#plus i like seeing her tease him about leaf die @green

[musubiki]

Speaking of Lyra>>> Do you have any headcannons for her? Do you support SoulSilvershipping? Because personally they're also one of my faves (but obviously after Conflicting)

yes and yes!!!! though i dont have as many. hgss was my first game so it holds a special place in my

➞

edit: i lied. im giving lyra thiccorite as her starter i just started playing again and its the cutest lil shithead pokemon. silver can have the angry honey badger 

lyra is the cutest and happiest protag!!! shes always very excited and very brave!!! takes no shit from rocket and beats their asses with a smile 10/10!!!! (sometimes she listens to music and dances while kicking ass shes a huge dork)

also very honest!!!! but a troll lowkey. when she was asked to describe the pokemon thief she gave some weird ass desc. ever seen tangled? she did that to silver. he sees his wanted poster and jus “okay now shes just mean.”

silver is actually. grateful to her. for not turning him in. OFC HE AINT GONNA SAY SHIT LIKE THAT LMAO but he kind of..respects her for it..lowkey..over time their battles become less emotionally traumatizing (blame silver) and more friendly and actually kinda fun

(i actually dont have too much for them bc i havent played the game in a while but. these are some i do know)

when prof oak gives her the pokedex hes…..doubtful…like shes so excited and distracted hes sittin there like “….i wonder if she’ll even remember….she has a pokedex…” but shes the one prof elm chose so. he gotta trust him. hesnjkds sitting in his lab like “if only leaf and green were still up to it [tears]”

(btw green and leaf did finish the kanto pokedex. neither of them filled their own up, but together they managed to get every pokemon. it was thanks to leaf they managed to get mew and mewtwo which brought prof oaks research to a new level)

Lyra is a HAMMER at the pokethon. shes like a gold medalist. second best athlete out of all the protags(right behind white)

she only uses cute pokemonhdfhj but somehow still wins. silver is always confused because she literally has all these fucking adorable pokemon and then. kicks everyones ass. rocket both hates and loves her

this being because. shes super cute. im pretty sure like half the grunts have a crush on her 

her and silver probably. start to become more of friends when they first do the pokeathon together. she actually finds him really interesting and is curious about his mysterious backstory™

all the gym leaders like her shes pretty beloved by most!!! except for green. 

green is SO IRRITATED by her LMFAOOOOOOO when she first challenged him he was like “Hah, okay, easy. Small team for a small girl you’re going DOWN” and SHE KICKS. HIS ASS. 

he strongly underestimated her and he put up a good fight but. usually no one can beat him so hes fuckindfjk SHOCKED

HES MORE IRRITATED BC SHE KEEPS CALLING HIM FOR A REMATCH FHDFKBF HE HATES HER I SWEAR..,.,.he makes up shit excuses to not meet her bc eh fucjnfdkhf hates losing his pride is at stake here.,.,. “GO FIGHT SOMEONE ELSE!!!!!!!!!” “But youre the 8th gym leader!!!!!!”

lyra. highkey. teases green about his “one true love” i swear to god like. green puts up w her but its so reluctant. once she snatched the photo reel of him and leaf he always keeps with him and she just “ooOOOOO YOUR GIRLFRIEND????? GREEN OAK HAS A GIRLFRIEND?????????????” AND HE BLUSHED SO HARD AND SNATCHED IT FROM HER “GIVE THAT BACK YOU LITTLE BRAT HOLY FUCK….” she teases him forever.

i actually love the scene from this when shes pestering him “WHAT WAS THE KANTO CHAMPION LIKE??!?!?!?!” all excited and green just. all bitter and irritated hes jus flashbacks to how leaf just left and he still hasn’t heard from her and just “She was a real jerk man.” and lyra just “Oh.”

when she finally meets leaf shes. SHOCKED. THAT GREENS “GIRLFRIEND” AND THE KANTO CHAMP ARE THE SAME PERSON. SHE LOOKS AND GREEN AND HES BEHIND LEAF MAKING THAT LIKE CUT THROAT PANICKED MOTION LIKE “(please don’t say anything PLEASE DONT SAY ANYTHING)”

she doesnt say anything lojinhjhdf shes not that mean but!! shes been looking for leaf for months and waiting to challenge her so shes excited!!! and leafs also kinda excited bc she hasn’t had a good fight in a while. ofc leaf wins and lyra is “???!?!?!?!??” she was so confident. Pom destroyed her entire team

you got ways to go kiddo

so post hgss..i think…,.,.after silver apologizes for stealing the pokemon he kind of. ends up helping prof elm. like he goes to catch pokemon for his research and whatever else he needs. and he also trains under the dragon master to learn how to actually be strong. and lyra is really proud of him. 

they end up becoming really good friends and silver. develops a crush on her throughout the journey RIP. i think ethan lowkey also has a crush on her so thEY DONT GET ALONG they hate each other in silence. im pretty sure lance ends up liking her too so she has. the most suitors out of any protag so silver is a l w a y s jealous hes struggling not to show itjfdkfj its dumb,.,.

[salmonthestoryteller]

Three Divided by One Equals…

Randomly assigned names.  No historical research done (except a quick look at what year Roswell was settled).  I meant to post this yesterday, but didn’t get it quite done until this morning.  Sorry all.

Previous Parts:

Two Plus Two Equals…

Four Minus One...

Three Divided by One Equals… A Roswell New Mexico Fanfic

Alex remembered hearing footsteps coming down the hall.  He remembered getting up and using the furniture and walls to balance so he could reach his crutch.  Instead of placing it under his arm, he balanced himself against the wall and held it up - ready to strike.  Then he waited for the intruder to come to him.  The door had creaked slowly open - but no one was there.  Then he’d felt it - an energy, some sort of force or entity - rush around him and then…

Nothing.  He recalled nothing else.  Until now.

Now was his mindscape.  He’d grown accustomed to what a mindscape looked like - the hazy edges of the room they actually stood in - the slight glow around the other person present.  However, he had no explanation for why they were in the kitchen when he last remembered being in the bedroom.  He was also not used to their being more than one person present.  He recognized Michael, glowing slightly as he was accustomed to seeing.  There was another man, though - one he didn’t recognize the face of - and who wasn’t glowing like he should.  Instead he was misty - his edges blurred.

The mist was all around him as well, and at first he couldn’t hear what was being said.  Forcing his way forward, to where the mindscape was clearer, he began to be able to make out their words.

“I don’t know what you are - and I don’t care.  I’m kicking you out.”  Michael was saying, shoulders bunched up - clearly ready for a fight.

“I’ve watched you, you know.”  The man replied.  “I’ve seen what you can do.  I don’t think you’re strong enough.”

“Try me.”  Michael held out his hand, and Alex could feel his power.  The man was pushed back, and the mist began to fade as well.  He almost felt like his own mind was clearer for it.  Then, suddenly, the man’s form disappeared from sight.  He could feel him, though all around him, and the mist seemed to slink forward again.  He opened his mouth to shout for Michael - a moment too late.  The man appeared right behind him, slamming his hands into the back of his neck - and Michael toppled forward with a cry.

“I’m not scared of you.”  The man taunted, and the misty edges of his form seemed to expand, and begin to close around Michael.   “I can kill you anytime.”

Alex tackled him to the ground as Michael began to choke.  The man stared up at him, startled.  “Get out.”  He snarled at him.

The man opened his mouth, and screamed.

-----

Alex gasped, feeling like he’d awoken from some sort of dream.  His mind still felt hazy.  In front of him, Michael was leaning against the kitchen wall - still coughing and choking, and the scream that had been in the mindscape filled the air around them.  He was also dressed, and had his prosthetic on - none of which he recalled having done.  Where those actions should be was only a blank.  The house itself seemed to shake with the force of the scream - the air around them almost frigid.

He reached MIchael’s side to take his arm, and was surprised when he pulled away, backing up until he saw could see his face and meet his eyes.  Then he seemed to slump in relief, even as he continued to cough.  This time he reached for him, and Alex grabbed onto his hand as they bolted to the front of the house.  The door wouldn’t budge under his hand, and Michael blew it outward in a show of power he usually wouldn’t have done.  Then they were outside, and the scream faded into silence.

“What was that?”  Alex finally managed to ask.

Michael only shook his head, giving one last cough.  “I don’t know.”

-----

“Ghosts don’t exist.”  Michael said firmly, from where they sat in his truck parked on a street in town.  Neither had dared to reenter the house, and since Alex’s keys were inside, they’d taken Michael’s truck.  Alex only raised his eyebrows at him and took a sip from the paper coffee cup in his hands.  They hadn’t been ready to face anyone who knew them well.  Not until they understood what was happening.   “There is no current data that proves beyond reasonable doubt that-”

“We just faced off with a misty figure in a shared mindscape and heard a disembodied scream when we came out of it.”  Alex cut him off.  “I’d say that’s beyond a reasonable doubt.  Unless you think it’s some sort of alien.”

“It didn’t feel… alien.”  Michael replied.

“So, how did it feel?”

“I don’t know.  Weird.”

“I don’t remember anything past our bedroom door opening by itself.  And then being in the kitchen with you.”  Alex told him.  He probably sounded far calmer than he felt.  “That’s some sort of possession, right?”

“I mean, basing it on horror movies, yeah.”  Michael admitted.  “But movies also have aliens being green bulb heads and black slimy tentacle monsters.”

“Point.  So we research it.”

“We research ghosts?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s not like we can go back there, though.”

Alex stared at him.  “Of course we can go back there.  It’s our house.”

“It’s haunted by a ghost that’s obsessed with you.”  Michael reminded him.

“I’m not letting some ghost kick me out of our house.”

“I’m pretty sure that line was said in every paranormal movie that ended badly.”

“Aw, is my macho cowboy scared?”  Alex teased him, but was surprised when Michael turned a torn gaze on him.

“A stranger looked at me from your eyes, Alex, and spoke to me with your mouth.  When that happened with Isobel it took over ten years to…”  He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Alex set his coffee down, and slid closer to him on the seat.  “This won’t be the same.  We can beat this.”

“You don’t know that.”

“What I know is that together, we’re unstoppable.”

Michael opened his eyes to look at him, whatever he saw seemed to be what he needed.  He reached out to take his hand, and nodded.

-----

“The house was built by the Rhodes family that settled here in 1897.”  The woman at the Roswell Historical Society had pulled out several documents and books for them.  “There were three brothers, the wives of the eldest two, and their children.”

“Did they die there?”  Alex asked her.

“All three of the brothers died in the house, as did their wives, and several of their children later in life.  The house actually stayed in the family for almost a hundred years.  The last one to own it was a descendant of the middle son.  She was a bit of an eccentric.  Never married herself.  Used to tell all sorts of stories about the place.”

“What sort of stories?”  Michael asked her.

“That it was haunted by the ghost of Michael Rhodes.”  She started to leaf through a book.  “There should be a picture in here.”

“Why would she say he haunted the place?”  Alex started flipping through a different book.

“He committed suicide on the property.  That’s fact - it’s recorded in his death record.  Old Miss Rhodes, though, she used to say family legend said he died of heartbreak.  Had some lover his brothers didn’t approve of.  And, one night, the brothers killed the lover.  Michael Rhodes never got over the betrayal and finally shot himself in his upstairs bedroom.  The one at the end of the hall.”

Michael felt a shiver run through him, as he recalled the dream he’d had that morning.  “Is that where he shot himself?”

“Who knows?  They didn’t really write which room at the house down on the record.  Just that he shot himself on the property.  Really, I think she made the whole thing up to entertain herself.  Ah, there is the picture.”  She set the book down.  It showed seven people in all.  Three men, two women, and three children.  “Those are the eldest brother, Joshua and Marcus, their wives Ethel and Martha, their children - Thomas, Cordelia, and John, and that is Michael Rhodes.”

Alex felt his blood run cold and glanced over at Michael, to see him equally as shaken.  The misty figure they’d faced off with in mindscape was the man in the picture.

To Be Continued...