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“You really saw a disabled man and his disabled bird and you thought you could call on them? You thought you could beat them, because, what, because they’re weak?

Guess this hurts, huh? Hurts that this man and this bird can still fight and still win. Get lost.”

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Yeeeah, once I worked out she was my cousin, that crush dissipated.

It’s not something I really talk about to anyone. Especially not out of nowhere. I don’t want people to think of me as some sort of weirdo or creep. And I certainly won’t bring it up to her. I don’t want to destroy our friendship with something so... discomforting.

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Oh, what a wonderful thing crushes are.

...well, I’m sure they’re supposed to be wonderful. This one isn’t.

It’s not because I’m in love with someone bad, or someone who could never love me back, no, of course not.

...I’m in love with someone, but I don’t know if she’s related to me.

Now now, I know what you’re thinking. How can you not know? And trust me, I wish I did. I’ve been worrying about this incessantly, on again and off again for the past... however long. I do know that I’ve been in love with her for a while. I don’t know if she has any feelings for me though.

Probably not. She probably also doesn’t see any reason to be fussed about something like this, so I will never ask her.

I should explain why this is a problem.

You see, technically speaking, I was never... born, per se. I just appeared one day. I suppose you could say I’m a gift from the Delibird, or Swanna, or whatever metaphor you like to use in your home region. But I do know who my parents are, and my relationship with them is indubitable.

My mother has a sister, mi tia. She’s lovely, absolutely wonderful. She dotes so much on her kids, even with everything that’s going on with the second-oldest, but that’s a story for another day, I suppose.

Now, here’s the complicated part... we’re in a mixed... well, what my father calls, ‘kakera,’ fragments, a term he learned from witches that had been involved in their ‘collision’. I don’t know the details, but my dad has his theories on what this means.

Our kakera combined with one where everyone’s gender identities are muddled. Everything is still... mostly the same, otherwise. I do know mi tia’s, I suppose you could say, ‘counterpart’...

...he’s the same person as she is, I guess.

But here’s the thing: he’s absolutely not. I say ‘the same,’ but the things that happened in that world are so vastly different that has more to do than just some mixing and matching. He ended up with another woman, someone entirely different to my uncle, and...

Well, that’s where my crush comes from. That’s my dilemma.

I don’t know if this man technically counts as my uncle. I don’t know if this girl counts as my cousin. It’s something that I’ve been stressed over. Just like me, she came from nowhere. Unexpected. Unexplained. It only adds to my concern.

But my feelings haven’t ceased in spite of this. I really like her. But I don’t think I could ever tell her until this mess has been sorted.

I’ve been thinking that the best way to truly resolve this would be to ask my cousin, my actual cousin, what she thinks of it all. Are they siblings? Half-siblings? Are they cousins, maybe? Does this whole thing mean anything at all to her?

This isn’t something I want to bother anyone with. I’ll just stew on it I suppose...

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- Somebody Told Me starts playing -

Eli: //starts singing to the song

Kamon: WAIT A MOMENT THIS IS THE WHITE PEOPLE ANTHEM

Eli completely breaks down in laughter.

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“Uncle Milaaaaaas!”

Milas scooped the kid up in his arms, ruffling up his hair. “Hey, kiddo!” he said, voice filled with absolute joy. Seeing his ‘brother’s’ children brought a light to his life.

He thought his relationship was Kamon was all over. And this... this seemed to be as fresh of a start as he would ever get.

He looked to the boy’s doting parents. “This one’s my favorite, y’know.”

Kanade grinned to them both with pride.

--

“Hey, kid.”

The Grunt ignored the voice.

“Kid, look at me.”

He continued to ignore it. In his head, he pleaded, “Please don’t look at me. Please don’t look at me. Please don’t look at me, Uncle Milas.”

That was, until it clicked.

For Uncle Milas to be here, he would also have to be...

Kanade turned around. Sure enough, he was right.

There he was. In Executive uniform no less. That was him. Uncle Milas.

...no, this wasn’t the Uncle Milas he knew...

“What are you doing here?” Executive Proton implored.

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I stopped writing here because the blog stopped being in easy access.

And then of course, as I stopped writing in here, the daydreams came flooding back...!

And it’s always the same story, too! With minor adjustments, here and there, of course, but it’s always the same. And it’s getting frustrating because it’s on loop!

I should write it down. But the moment I get the urge to even come to this blog, it all dissipates. I’ll leave it, and then the daydreams will come back, but I really really wanted this to be the means to an end.

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It makes me incredibly sad knowing my MaDD comes from loneliness.

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“It’s been a long time since I’ve been down here...” she mumbled. The Deepsea Metro was as eerie as she had remembered though. Dark. Abandoned. Empty.

That Octoling had said that since the destruction of Commander Tartar all those years ago, the Sanitized Octarians had been still. Completely unopposed to anyone else. They weren’t receiving commands, so there was nothing for them to do. She had said that some were moving, for sure, but for the most part, they were unmoving. Frozen.

And the Inkling could tell that right away. She could see some Octarians, none of which seemed to acknowledge her existence. Usually, they did, usually, they’d shoot at an Inkling, especially since she was unfamiliar, but they didn’t. This didn’t stop her from clutching her Aerospray tightly, just in case.

She sighed. No, this wasn’t the time to forget why she’d come here.

The Octoling had told her of the experiments that had been conducted on her and her friend. She was a trained Octarian soldier, and she had been specifically chosen for this. What she didn’t know was what these experiments were. She told stories of how she sat there, side by side with her fellow soldier. Tubes had been embedded in their arms. Strange, soapy ink had been injected into theirs. It seemed to eat at them, turning their membranes into a strange green. It had affected her friend far more strongly than her. She could tell that something wasn’t right the moment she became ill.

Before these experiments, Octarians had been killed, their ink replaced with this soap. They would move, but only through orders from the Commander. No one knew who the Commander was, nor their intention. Naturally, Octarians became suspicious. Those that escaped with Octavio into the Octo Valley were safe, but not all could be so lucky.

That Octoling and her friend were some of the unlucky ones.

She tried to tell her friend that this ink wasn’t safe, that this ink was doing something strange to them, and that they should break free as soon as possible. Her friend just laughed it off. It was intended to make them better soldiers! Her sickness was just some odd side effect. “Perhaps you’re allergic?” the friend had suggested. But she knew that this wasn’t the case. She begged, pleaded her friend to come with her, to escape to the surface, to find somewhere safe to live, where this experimentation wouldn’t hurt them.

With or without her friend though, the Octoling was determined to escape. In that escape, she’d met him, another Octarian soldier. She was very clear in telling the Inkling that he was a former Octarian soldier, a dropout from his training days. She, him, and two other Octolings had made it to the surface before they were intercepted by Salet and his team.

It was clear their intentions weren’t bad, but Salet was reasonably suspicious. The Inkling made sure that they were taken into safety, where the Octoling had told her of this story. Weeks later, she mentioned not truly knowing what became of her friend.

And so, the Inkling swallowed her fear of the Underground and fell far below. She was going to find what had become of this potentially still alive Octoling... even if it was just to soothe her friend.

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“Koko told me once that ‘the couples get the children’...” Kamon looked to the woman in question, then to Hibiki. “...so... are you two...?”

“No.” Both Silver and Hibiki said at the same time.

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But there is one good one that I’ve been having lately, so I’ll quickly jot it down!

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All that comes into my head now are incorrect quotes. Which are. Very incorrect.

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Writing out my daydreams has actually stopped those daydreams from occurring. Which means writing them out has become more difficult.

However! That said, it means writing them out may actually be working! I can sort through whatever these daydreams are about, maybe find projects within these scraps that I have here... I dunno!

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Woomy woomy woomy woomy woomy woomy woomy woomy woomy woomy woomy woomy

VEEMO VEEMO

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This is a stupid one that I would either have to draw or play but I keep having this daydream where

Squid!Silver just spins his Dualies

y’know like how Dualies users do when a match starts. Just that. Every time I get up, I gotta imitate the Dualies spin.

It never goes further than that. He just. Spins the Dualies.

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“Hana’s dead.” “What?” “Hana’s dead.” “Silver.” “What?” “What do you mean, ‘Hana’s dead’?” “I mean, she’s not alive.” “Silver...” He sighs. He sits there in silence. Uncomfortable. “...yes.”

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Thinking it was simply Silver’s arm that prevented him from going into the water, Hibiki suggested he take it off. He didn’t know anything about taking it off himself. Obviously Silver had to have taken it off in all the years he’d owned it (especially since the man adored showering), but Hibiki never saw him without his arm.

It took a while for Hibiki’s pushing to actually have any effect on Silver, but if the former could get the latter to come to the beach wearing only board shorts, sandals and a sunhat, surely he could get him to enter the water without risking damage to the prosthesis. It may have taken far longer than the beach scenario, but eventually, Silver gave in, wrapping his metal arm in the beach towel, putting on sunscreen (excess, Hibiki thought), and hesitantly walking to where the sand met the shore.

As soon as the water hit his toes, Silver was struck immediately with regret.

“I don’t like this.” Saying it as bluntly as possible, he thought, was his best bet.

“You’ve barely touched the water,” Hibiki retorted. “Come out a bit further. Up to your knees, to start.”

Silver shook his head.

Hibiki rolled his eyes and waded up to him. Once he stood beside the redhead, he gestured to the boy swimming quite happily in the waves. “Do you see Crim out there? See how he’s having a good time? You should come out. Even if it’s just up to your waist, you should come out.”

The redhead tilted his head toward his stump to draw the midnight-haired boy’s attention to it. The latter just smiled. “You don’t have to get it wet. That’s why I said waist.” He waded back out to show what he meant. Being much taller than Silver, naturally, this was further out for him.

Silver swallowed his fear and followed. He was wary of the ocean’s waves, fearing that he would be knocked over at any moment. The water reached his knees before he started worrying again.

Seeing his father joining them in the water drew Crimson’s attention and the boy paddled over to meet him. “You’re swimming too, daddy?” he asked.

Silver blinked once, and then shook his head. “...just... just wading,” he mumbled, but he was unsure he was even doing that.

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It took a lot for Hibiki to convince Silver to even go to the beach wearing appropriate summer gear. The redhead was extremely self-conscious. But after some time of nagging, Silver sighed and gave in.

It didn’t stop him from being quite clearly embarrassed though. He kept a beach towel wrapped around himself. He stayed underneath a beach umbrella. He hid as much of his body as he could.

But he was at the beach, in appropriate summer gear, so he figured Hibiki couldn’t argue that he hadn’t done what was asked.

Hibiki and Crimson spent a lot of time in the water. Silver refused to. The Exchanger had of course let his Water Pokémon enjoy the ocean, but he himself didn’t want to. He’d told Hibiki it was because of his arm, and technically it wasn’t a lie. The way his arm was, there was no way it could handle the saline water without getting damaged. It couldn’t handle so much as showering without running that risk!

He never told Hibiki about his inability to swim. That would be too embarrassing. Hibiki would have likely took it upon himself to try and teach Silver how to if he ever confessed it. Besides that, the redhead expected comments on the fact that he was a Water-user primarily, and what sort of Water-user didn’t have any confidence in water?