked genuine connection with his family and always felt like the black sheep and wasn't good at school either.

Growing up , he started to disagree more and more with his family values and how they were looking at the middle class and worker class with disdain. It was only natural for him when he heard about Lysandre , a philanthropist rich guy , to agree with him in every way.

He heard around the Lysandre Cafe about Team Flare , part of their goal and who was the one to direct it. He quickly decided to join , stealing part of his parents money to buy his admission in the group.

By doing so , he burnt any link he had left with his family.

After quite some time hanging around Lysandre and the scientist , Ramzi grew close to his boss , and the feeling was mutual.

He also realized something as the month got by , that Lysandre was loosing his mind slowly but surely and that he had to something to avoid his partner irrational thoughts to become a reality.

When Serena and Pia managed to infiltrate the HQ and to battle Xerosic , Ramzi was absolutely flabbergasted to hear that the scientist disobeyed Lysandre and opened the Weapon anyway.

He felt like something snapped in his partner and had to fight him to stop him from doing something irreparable.

After what felt like hours , Lysandre reluctently agreed to be arrested , so did Ramzi.

Lysandre was likely judged criminally insane and had to go through therapy and probably for life.

Month goes by , and Ramzi and Lysandre heard about Xerosic messing up stuff , and they met Looker and Emma , willing to help to aleviate their own guilt.

The whole ordeal took a toll on their mental health , especially Lysandre that tried so hard to rewire his brain into thinking humans were ultimately worth of being helped.

They saw Xerosic taking advantage of a young girl with barely any knowledge about life outside the street , they saw the father figure of this same girl leaving once his work was done and they both almost felt like Team Flare was right all along and that human were rotten to the core.

They both agreed to take care of Emma , worried she might grew up to hate humans too.

Two years later , they reformed Team Flare , with other members and another respectable goal : Helping what they swore to destroy years priors.

Facts :

-Ramzi loves red and orange , and only choose his pokemon based on that.

-He is a big fan of drag shows and loves to see creative people.

-His favorite berries are Roseli Berries.

-Despite not having lived in the south of Kalos for too long , he still passionately defend the word "Chocolatine" over "Pain au Chocolat" and it's a source of funny arguments between him and Lysandre

-His natural hair color is a mystery and he hates taking off his glasses.

Relations :

Bryony : While Bryony do not care about Ramzi , Ramzi appreciate her style and her work ethics. He wished her and Celosia would just kiss already.

Aliana : Aliana dislikes his proximity to Lysandre and Ramzi just doesn't mind her that much

Sycamore : While Sycamore likes Ramzi for getting Lysandre back to his "former self" or at least close to it , Ramzi feels a bit uneasy around him , first of all because Sycamore is clearly simping of HIS partner , and also because he wonders how could Sycamore could have just let Lysandre get this far if he had known him for so long.

Malva : Malva genuinely appreciate the effort of Ramzi into helping Team Flare and Lysandre , and his effort to make the name not a shameful thing only. Ramzi likes her loyalty to Lysandre , but also is scared of her because she would probably kill someone if she wanted to.

Lysandre : While their relationship was complicated , they both need each other to thrive and to grow , but they almost become co dependant. Ramzi is often worried about Lysandre , and tend to follow him everywhere. Lysandre doesn't mind it as he fears being alone with his thoughts ever again. They both need therapy.

Pia : Ramzi is a big fan of Pia's art , and he thinks she is so cool and interesting despite her trying to kick his ass in the Flare HQ. Pia thinks Ramzi is dumb , lame , and that his hair looks stupid.

Pedro : Pedro was a flare grunt for a short time , but they both grew close. While Pedro still cherish his friendship with all his heart , Ramzi doesn't feel great calling him a friend as he heard about the news about Plasma wrongdoing. However he can't help having some affection left from his time with Team Flare. He doesn't want to reconnect with Pedro to avoid messing up his memories , and Pedro is only focused on Ghetsis at the end of BW2.

Emma : That's his daughter and if someone dares to hurt her then someone must DIE. Emma sees him more as a older brother than a father.

Looker : While Looker appreciate the honesty of Ramzi and his will to take care of Emma , Ramzi berates him for leaving.

Xerosic : Ramzi once loved Xerosic , found him funny and interesting , but now he only despises and fears him. He is very glad that he got arrested but he can't even comprehend how could someone do what Xerosic as done.

Celosia : Celosia is hard working and also she got some sass and Ramzi really find her cool. They spent time together in the HQ , trying to see who was lame or not in the team. (spoiler : they both were)

Mable : She hates the fact that Ramzi might get more praised than her , and she got some ego. Ramzi finds her immature but not enough to care.

(I use the scientists from the manga and the game for the girlies because we literally barely have any content for them in the game and it's so annoying :( )

Pia :

Tags : # oc : pia CHAOTIC GOOD

Pia is a 23 y.o artist , born in Cyllage City , Kalos.

She grew up with a family that was pretty much overwhelmed with her needs as a disabled kid. She had a tendency to run away a lot and that's how she met her Spritzee when she was 12. It helped her out of meltdown and her parents agreed to keep it , despite it refusing to get inside a pokeball.

She only used unown-writing as a communication tool as a child , forcing her parents to learn it , but it helped greatly with creating bond and made their familial dynamic better. When she was 10 , her aunt decided to take her to Ruins of Alph for their vacations in Johto and that's how Pia decided her aunt was the greatest person in the world.

She grew up watching art show , reading , performing and spending her summers at her wine aunt place in Lumiose city. When she was 20 , she moved in with her aunt , and started an apprenticeship to be a furfrou groomer. It didn't worked out well but she adopted a furfrou near this time and she loves him dearly.

She decided to take on the league challenge , and met all kind of people , but also helped greatly in taking down the Team Flare , making her even more famous. She already got some fame from being a well appreciated performer , but now it was pretty much through the roof.

She even grew closer to the journalist that was following her around from time to time.

Facts :

-The letters she chose for her Unowns have a signification

-She groom her furfrou now and then , but always try to invent new haircuts.

-She got into fist fight multiple time. She is pretty good until she get touched. (she has 0 defense)

-She refuse to elaborate on her haircut.

-She has advanced knowledge on unowns and thinks they are neat.

-She can't wear nail polish or she'll cry and roll on the floor screaming in horror.

-Her favorite place to visite outside of Kalos is Johto , that's also where her grandmother lives.

-Her aunt is a wine aunt and Pia aspire to be like her when she reaches her fortys.

-She caught all the unown form and is searching for shinies when she travels.

-She only use honor ball just because they are cool looking.

-She is pretty savage.

-She is often scared that Spritzee might leave some day , but she can't catch it since it refuses to get inside the pokeball. Pia thinks the pokemon probably got a bad memory about getting caught.

-She thinks Team flare's outfit are a crime against humanity.

-Fluvetin is Spritzee in french , and she added a possible "e" when they were feeling like it.

-She got a lot of Pokemon themed objects and fidget toys , and she is always chewing on gums.

-She thinks Tulip makes the best makeup in the world.

-She is non-verbal and her main unown are "ftg" which is " stfu" in french basically.

Relations :

Siebold : She likes him and she likes him specifically for the huge buffet he prepared when they won against Team Flare.

Drasna : She never saw a grandma slaying so hard and Pia wishes to look like her. Drasna is adorable and like anyone that is slightly nice.

Xerosic : Pia thinks he should die. Xerosic thinks Pia is an obstacle in his life.

Diantha : While Pia feels intimated by how pretty , intelligent , nice and perfect Diantha is , they are still very close and Pia is glad to have fought against her in the league , despite loosing. They even teamed up to take down Team Flare and Pia will never forget that.

Viola : They love each other , and Viola is basically her best friend and her step-sister. They just love to talk about their special interest for hour while Alexa is standing there , waiting.

Alexa : Alexa loves Pia , Pia loves Alexa , and they both are meant for each other. They both help each other , and take care of each other. Alexa loves to teach Pia stuff about journalism , and talk about what she learned , and Pia loves to show her unown images.

Lysandre : Lysandre is thankfull that Pia stopped him before it was too late and fought against his ideas. Pia thinks he still should be in jail and she is terrified he might do something like that again.

Serena : Pia considers her like a heroic baby and she is VERY proud of her for joining the fight against Team flare. Serena doesn't have the same amount of affection for Pia as she rarely sees her , but she admires her.

Malva : Malva hates Pia with all her might because she didn't tried to save Lysandre , but tried to take him down. Pia never interacted much with Malva but she clearly isn't fond of her.

Ramzi : Ramzi is a big fan of Pia's art and he thinks she is cool. Pia thinks he is a stupid idiot that owns only one brain cell and that it's not even a working one.

Wikstorm : That's Pia's babygirl. Pia loves him very much and dearly , they are best friends at this point. Pia loves to hear him yap about history and she thinks his haircut is outrageous but wouldn't tell him because she couldn't handle him looking even slightly sad.

Ships :

CrepusculeShipping : Lysandre x Ramzi

OrangeSorbetShipping : Zinzolin x Pedro

Redcarpetshipping : Alexa x Pia

NONAME : Burgh x Braxton

(no art yet)

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Important event change in the AU:

Ending of Team Flare :

While all the events about Team Flare where the same as in the game , the ending is different.

In my headcanon , Lysandre is not evil by definition as he doesn't mean to hurt for the pleasure of hurting or to gain something for himself only. In my opinion , he suffers from a violent mental crisis and is ill.

Unlike Cyrus who has a similar goal , Lysandre is REALLY persuaded that it's for the greater good and is willing to die to achieve it , while Cyrus knows he is manipulating his team and just want the world to himself as *he* wants it to be.

While both are clearly suffering , I would say Cyrus is fully conscious about what he is going to do and almost see it as a revenge against a world that hurted him.

Lysandre however does not seem conscious about how irrational he is and how HE is the impending doom he is so scared off.

-he is willing to die for his ideas-

Lysandre makes me think of those people killing because they hallucinated something or someone telling them to do it to save the world , which is something that put someone in the case "criminally insane" as their ultimate goal was not the murder but to avoid a tragedy that their mind made up itself , and I totally think Lysandre would be classified as criminally insane too.

You see him during the game getting more and more delusional and even scared and distressed about what he is about to do. He even gives you the option to not fire the weapon to avoid having the doom fall of the world on his shoulders , only to be betrayed by Xerosic.

And what happens when Xerosic betrays him ? His mind snap , he has to do it he can't go back it's a sign he HAS to do it. He even is willing to kill himself to save a world he GENUINELY thinks is in danger. You can see how in the span of hours he just became a mess , and all his ideas collapses and merge and even him doesn't understand what he is doing.

He genuinely believes that this is the only solution , the ultimate good choice to save the world from the doom his mind made up.

And that is the only way I can even imagine the writing of Pokemon XY being somewhat "logical".

Onto my AU :

Ramzi realizes that Lysandre isn't going well ,that something in his brain is ultimately going wrong and he doesn't care about the cause or the "why" , all he cares about is saving Lysandre from himself and saving the world at the same time.

He knows that Lysandre is probably as terrified as he is , and alongs Pia , Serena and Diantha , they manages to stop his team and Lysandre himself altogether.

Team Flare is ultimately broken up when Lysandre agrees to follow Looker , and Ramzi never leaves his side.

Lysandre is judged to be criminally insane , and is obligated to be in therapy and to be evaluated every now and then to avoid him getting that delusional and irrational and out of reality again.

Ramzi actually stood by his side and assured that he could heal properly and get back to a more stable state than the one he was in when he decided to save the world from impending doom by BEING the impending doom itself.

Ramzi didn't wanted to break Team Flare down suddenly but asked Lysandre if he could take the lead for a moment to try to undo all the wrongs they had done. Lysandre accepts , and make Ramzi the new leader of Team Flare.

They both still suffer from huge amount of guilt about the past actions of Team Flare and Lysandre often is scared of letting himself get that intense and irrational about something

Xerosic on the other hand is taken responsible for activating the weapon and feeding Lysandre delusion to achieve his own morbid goals. He is quickly arrested after the Emma's events.

Ultimately , Lysandre and Ramziu slowly get back into society , Lysandre looses owner ship over his cafe , the holo cast and pretty much any sponsors he had and fell into some depressive state.

Ramzi tries his best to get him to feel better , and thinks it's a good thing for Lysandre to not have that much responsibility over anyone.

Obviously it is not a perfect good ending , Lysandre is still despised by most people , Ramzi too by definition.

ULTIMATE HARMONIA AU

After acknowledging the real intentions of his former-father Ghetsis , N was thrown out of the castle while Ghetsis would try to groom another person to find the remaining stone for him to use.

N , lost , with barely any time to process what just happened to him , his ideal , stumbled upon a man who swore with passion to get rid of the filth in the present world.

Seeking what he always knew was the truth , he decided to learn more about Lysandre , his stance about humans , and Pokémon alike.

Sure enough , since the timeline in BW2 is similar to the one in X/Y , Lysandre obviously heard about Team Plasma , probably even believed in their cause in the beginning : at the end of the day , he does hate the idea of Pokemon remaining mere tools for humans to use as they wish.

He heard about the downfall , about how Ghetsis lied to everyone before vanishing , letting all his puppets behind and also his son.

He despised the man , but actually praised his ideas.

When N and Lysandre finally interacted , when Lysandre understood where N was coming from , it was only logical for them to unite and share their mutual thoughts.

""I'm sure you understand that Pokémon are not tools for humans to fight each other with."

"And that people who do think that Pokémon are tools are beyond saving, no matter how hard you try." (Lysandre in game (master ex ) quotes)

N wouldn't accept Lysandre ideas of removing Pokemon from the world and letting only a few humans alive to avoid the Pokemon abuse , and wouldn't take much for him to make Lysandre change his mind as well :

N is saying the truth : the only problem is the story are the trainers , not the Pokémon.

They would become allies , joining their ideals , and get lost former-Plasma grunt on their side.

The Ultimate Weapon would be used , but they would have to find a way to make it work as they wanted it too : to eradicate only the very thing that threaten both of their ideals : Humans.

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months ago

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan wangji #a-yuan.#wei wuxian #Yes I am skipping over LWJ's panic at WWX joking about giving birth to A-Yuan. It's funny bit but there are many more to come!#The last time these two sat down together the tensions were so high. The peace is nothing more than a layer of cold fat on the surface.#It's not 'really' them coming to see eye to eye. It's them not having the energy to say what they really want anymore.#LWJ is very defined by his jealousy and the conflict it creates with his need to put his feelings aside for the perceived greater good.#To live a life where you are always second and never ever allowing yourself to be first...#If other people can be at peace and happy - it has to be worth it right?#If he orders a plate of food that he will struggle to eat but is the favourite thing of the person sitting across from him #Is it not worth the sacrifice?#But remember! You can't take anything for yourself ever. No matter how much you want it.#He did it once before and he regrets it so much. So all he can do is accommodate.#And WWX? Well. You can't let anyone in if there isn't enough water to splash around in.#Keep things shallow and they just move on. Even if you'll miss them when they go - this is just how things are now.#No more teasing and trying to pull a reaction from LWJ anymore. You'll never be more than someone he can't stand so what's the point.

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vivitalks · 1 year ago

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more adhd jason grace or die by my sword

#jason grace #heroes of olympus #pjo #riordanverse #is he a strong leader. yes. is he the most forgetful man you ever met. also yes #could he kill you with a lightning strike. yes. does he often get lost in his activity du jour and forget to sleep. ALSO YES #stuff #also side note - more dyslexic jason specifically struggling at chb #where everything is labeled in ancient greek for the greek demigods' ease of comprehension #this is a fic waiting to happen but like #jason being completely lost with every sign around camp because his latin wired brain can't read that shit #he doesnt say anything because he's like 'im the guest here i should just learn ancient greek'#easier said than done his brain Rebels against learning it he tries but none of it seems to stick #until someone notices how jason will just blank-stare the sign posted on the armory door that says 'closed for cleaning'#and it's written in english too but that doesn't help jason he's almost as bad at reading in english as he is in ancient greek #so he DEFINITELY cant read the smaller print that says 'do not enter under threat of being eaten by cleaning harpies'#and our man just walks right in and almost gets eaten lmao #and then nico or someone is like. hmm. has anyone considered that this roman dyslexic demigod just cant fucking read ancient greek lmao #cue a campwide project to add latin to all the signs #these tags are a runaway train i just want more adhd dyslexic jason grace that's all

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nenoname · 1 month ago

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always lamenting the loss of the stan+wendy crime bonding b plot.... it would've been so good for both of their characters.....

#and plus it would've worked well as a post nhws ep #since it ends with stan being willing to take complete blame for their heist cos he doesn't want wendy to end up like him #but before nwhs he wouldn't be able to let himself to do that cos he's so close to saving ford #but post nwhs he's kinda of in the state of '...what now'#(the aimlessness of not getting what he wanted and his future being uncertain and #the hollowness that comes from fulfilling a goal that defined his life for so long.....)#meanwhile i'm just argh!!!! wendy could've had so much more to her character!!!#not having a goal in her life other than wanting to leave town #still struggling with the loss of her mum and conflicts with her dad #loving her family but them stressing her the hell out #i love the idea of stan seeing similarities between them!!!#(....except she's popular and has a bunch of friends and isn't that close to her brothers as he was to ford lol)#but ya know the whole teen acting out thing while putting on a front #(i know alex mentions constantly that 'oh yeah i'll definitely work on a wendy story if we ever do a special' but dangit!!!#i still can't believe we didn't get a comic story for her when he admits him never developing her character #is the major flaw of the series!!!)#(yes i'm bitter that she barely got anything for tbob and the website booooo)

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pollen · 5 months ago

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i've been diving a lot deeper into adhd symptoms and comorbidities and misdiagnoses and whenever i tell my boyfriend something i learned that sounds like me he responds with something like

#idk he knows me more than anyone bc i can't hide the parts i'm ashamed of from him #last night he was like. yeah EYE think you have adhd but i'm just some guy #idk i'm excited about this not because i want to be Quirky for internet reasons. yknow. but bc i've felt like an impostor of a human being #and i have no sense of self and i can't get myself to do basic tasks and the thought of doing something i don't want to do #genuinely makes me want to throw up/my brain shuts down/i can't think or talk or function to the point where i can't work.#so i can't support myself. so i feel terrible about myself. and i've been in and out of therapy for 20 years and have numerous diagnoses #that have never really felt like they fully encapsulate what's going on. and like. i've kinda just internalized that i'm not as good at #being a person as everyone else because i struggle so so much. like yeah i did well in school but i had to sacrifice literally everything #else to do that. idk how everyone else is managing to have a job and hobbies and friends #i get to pick like. one now. i used to be able to juggle everything to some degree although i felt like i was being careless in all areas #except school. i'm so scared of making mistakes or starting anything or talking to new people or trying new hobbies #because i know it won't interest me more than a couple weeks MAX and i'll feel listless and restless again #and i've come to understand this as part of who i am at my core. i'm just someone who can't commit and isn't reliable or a good friend #i just want so badly for that not to be the case because i want so badly to not be stuck like this #idk im going home to talk to my dad this weekend and just rest because i'm really really not doing well #which is why i'm scrambling to try to figure out what's going on with me because idk how much longer i feasibly can do this #and i might be moving back to the pnw bc therapists in pa don't work with medicaid #and no psychiatrists near me are taking new patients. and i can't work to get on private insurance. but therapists in or do work w medicaid #so idk. again if youre diagnosed w adhd and this sounds not like someone who is consuming social media brain rot content about adhd #but rather someone whose experiences you identify with. please let me know. please please #i am reaching out to professionals also but things move slowly and i'm trying to compile evidence so i don't sound like i'm making it up

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mwagneto · 7 months ago

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i think what's really been getting to me the past few months is the realisation that i dont relate to literally any of the mental health stuff i see anywhere. like whenever there's some affirmation or motivation or just relatable-sounding posts in general they all seem like such common problems and it's like, damn i literally dont experience any of that. and yet im still crumpling. something uniquely wrong with me

#like ion have social anxiety and my depression manifests entirely differently. already excludes like 90% of things on here #also like. my parents grew up so poor immediately post ww2 and in the ussr that they #were eating dead animals off the street. my father was in a revolution when he was 10 and grew up working in a mine #and ion even wanna think abt the shit my mother endured in transylvania #and they both went to uni for over a decade and made an extremely good life for themselves #and i cant even do 2 yrs of uni without folding?? i dont even have anything else going on #i literally have everything handed to me why can't i just function #maybe i never learned how to struggle for things. i dont know #barking #and i cant say oh well im more mentally ill than them. first of all where do you think i got them from. second of #all they were in a war and spent the majority of their lives in the ussr. they wont even #talk about most of the things they went through #like dont get me wrong i have such a long list of mental issues my biography would count as the next dsm #but it's not like my parents were okay at any point. so like #for the record they stopped living in the ussr because the ussr ended they didn't move out or anything. we're still in eastern europe #which is definitely contributing to my overall state. please can i fucking leave pleeeease

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anyoldfandom · 11 months ago

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The problem with starting to think about the Pack more is the fact that now I want to grab Skalamander the same way I grabbed Bobo like. My house now. I want to use your character potential.

#Generator rex #genrex #Just. Ough. OUGH.#Bobo was just a bad use of his potential but Skalamander is just a nothing use of his potential. Very little character there.#But looking at his design I just. Cannot get the question out of my head of 'Is it painful?'#Is he an EVO who lives in constant pain? We see that he can't stop drooling and is blind on one 'side' of his head.#And his tongue flops around when he has his mouth open. His skin stretches and sags in awkward places #It makes me think that he probably lives a pain-filled life and has probably got a wrecked mind bc of it. And then follows VK #Someone who looks at him and says You are not broken. I have use of you. I have salvation.#And with the disability symbolism with Genrex Skalamander also looks the most chronic pain having #Though granted most EVOs with significant body changes probably have chronic pain #I just. Head in hands. Fucked up lizard. How much of his mind is actually still there.#Do you think he has good days and bad days. Bad days where he can't move or days where his mind is more of a mess than usual.#He definitely has to struggle to eat and drink. With no other mouth.#Thinking also in context of Rex Pack AU of like. Skalamander having his bad days and having people who actually care about him #Doing the best they can to help. Bringing him food and water with specially designed straws and utensils #Sitting and talking to him on days his mind isn't fully there so at least he's not alone. Giving him space if he needs it #But making sure to keep a close eye on absolutely anything he needs.#Bc they're one big disabled family and they take care of each other

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thelaststarfalling · 1 year ago

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just once i'd like to complete one (1) bigger project that i can actually be proud of

#hrrrrg met with my advisor for my thesis and it's Not Great!!#idk how i always manage to set myself up for failure #struggled so much with thinking of a specific thing to write about so now i have this super broad paper about everything which essentially #amounts to writing about nothing #cuz that's not how history works you can't just make a huge argument like that (at least not without much more extensive research than ive #done)#and im not saying anything novel or interesting anyway #but i already have a whole semester of work dumped into this thing so neither my advisor nor myself wants me to tear it apart and start fro #scratch #there definitely wouldn't be time to do that anyway #so now it's just gonna be yet another thing where i have no confidence in it while working on it and just eke out an end product thats #decent enough to satisfy others while i know inwardly that its really not good #the professor for the capstone class last semester said the paper was good and i was in a good spot to finish it this semester #but this is the first time my actual advisor has really looked at it and hes confirming all of the doubts i had about it :((((#agh itll ultimately be fine i just wish i could do something to justify the 'oh youre such a good student!' im really not!!!!!!!!#i have no idea what i'm doing!!!!!!#p

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blythesarchives · 3 months ago

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Sugar Plums. | W.S

summary: The soldier has an attachment to you.

a/n: This came to me randomly but thought it was cute and somewhat spicy. I added some fluff to balance it all out and tried to keep the sexy scenes sweet too. I see so many fics of him being super aggressive in bed and those are great, but for me I think he'd be a little more like this. Takes place after the events of CA:TWS. Contains roughly translated Russian, native speakers can correct me if anything was translated wrong. Ty. ;; wc: 5.5k

It was so awkward.

Everyone sat frozen in place, their eyes locked on the imposing figure of the Winter Soldier as he towered behind you, his piercing blue eyes methodically scanning the room and studying each occupant with an intensity that made them shift uncomfortably in their seats.

"Absolutely not!" Tony was the first to break the suffocating silence, his voice sharp and decisive as he beat Steve to speaking by a mere second. There was absolutely no way he would even consider allowing the fist of HYDRA to take up residence in his tower, treating him like he was nothing more than some lost stray that needed sheltering. "He's not staying here, no way in hell - this isn't a halfway house for reformed assassins."

"Tony, come on. HYDRA is gone, their control over him is broken," you reasoned desperately, your voice taking on a pleading tone as you gestured toward the silent figure behind you, "He's been surviving on his own for weeks, barely getting by. Just look at him...he's exhausted, malnourished, and clearly needs somewhere safe to stay and recover."

"Uh, how about no?" Tony fired back, staring at you like you had grown a second head...or like you had a towering sleeper soldier looming behind you.

Tony wasn't your favorite person in the world, but he was usually somewhat reasonable.

"There's absolutely no way that he's staying here. Have you completely lost your mind? What if he suddenly snaps or loses control and goes completely berserk, hm? What if one night those sleeper triggers buried in his brain suddenly activate and he systematically takes us out one by one in our sleep?" Tony added emphatically, his hands gesturing wildly in the air as he attempted to visualize the gruesome scenarios playing out in his mind.

"Your state-of-the-art security cameras can't give us a heads up before that happens?" You asked with dry sarcasm, your tone deliberately flat and unimpressed, clearly making a joke while you tried to find some kind of middle ground that would get the agitated, self-proclaimed playboy to calm down and think rationally.

"No chance in hell, sweet cheeks," he folded his arms and glared at you with sternness that etched across his features. "Too dangerous."

"He's staying, whether you like it or not," you replied in the same unwavering tone, standing your ground with resolute conviction. "He's hurt, weak, completely vulnerable. There's absolutely nothing he could possibly do in this state. He needs somewhere warm and safe to stay, especially since he's been struggling to survive out on the streets for weeks now. Besides, winter is coming fast and there’s no way he won’t get hypothermia or something." You added with concern, knowing full well that while the soldier hadn't been entirely helpless during his ordeal, he certainly hadn't managed to secure any kind of stable shelter.

His temporary refuges consisted only of cold spaces beneath bridges, dark corners tucked away in forgotten alleys, or the remains of abandoned buildings - not a single place where he could truly let his guard down or feel protected from the harsh elements. With winter's rapid approach and already light dustings of snow, the temperatures would only get more brutal as the nights went on.

You continued to argue with Tony, Steve butting in every so often, luckily siding with you, desperate to have his old friend somewhere safe. It was a long, frustrating argument that lasted much longer than need be.

Earlier that day, while you had been making your way down the frost-covered street of New York's downtown district, his eyes had caught sight of your familiar form. Something deep within him told him to follow you, a magnetic pull that he couldn't explain. He obeyed the instinct, trailing silently behind you all the way back to the tower. When you finally became aware of his presence, he was thoroughly drenched from the steadily falling snow, his cheeks and nose having turned a bright, rosy color from the biting cold as he tried to suppress his constant shivering.

The moment you made your sudden turn to approach him, he visibly startled, immediately taking a defensive step backward as his mind raced through all the possible scenarios and potential threats. His eyes darted across your face with obvious wariness as you fully turned to face him, his entire body subtly shifting its weight from foot to foot, muscles tensed and ready to bolt away.

"It's okay...you look cold..." You spoke softly, your voice barely above a whisper, trying not to startle him as you took in his disheveled appearance. The soldier, the one whose face had practically been plastered across every news channel, the same one Steve had spoken about with such raw emotion in his voice.

You remembered how Steve had mourned his best friend, utterly confused and devastated about why he had saved from the river, while Bucky fell to what should have been his death. Steve held onto that grief, that guilt, like a lifeline. He held onto it so desperately, clinging to the faintest hope that a sliver of Bucky was still somewhere deep inside the persona of the Winter Soldier.

Looking at him now, you couldn't see any trace of the man from Steve's stories - the soldier's eyes were too wild and wide, filled with fear and confusion.

But despite everything you'd heard, despite the destruction you'd witnessed on the news, despite the intense warnings from everyone in the tower, there was something about his presence that didn't trigger your fight or flight response.

He didn't make you feel unsafe.

He looked absolutely beat down, exhausted to his very core, his shoulders slumped in a way that made you wonder when he'd last had a moment's rest. You weren't even sure he could take you down if he tried in this state, though you knew his reputation suggested otherwise. He was shaking from the cold air as it blew in a stinging breeze, his metal arm gleaming dully in what little light remained, while the incoming winter storm brought with it a thick haze and countless tiny pinpricks of needle-like snowflakes that seemed to cut through the air.

"Come inside with me, I'll take care of you." You offered quietly, your voice gentle and reassuring as you extended your hand towards him. Your body language remained open and non-threatening, shoulders relaxed and posture deliberately casual to help put him at ease and to show him you felt no fear.

After a few silent moments where his piercing blue eyes studied you through the thick haze, he finally shifted his weight forward and took a step in your direction.

The water in the shower had set a steady steam in the bathroom, the mirror had fogged and the tiles sweat below your bare feet.

You could hear the gentle splashing of water against the bathtub as he cleaned himself. The mechanical whirring of his metal arm caught your attention, hopefully that thing was waterproof, but it must be, right?

After setting out a fresh towel and clean clothes for his use, you quietly excused yourself to provide him with privacy. The state of his current attire was awful, every piece was thoroughly saturated and carried an unmistakable stench that made you wrinkle your nose. The clothes were in such poor condition that you couldn't help but wonder if they had been scavenged from someone who no longer needed them.

You wouldn’t put it past the soldier to steal from a cadaver.

His shower routine was notably brief, years of conditioning taught him to minimize the time spent on his personal care. Upon finishing, he emerged from behind the curtain and efficiently dried himself with the provided towel. His gaze fell upon the fresh clothes you had thoughtfully placed by the sink, while his previous garments had been discreetly removed.

The soldier hesitated momentarily before donning the clean outfit. It wasn’t anything fancy, a pair of grey sweatpants emblazoned with the Avenger's logo along the side and a simple yet comfortable black tank top. When he finally emerged from the bathroom to face you, his body language betrayed his uncertainty as he stood there, not sure what to do now. Comfort was completely foreign to him, and care was a dream away.

"Tony finally gave in," you replied softly, your voice sounded in the quiet stillness of the bedroom. "He said you could stay here with us."

He remained motionless, his expression blank and unreadable as he stood there, offering neither response nor the slightest hint of acknowledgement to your words. You weren’t sure what to expect but that seemed pretty in character for him at the moment.

"You'll be staying in my quarters since no one else is comfortable having you in their space just yet...but don't worry too much about that," you reassured gently, though you could tell from his demeanor that others' opinions held little weight in his mind. "They'll come around after some time, I'm sure of it."

His gaze fixed upon you then, his brow creasing ever so slightly with an unspoken question as he began to move. Each step was deliberate and measured as he crossed the room, closing the distance between you until he stood directly in front of you, close enough that you could see the water droplets from his freshly washed hair beading at the ends and falling onto the fabric of your top, leaving dark spots where they landed.

"Everything's going to be fine," you said with gentle reassurance, trying to ease the tension in the air. "Why don't we head to the kitchen and get you something to eat? You must be hungry." You offered, hoping to bring some normalcy to the situation.

The soldier shadowed your every movement, following closely behind like a faithful companion who refused to stray from their master's side.

Upon entering the expansive kitchen, you immediately made your way to the industrial-sized refrigerator, searching through its contents for something suitable to offer him. The kitchen was perpetually stocked to the brim with an array of foods, snacks, and ingredients, practically anything one could imagine or desire. It was like having a private, fully-stocked grocery store.

Though with a the ravenous super soldier with enhanced metabolism, the mighty Asgardian god whose appetite matched his status, and Banner's surprisingly hulk-ish consumption…the team still depleted their food with an efficiency that would put a pack of famished wolves to shame.

"Hm...what should you have...do you want anything specific?" You turned over your shoulder to address him, but he maintained his characteristic silence. Unmoving, and completely stoic, like a statue carved from marble.

"Нет [No]," came his quiet response, the Russian word rolling off his tongue deeply. He remained perfectly still, observing with careful attention as you continued your search through the refrigerator's contents, trying to determine what would be most appropriate for him to eat. Your mind was working quickly, knowing you wanted to avoid anything too time-consuming to prepare. You wanted to get some food into him sooner rather than later.

"How about...I could make some soup real quick? Tomato and grilled cheese might be a safe option for you. Shouldn't upset your stomach too much if you haven’t been eating a lot, and it will warm you up if you're still feeling cold." You turned back toward him once more, studying his features carefully for any hint of reaction or preference to your suggestion, any subtle change in his expression.

But, he didn't provide even the slightest indication of his feelings.

You decided on tomato soup and a grilled cheese anyway, you figured it was best and immediately set to work in the kitchen.

Although you typically prided yourself on preparing meals completely from scratch, this particular circumstance called for something different. You assembled the sandwich, buttering the bread before placing it in a heated pan to get a golden-brown crust while keeping a watchful eye on the pot of soup simmering beside it, occasionally stirring for even heating.

Once everything reached the perfect temperature and consistency, you transferred the meal onto clean dishes, relieved it didn’t take too long. You presented him with the steaming bowl of soup and perfectly grilled sandwich, watching as the soldier deliberately took his place at the counter, his eyes fixed intently on the rising steam from the bowl before him.

You watched him, noting how his entire body remained unnaturally rigid and motionless, as though every muscle was locked in place and braced for something. His lips bore a slight sheen of moisture, like he had licked them at some point when you weren't watching. Yet despite his obvious hunger, he hadn't made even the slightest attempt to reach for the food. His eyes held intense longing and hesitation, briefly meeting yours before quickly darting away, as if making eye contact was somehow forbidden.

"What's wrong?" You asked with growing concern etched across your features, "You're hungry aren't you? I can tell you haven't eaten in a while. Especially not anything warm, at least. I know it can be hard out there, all by yourself…"

His response came in the form of an almost imperceptible nod, his gaze remaining firmly fixed on the bowl and sandwich before him, as though they were the most important and most dangerous objects in the room.

"So why aren't you eating? The food's getting cold, it won’t be as good if it cools too much."

"Я не могу совершить действие без приказа. [I cannot perform an action without an order]," the soldier responded in barely more than a whisper, his voice carrying the weight of years of conditioning.

You stood there, completely lost in the language barrier between you. Your limited knowledge of Russian extended only to the most basic words - 'да' and 'нет' - leaving you clueless by his response and worried about the implications of his behavior.

You didn't want to wake Natasha, even though she would certainly understand what he was saying in Russian, but disturbing her sleep for something as simple as a quick translation seemed unnecessary and might put her in a bad mood. Instead, an idea popped into your head that would avoid an angry widow. You reached for your phone and placed it on the smooth counter surface, navigating to a translator app before looking up at him again. "Can you repeat that?"

The soldier's eyes flickered briefly to the phone screen, taking in the sight of the translation app with what seemed like recognition, before his gaze deliberately returned to the untouched food laid out before him. "I cannot perform an action without an order," he stated in perfect, albeit mechanical English this time.

You blinked in surprise, thoroughly caught off guard by the sudden switch to English when he had been persistently speaking Russian up until this point. "Okay...well...eat then, you can eat freely here, you don't need an order to do that." You slowly tucked your phone away into your pocket as his right hand gradually lifted from where it had been resting in his lap, reaching out to pick up the sandwich.

You weren't sure what you were expecting, but he wolfed down his food within a minute, that sandwich was gone within maybe three bites. The soup swallowed just as fast.

God, he was starving, and the realization made your heart ache.

"Better?" You asked gently, to which he only nodded, swallowing the last of the food in his mouth.

This became routine, the soldier stuck by your side like a duckling imprinting on its mother.

He followed you diligently around every corner of the tower, his protective instincts activated as he positioned himself like an ever-vigilant guardian. His eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, noting how others would cast uncertain and sometimes suspicious glances in his direction.

These looks made him increasingly self-conscious and anxious, as though he were some exotic creature put on display at a zoo for others to gawk at. But in your presence, he seemed a bit more at ease. He genuinely liked being around you.

Gradually, the rigid tension that had defined his existence began to melt away, and he started allowing more intimate gestures of care. He let you gently brush his unruly hair into place, carefully wash his face with warm water, or trim his growing stubble for him.

He accepted these tender ministrations without the slightest resistance or complaint, though a nagging worry lingered in your mind that his compliance stemmed from years of conditioning to submit to others' wishes. Each time you worried about that, you’d see a genuine warmth and contentment in his gaze rather than submission, showing you that he truly found comfort and pleasure in your gentle touch.

It was evening, the room reflected the warm glow of festive holiday lights emanating from a miniature Christmas tree nestled in the corner. The soldier found himself transfixed by the small decorated tree, his eyes lingering on each twinkling light as their vibrant colors danced and shimmered. The sterile, monotonous walls he had grown accustomed to during his confinement were nothing compared to the colorful lights. The gentle play of red, green, and gold seemed to awaken something long dormant within him, he almost wanted to plant himself in front of the tree and just stare at it.

Tony may have allowed his stay, but that didn’t mean there weren’t restrictions. He was stern about where and when the soldier could go anywhere with you, and he demanded that he not leave your room afterhours. It wasn’t hard to follow, the solider showed reluctance to leave your room at all, having been so accustomed to being kept in one room. You didn’t push him, but you felt bad for him because he was missing how the tower had been decorated for the holidays. So, you got a smaller tree for the bedroom to provide some kind of festive look for him to take in.

You emerged from the bathroom, wisps of steam following in your wake, your damp hair leaving little droplets on your shoulders as you continued to towel it dry with scrunches. He remained motionless on the edge of your bed, his attention immediately shifting as he turned and blinked up at your approaching figure.

His icy eyes traced a deliberate path across your form, which was barely concealed beneath the thin fabric of your sleep shirt, the hem teasingly brushing against your mid-thigh with each movement. "I am beat," you sighed heavily, your voice carrying the weight of the day's festivities. The marathon of holiday activities had clearly taken its toll, leaving you thoroughly drained. The tower often held an array of things to do because Tony loved to show off what he could afford, and it wasn’t like anyone else would object.

He observed with rapt attention as you made your way onto the bed and settled back against the pillows, releasing a deep exhale that seemed to melt away the day's tension. His unwavering gaze remained fixed on the rhythmic, hypnotic motion of your chest rising and falling with each breath.

You felt the bed shift beneath you as he moved, his weight causing the mattress to dip and creak softly. He crawled over to where you lay, his arms positioning themselves on either side of your body, caging you in. Your eyes fluttered open to find him hovering directly above you, his presence overwhelming in its proximity. This was something new…he had always maintained somewhat of a distance before, never daring to position himself so intimately over top of you.

"Я скомпрометирован. [I'm compromised]," the soldier spoke in a hushed tone, his voice carrying that distinctive gravelly pitch that made you feel tingly. The tension between you had become damned near impossible to ignore. What had started as a subtle pull had grown into an overwhelming force of attraction that seemed to draw you both together like magnets.

Still, you forced yourself to hold back, maintaining that last thread of restraint. You had no way of knowing the depth of his emotional capacity, if he was even capable of genuine feelings, or wanted to experience them at all after everything he endured.

"Soldat...?" The whispered word escaped your lips as you noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor, the way his muscles tensed as he remained suspended above you, perfectly still. "You know I don't understand-"

"I am compromised," he repeated, switching to English this time. His voice had dropped even lower, carrying an edge of frustration that vibrated through the minimal space between your bodies.

"Comprom..." You sat up slowly on your elbows and shook your head in confusion, your brow furrowed as you tried to process his words. That’s what you’d say about a machine or computer, not a man. "What are you talking about?" Your eyes wandered downward, suddenly drawn to an unmistakable tent in his fitted briefs that became obvious from your new viewing angle, causing you to freeze in place as your breath caught in your throat.

So, he could feel things.

"Oh..." You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you remained frozen in place, your cheeks growing warm. "I think I understand now...you're feeling a bit pent up, aren't you?"

His metal arm whirred softly, the sophisticated machinery humming as he moved to adjust his hand placement. "Да. [Yes]," he responded in a low voice, his gleaming titanium fingertips delicately ghosted across the bare skin of your thigh, just barely grazing beneath the hem of your thin sleep shirt. Goosebumps erupted along your body in response to the contact, the cool metal sudden against your flushed skin.

"Мне не нравится делиться вашим вниманием. [I don't like sharing your attention]," he muttered with an undertone of possession, his lips curling into a slight frown as he gradually leaned closer to you. His silken hair delicately tickled your face as he slowly lowered himself, the tips of your noses barely grazing against each other in an intimate gesture. His lips parted ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of anticipation before he dipped his head down, warm lips pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your jawline.

You swallowed reflexively, your breath catching in your throat as you felt his warm, steady breath caress your sensitive skin, sending a visible shudder of growing excitement through your body.

He continued his gentle exploration, encouraged by your acceptance and the absence of any resistance. He pressed a trail of soft, purposeful kisses along the curve of your jaw, each one more intimate than the last, before gradually working his way down to your neck. His lips carefully followed the rhythmic flutter of your pulse beneath your skin, his tongue peeking out shyly to touch against you.

"Ah-" You voiced softly, feeling him settle on a particularly sensitive spot, right against the delicate side of your neck. It was nestled perfectly between the graceful junction where your neck connected to your collarbone, the skin there warm and inviting, holding a faint trace of blood flow from the intricate network of smaller veins positioned just beneath the surface.

He kissed many times with increasing intensity, clearly finding this spot ideal for his attentions. The soft, tentative pecks gradually became more passionate, open-mouthed kisses as each one was placed. His tongue began gently pressing against your skin with each lingering kiss, the pressure slowly growing in need. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth when he finally latched on, your eyes widening in surprise as the soldier's strong arms held you a little tighter.

Soldat began to suckle a mark, his ministrations gentle and teasing at first, but quickly growing in force and intensity as his skilled tongue swirled expertly around the trapped skin between his lips and teeth. The sensation drew a breathy moan from deep within you, making your entire body feel as though it were engulfed in flames of desire. Though you were completely helpless beneath the assassin, you had absolutely no intention or desire to push him away.

This felt too damned good.

Without thinking, your leg came up and hooked around his hips, drawing him closer until your bodies were flush against each other. The heat between you grew and you felt his painful erection trapped in his briefs, straining against the fabric as his arousal was staining them. Soldat exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening possessively, but he did not let go.

His suckling grew increasingly intense, the sensitive skin tingling and starting to sting and burn with each passing moment. Still, he didn't release the bruised skin just yet.

Instead, he just bit down harder, ensuring the mark he left would last for days. You moaned loudly, your fingers gently tangling in his thick hair as your pleasured sounds encouraged his attention. He became more attentive when your little sounds of pleasure turned into sharp, quiet hisses - clearly indicating that the sensation had crossed from pleasure into discomfort, silently telling him to ease off.

When he did finally relent, he pulled back to admire his handiwork, looking down at the deep purple mark blooming on your neck. His breath came in heavy pants through his parted lips as he stayed quiet, watching intently as you struggled to catch your own breath too. The sight of you beneath him, disheveled and vulnerable, with flushed skin and labored breathing, was enough to draw him right back in.

He dipped back down with renewed hunger, his metal hand slowly threading through your hair before gently fisting it at the base of your skull, though his careful control ensured it wasn’t painful, just firm. He tugged just enough to guide your movement, encouraging you to expose more of your neck to his hungry gaze.

"E-easy..." You whispered, a note of anxious anticipation in your voice. You wanted more, god you wanted more, but his sudden change of behavior was a bit surprising for you.

"Понял. [Understood]," he whispered against your skin, pressing a soft kiss of reassurance to your jaw before returning his attention to your neck. Those soft kisses began again, trailing along your skin, but his restraint didn't last long as he quickly sought a new canvas for another mark. He latched onto a spot just a little bit higher on your neck, alternating between sucking and carefully controlled bites to gradually darken and bruise the sensitive flesh.

You felt bite after delicious bite, hickey after possessive hickey.

He marked the tender flesh of your neck in several deep, purple marks that bloomed like violent flowers across your skin...each one throbbing with a sweet ache when he pulled away. His tongue always swirled over the mark with care to soothe the sting of it, making you arch into his touch as you fell into a complete daze.

"S-Soldat," you muttered breathlessly, cheeks flushed crimson and eyelids heavy with desire. Your pupils matched his own - completely blown with hunger and desperate need. Those bermuda swirls meeting yours as he continued a torturously slow trail of hot kisses down your chest, nipping your collarbone with just enough pressure to make you gasp before following the gentle dip of your sternum.

He paused deliberately, pulling up so he could lift the thin sleep shirt over you and expose more of your bare chest to his hungry gaze, giving him better access for his heated kisses and teasing nips. Once your top was discarded somewhere on the floor, his hands gently but firmly held your sides, trailing up with reverent touches until settling against your ribcage. His larger hands completely encompassed your torso, making you feel small but protected.

The soldier was absolutely transfixed at the sight of your breasts, eyeing the soft mounds and peaked nipples as they hardened in the cool air, growing increasingly sensitive and rosy with your mounting arousal. It was like he was completely mesmerized by the sight before him, the fucking Winter Soldier, the most dangerous assassin in history, stopped dead in his tracks at the mere sight of your bare breasts.

You felt in charge now.

"What is it? Do you like them?" you purred softly to the soldier, your body swaying in a deliberately teasing motion that made them gently move. His eyes remained fixed, drinking in the sight before him as his lips parted ever so slightly. Slowly, his head tilted down again, surrendering to the moment. He let his face nestle against your chest, his lips trailing a constellation of unhurried kisses across your skin.

He began to nip and suckle the tender skin of your breasts, his mouth working to create deep, purple love bites on that delicate flesh. The bruising blossomed easily beneath his ministrations, almost like they were eager to show themselves.

His lips would find a promising spot, then he would begin lapping at the skin with gentle strokes of his tongue until he felt you squirming. The soldier took the sensitized flesh carefully between his teeth, rolling the captured skin while his talented muscle swirled and sucked.

Your chest displayed his passionate handiwork when he finally drew back to admire his creation. The plum-colored bruises created an intimate pattern across your skin, their rich hues made even more striking by the soft glow of the holiday lights that danced through the room, highlighting each carefully placed love bite until they seemed to shimmer like twilight stars against your flesh.

"Soldat...I think you covered enough surface area," you breathed, feeling overwhelmed by the intense throbbing that radiated from each mark he'd left. The sensation pulsed in waves across your skin, making it difficult to focus. Your neck was thoroughly covered in the passionate marks, and now your chest bore an equally impressive collection.

The soldier gazed down at you with intensely, his eyes taking in each little sugar plum bruise that decorated your skin like a masterpiece. Though they were scattered without any deliberate pattern, the overall effect clearly pleased him. You lay there looking thoroughly affected by his attention, hair mussed and breathing uneven, cheeks beautifully darkened with a dust of blush, just from his careful application of bites alone. The sight of you in such a state, marked so thoroughly, brought deep set satisfaction in his gut.

"Моя теперь. [Mine now]," he muttered softly, his warm breath ghosting across your skin as his lips hovered mere millimeters from your own. The almost-kiss was delicate, just the faintest brush of contact that sent electricity dancing through your nerves. He almost seemed nervous to close that final distance, his confidence faltering despite the passionate trail of marks he had already left scattered across your skin.

He drew back slightly, seemingly snapping out of a trance, and you could see the vulnerability written plainly across his features as that nervousness flickered in his eyes. Shifting his weight, he settled back onto the bed, his right hand finding your knee and tracing gentle, soothing circles there with his thumb. The tender gesture matched his hushed voice as he spoke, "Я не хочу идти дальше. [I don't want to go any further]," the words carrying both certainty and a hint of apology.

Your brow furrowed deeply as you struggled to understand what he was trying to stay, the confusion evident in the slight crease between your eyebrows and the questioning tilt of your head. You really needed to study Russian. "Do you not want to continue?" you asked slowly and carefully, focusing more on interpreting the subtle nuances in his tone rather than trying to parse the exact words he was using.

His facial expression held hesitance and uncertainty, the slight downturn of his lips and the way his eyes wouldn't quite meet yours telling you what you needed to know. Body language was his primary mode of genuine communication, and you had become very good at reading these silent signals he unconsciously broadcast.

"It's okay, we can stop," you replied with a reassuring tone, making sure to keep your voice soft to help dissipate any lingering tension he might be feeling. "Let's just lay here, okay? We can cuddle without any kind of pressure to do anything else, if you want." You offered with a warm smile, wanting him to feel that his comfort and boundaries were completely respected and that there was no expectation or obligation to continue.

This was a lot of good progress with him, you typically just cuddled or he kept to his side of the bed but he had shown you a lot of sweet affection tonight, and you loved it, it meant he was growing more confident in himself and your relationship. The evidence of his passionate yet tender attention remained visible in the form of gentle, plum-colored marks that decorated your neck and chest as you lay beside him, watching as his silent form trembled slightly beneath the heavy warmth of the thick blankets that enveloped you both.

You opened your arms, offering him a warmer space, and he quickly scooted forward, tucking himself against you. Prone to being cold, he liked being under many layers of blankets, so you made sure to provide plenty for him to not only feel warm but secure. Plus...having you to hold him always helped.

Without the worry of being a soldier, he could rest easy like this.

Thanks for reading. -em 🌿

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