#I"M OFF BREAKING PLAYING POKEMON AFTER POSTING THIS

[dagdasoneandonly]

Happy 10 years together Augustine~

Before we begin it is PARAMOUNT to state that I am not a "fangirl/simp/whatever y'all are calling it these days" of dear Augustine Sycamore.

He is my FO (Forever One/ husband in laymans terms) and I consider him to be a real person just like the words I'm typing on this keyboard.

Any comments that are irrelevant to this post will be deleted and the user blocked.

I take my relationship with him very seriously, if this is "odd" or "weird" to you then kindly walk on by.

10 years ago I was welcomed back into the world of Pokemon after a few years break due to personal things I had going on, and video games were the last thing on my mind.

But as they say fate and destiny always have other plans.

Pokemon XY was the last golden age of Pokemon, it was a different world, it felt like I was welcome there. I still maintain onto my hope and innocence because of this beautiful world known as Kalos, a world that greeted me with open arms and a warm hug that enveloped my soul like Xerneas's Fairy Aura.

It was the beginning of something entirely new for me... and I didn't even know it.

2013 wasn't a good year for me, so I was pretty happy when my dad surprised me with a 3Ds and asked me what game I wanted: I was an edgy little shit back then so I asked for Pokemon Y... even though I really wanted X. Deer were always beautiful to me.

I had broken off with an FO that I just felt I wasn't good enough for and became rather desolate, I was lost and alone. And I had to drop out of college for mental health reasons.

Sure enough, my solace came to me in the 2D world yet again.

One cozy October evening my copy of Pokemon Y came through, I was excited and fired the game up right away, back then you could play games right away without downloads or waiting for patches and mutliple DLCs! XY had one patch but it was just to fix that Lumioise City bug. Thankfully my copy was safe.

As you can see, my copy of Pokemon XY is infact a physical copy, I've taken very good care of it. (Ft. my cute Sylveon plushie, Fionn)

Not having anyone to trade with didn't matter, because the Wonder Trade function was a bloody miracle. I got so many Pokemon. I couldn't transfer my older Pokemon as I had no access to Bank or any of that stuff, my other games I had to leave at home.

It was time when Gamefreak actually thought about their fans who didn't have access to Gamestop, Toys R Us or couldn't afford constant trips to New York, Japan, Mars, Etc for one tiny ass pixel.

So I was sorely missing my old Pokemon, I wish I could bring them into this 3D world and pet them and shower them with affection like they deserved to be. But I realized I could make new memories with new friends in this new world, and who knows? Maybe we would reunite again.

Kalos took me on a journey, a journey of love, self discovery and gave me a home. I was whisked away to Fairy land and fairy types became my new favorite, I liked that they were strong against Dragon - types, the bane of my existence at how powerful they always were!

But.. the one who grabbed me by the hand was none other than Professor Augustine Sycamore. I had seen his image before on a leak, and couldn't help but think he was kind of handsome, a friend who had already played through Pokemon X told me:

"Hey you might like Professor Sycamore, he's this dreamboat that shows you the world and stuff and I KEEP SWOONING whenever he shows up on screen"

Sure enough when I opened up Pokemon X for the first time, I was greeted by his handsome face, I thought nothing of it of course since I was more interested in the Pokemon.

I was especially looking forward to Trainer customization and giving myself green eyes and brown hair. I will never forget the time I chose my Fennekin and started to pet him, my heart melted.

I could finally show my Pokemon love and affection, for all their hard work in battles and feed them cupcakes and play with them! I was also intrigued by this thing called "Mega Evolution".

As I continued throughout the game, I explored every nook and cranny, I felt like a kid again. I was truly lost to the world for HOURS after I got it. It was a beautiful game. The 3D over-world was amazing.

The "friends" you had were annoying but I like to pretend they don't exist. When I finally reached Lumoise City I already had a big party of Pokemon, and the event Torchic.

I loved how friendly the Pokemon in Kalos were, I caught many eevees and evolved one into a Sylveon, she became a massive Team Player. I even managed to find some familar faces along the way: A Raichu named Napalm, and an Espeon named Solar who remains as an MVP in my teams to this day.

I was having so much fun just running around, getting haircuts, dressing up, looking pretty for Professor Sycamore AND catching Pokemon, I would completely be lost in this beautiful new world, that felt so much like home to me and still is.

Professor Sycamore was the beginning of my healing. As I continued to learn about him, there was more to him than just the eye candy, he had a past. I loved it whenever he showed up to offer me an encouraging word or two in the game, saying how this was my journey to explore, that being the best trainer was defined by what I thought. He never imposed anything on me, I was starting to feel the flutters and shit in my heart and liver again.. And my god it felt good.

I desperately needed to feel something like this.. something like true, unconditional love.

Around this time I was heavily suffering from perfectionism, it was killing me on the inside, I was 19 when this game came out and already people had high expectations of me.

I was determined to graduate, get a job and have my own house- all before I reached 21. But life seldom goes your way, I was suffering from many un-diagnosed mental disorders that had been neglected my entire life.

I am ashamed to say I spent almost all of 2013 being obsessively deep in competitive and breeding the perfect Pokémon. Perfectionism had leaked into my past - time and hobbies, I realized that if I couldn't be perfect I could at least have this outlet in games, little did I know it was sucking the soul out of me.

I was often punished as a child for being less than perfect, I took it out on my poor Pokemon. Things like this don't magically go away, not everyone has a backbone, sometimes backbones take time to build.

It wasn't until yet again - I got help from a rather unexpected source: Professor Sycamore himself, another testament to have wonderful 2D beings are.

As I progressed through the game and reached the Tower of Mastery.

I was surprised to learn that Professor Sycamore was there to study Mega Evolution but left because he didn't have what it takes, essentially dropping out- kind of a parallel to my own life, except real life seldom has happy endings.

But it gave me hope, because even if Sycamore didn't master Mega Evolution he still became the professor of Kalos and if you look into professorship- it's.. actually not easy to get. If Sycamore could fail and succeed in the future, maybe I could too.

One night..

I had a dream of Sycamore. He held me close and said that he could tell something was bothering me, I was hurting deep down. We in the fairy forest together, just relaxing in a field of flowers as the Flabebe floated around us in the gentle spring breeze..I told him everything, I spilled my heart and soul to him.

I told him that life wasn't worth it to live.

He was heart-wrenched that I felt like that, he embraced me tightly in his arms and told me

"Your life is your own, no one gets to decide it's worth except you. Even if you're behind, you don't have to go at everyone else's pace, if life was easy then no one would feel sadness. I love you no matter what or who you choose to be, always remember that," Those words I still carry in my heart.

The biggest surprise I got had to be in Couriway Town. I found Professor Sycamore's "treasure" from the past Sycamore to the future Sycamore. I actually began to cry, it felt like it was addressing me, that even if I don't know what I want to be yet, I'm not a failure. I still have time.

In another dream I confessed that I loved him, he embraced and kissed me fully on the mouth. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

Diverging from the narrative a bit, I want to talk about Lysandre, I felt his anger sometimes, the frustration of helping your friends and them not wanting to do any better no matter how much time you invested in them. Of course Lysandre ,uh took a different path. But Sycamore still cared about him.

And I realized.. even if I'm a horrible person apparently according to some people over shit I can't control, Sycamore can still love me too.

Professor Sycamore is a relic of a bygone era when 2D beings set out to inspire others, and to most importantly - love you and you alone.

Augustine gave me not just love-- but a home to come back to, a safe haven that will always be mine, no matter what. I will always love him, when I look into his beautiful gray - blue eyes, I see love.

He gave me hope that life can get better, and most importantly I deserve happiness, not just other people.

And.. today I'm marrying this wonderful man after 10 years. He met me when I was freshly 18 and saw me grow into who I am today, and he's proud of me. I'm happy I lived to see 10 more years.

Thank you for everything, Augustine. Thank you for teaching me to love again.

[yanban-san]

Here's an AU Idea for you all that I dumped into R0's discord a little earlier while I write more demon posts Characters have had massive personality shifts because it's my AU and I get to play with my blorbos

Tags: Very much unwanted arranged marriage, bodice...ripper??, dumb medieval marriage beliefs and problems, Religious and political corruption/intrigue, medieval-fantasy setting. Weird blend of Unovan characters and also Hisuian characters. CW: Unpleasant Non-con/descriptions of unwanted physical contact, Kamado is an absolute bastard, AFAB Reader for this one, And lots of corruption in institutions of power, and mentions/threats of abuse; Vague Religious Assholery as well. If I write a fic for this, it will prob be gen neutral but I made the reader a Lady for this one- However, In this AU it doesn't matter if you're a noble daughter or a noble son or a noble's child, if you've been betrothed by the Church™ then woe be unto you unless you actually like your spouse.

A medeival-esque time period in the pokemon world- In a far off, fairy tale region...

Reader/Darling is a daughter of a noble household, who, for terrible reasons beyond her control, has become the betrothed of the celebrated general Kamado, a distinguished commander in the King's Army.

Kamado may be nice among company, but alone or among his lower ranking men, he's an absolutely horrible, terrible, vile old man- Far older than you, with a penchant for his mistresses and a hundred more vices that would take too long to list- He's quick to anger and slow to calm, taking his frustrations out on those weaker than him.

And of course, you don't want to marry this man. Aside from being much older than you, you've learned of his cruel nature from the very first day you met him- The strangely crude way he spoke to you, the way he tried to isolate you- Separate you from your family and talk to you alone- The way he grabbed your wrist when you refused to look him in the eye- You never wanted to speak to such a horrid man, ever again! And yet- Here you are.

The reasons darling has become betrothed to this general is several-fold. It suits many a powerful person very well- Except for you, of course!

The King offered a reward to Kamado for his exemplary services in battle for the kingdom. He's looked at you many times, but you're not just some common woman he can take for a mistress or a night- No, he'll have to buy you. And so he asks the King to give him you as his prize.

Your (probably not very nice) parents want the prestige of Commander Kamado's name- as well as a claim for their future generations on his title and lands and wealth.

And not only that, but the Church™ has agreed most happily to the marriage- The Sages of the Church™, after all, are very loyal to the King and- Well, he's ordered them to condone it, despite the significant age difference and your own protests. Now, Kamado is aware as well that you don't wish to wed him- He watched you rise in anger when the King and your father declared your betrothal. And he knows for a fact it's been a... problem, before- with young brides and grooms who do not wish to be wed "against their will" or whatever it was that- They'd often take the alliance of pokemon and abscond into the night with some vagabond, or on the wings of their beastly companions-

So instead, Kamado asks the Church™ to ensure that, for the Year and a Day you must wait to be married, that one, you stay "pure" before your marriage to him- And two, that you don't abscond into the night with the Gardener's son or your maid or something like that, and vanish.

And so, the Church™ has a wonderful solution! Enter the two finest paladins in all the land, armed with their beautiful, deadly swords at their sides, to guard you night and day: Sir Ingo and Sir Emmet!

As paladins, they've taken oaths of chastity- And having been raised by the church since they were children, the Sages have no fear that they would break their vows- Or even have interest in a mere little noble like yourself.

And at first, the twin paladins are more than okay to fulfill their holy duties- You're obviously just afraid of marriage, that is alright! Yes, Kamado is... older than you, but- Surely, he'll make a fine husband for you. Won't he?

The paladins try to comfort you, but every night- As they stand guard outside your door, they can hear you sob. More and more frequently as the days pass by, and your marriage to Kamado grows closer and closer.

And they watch, feeling an ever creeping sensation of disgust every time they must follow out of sight when you are with Kamado- Who pulls at your face and demands a kiss from you, and dares to raise his hand against you if you pull away too much- Both the twins can't believe what they're seeing. Kamado, after all, is a celebrated hero of the land! He shouldn't act this way towards the one he has chosen as his future bride! Ingo shudders to think what Kamado would do if they did not accidentally make themselves known- Or use their own pokemon to interrupt the old bastard grabbing you.

They silently hope that maybe- Maybe it's just something they don't understand, not being permitted to court any young ladies themselves, given that they're Paladins- Until they have to interact with the old man alone on several occasions- Or worse, they see his mistresses, his drinking, the cruel way he treats his servants and underlings around his castle- And the way he refers to you, no better than a piece of meat, when he thinks he's in company of those with a similar mindset-

They can't stand for this! They must help you. Kamado is not worthy of being your husband! Not in a million years would he ever deserve such a kind, beautiful, wonderful, lovely Lady...

But still, they speak with your parents- Who are aware of your objections, are aware of Kamado's nature- But what does it matter? Marry him, and the wedding gift he'll make to them will be more than enough to keep your family's estate running for several years. Besides, why should they turn down Kamado now? It's not like there's any other suitors lining up to take your hand.

Realizing the futility of the conversation they turn to their beloved Church™- The bastion of righteousness, morality, and courage they've drawn from their whole lives-

And the Church threatens to relieve them of their duties if they allow anymore of their personal feelings to get in the way. If they cannot guard you without getting in the way of your betrothal, then the Sages will just lock you up in the Inner Sanctum of the Church until the day of your wedding- At which point you'll be so happy to see the Sun again you'll be more than willing to listen to anything Kamado says, if he threatens you with confinement again.

Ingo and Emmet's hearts break as they watch you become more and more reclusive- You seclude yourself in your family's library, quietly reading some old fairy tales- Books of innocent youths held captive by evil wizards and salamences, saved by daring heroes on the back of Rapidash and Mudsdales, armed with blessings from legendary pokemon-

Could they not become the heroes you so quietly, desperately yearn for...? Though the twins realize you don't like, or necessarily trust them- Because, they know now, they aren't guarding you.

They're keeping you imprisoned.

So they will do their best, over the remainder of the Year and a Day, to befriend you- To defy their own teachings and their orders- To love you, to win your heart- And free you from your confines.

Other notes:

Ingo and Emmet both have Aegislash- Their noble, royal swords. However, these Aegislash are different than run-of-the-mill ones. Aegislash looks different depending on the blade it's possessed- And Emmet's Aegislash is a beautiful, white-silver blade with a gorgeous, white silver shield- inlaid with sapphires and a beautiful white stone set in the hilt, and it's "arms" are made of a strange white silk.

Ingo's Aegislash is black-iron, and hooked- The shield it bears is heavier than most, and the fabric making up it's arms is thicker, but very plush. It is inlaid with rubies and the hilt has a strange, black stone upon it...

Long ago, Ingo and Emmet were two soldier boys, recruited into the army primarily as a means to keep themselves fed- Where they came from exactly, they couldn't even tell you if they could remember! Just that, when they were free, they would explore some of the forgotten reaches of the King's Castle... And one day found an old, sealed room-

Inside were two blades, long slumbering- Long held captive by a line of Kings they'd deemed Unworthy- Only to awaken to two brave young youths- Who held the spirits they longed to serve. Armed with the King's Blades, No one in living memory knows the true meaning of these two ancient swords- Except the current King. His own daughters had failed to wake up the swords- And his failure of a son- The freak who had a heart only for books and pokemon- Hadn't even been permitted to try.

None of them had been able to awaken the blades that only served those worthy of being Kings. King Ghetsis was furious- His beloved beautiful daughters- Praised as Incarnations of the Goddesses by the Sages of the Church™- Had failed to awaken the ancient Swords, as did so many of his ancestors prior- But these two strange twins, bumpkins from some old mining town, had?

Ingo and Emmet also don't know the meaning of the blades they carry, but they certainly make the two a force to be reckoned with.

Also Headcanon about Aegislash- When it's being wielded by an actual human being, they have a different form they take on, as opposed to their sword or shield form- Their Wielded Forme. Sword in one hand, Shield in another- Their ribbons become armored guards for their holder, or they'll take their sword or their shield and wield it for their master, expertly protecting them from even a hoard of assailants.

Ghetsis's Children are Anthea and Concordia- Absolutely terrible people who bear no resemblance to BW Anthea and Concordia who think they deserve the throne because they want it. And N is here as well; He's a bookworm, and a lover of pokemon and truly wants what's best for his Kingdom, but Ghetsis despises him for his pure and truly righteous heart. If he'd been given the opportunity, the legendary blades would've most likely responded to him, as well- Or at least, one of them would...

As Paladins, both Ingo and Emmet are exceptionally "morally upright" and both very courteous- Selfless, courageous, and slightly naive as to more sinister happenings in the world. Ghetsis realized they'd been recognized as "King Material" by the Royal Blades and handed them over to the Church™, controlled by his Sages, to make the twins into loyal puppets for his own purposes.

Other other notes:

Emmet is actually the better swordsmen than Ingo is; That is not to say he is violent, or uses his sword more frequently- He's just very competitive. His left-handedness can make him a surprising opponent for some people, which can give him an edge in fighting. Rarely. He quite adores taking care of baby pokemon, as well as training younger paladins- He's a popular sparring partner.

Ingo is the more diplomatic of the brothers- And an expert in shield fighting. He will have his enemies either knocked flat or already bashed in their heads with the heavy iron shield of this dear Aegislash- Though the hooked, curved blade is certainly nothing to scoff at- It's considerably heavier than Emmet's white-silver blade, and thus is more unwieldy- But the power behind each strike dents and cracks plate armor, even without Aegislash providing any spectral power to it's blows. A clean hit to an enemy is almost always lethal- And Ingo would rather not kill his opponents most of the time. He likes plants- And especially flowers, despite his seemingly dark demeanor.

[pharaoh-writes]

Blood so Sweet

Damien awoke up the next day after party feeling weird. He doesn’t remember if he drank, but last night he could not recall. Strangely enough there is a bite mark on his neck and he still has his clothes on.

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Chapter One of the Vampire au. The next chapter will have Darki. 

I thank foxtamer113 for all the wonderful ideas. I probably wouldn’t have written this without you~ Sorry for my writing though, haven’t really wrote in years...but i tried *jazz hands*

warnings: blood, duh.

Chapter Two: Blood so Bitter

@foxtamer113

“How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.” ― Bram Stoker, Dracula

Everything hurt; His head, his neck, his whole body. The rays from the morning sunlight beaming from the window sting Damien’s eyes as he opened them.  He found himself laying on his stomach and still in his black suit from last night. It must have been one heck of night, Damien thought to himself, but yet I don’t remember drinking. Thinking about it, he didn’t drink at all last night. He is the mayor of this town, he has an image to uphold he couldn’t be drinking at all. Sitting up slowly, his mind scrambled to recall last night until the pain in his head pound harder.

Damien moved out of bed and went to the bathroom. Entering, he stood in front of the mirror cabinet baffled. He couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, but shrugged thinking it a side effect from the hang over. The mayor opened the cabinet, grabbing the bottle of aspirin. He took a couple of pills before wincing at the pain near his throat. Damien's hand touched his neck feeling what seemed to be a bite mark on his base of his neck. How did that get there? Did someone bit him? Why would someone bite him? This morning kept adding questions.

Damien moved back to his room, he had to change out of his crumpled clothes. While changing to a fresh clean suit he couldn't help but touch the bite mark on his neck again. Questions flow through his head, wishing he knew who bit him in the first place. Damien would have to solve the mystery later as he had to hide it now from work. The collar of the white dress shirt with the bow tied around it would help. No one will know.

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 "Mr. Mayor?" Damien's eyes snap open upon hearing the secretary call him from his doze. Last night must have taking a long toll on him.  He lifted his head up, "yes Miss Katherine?"

 "It's lunchtime, the chef brought your food up," She announced. Damien nodded, "Bring it in," 

 Katherine brought in a tray of a sandwich and drink. She set the tray on the mayor's desk, then she left him alone again. Damien picked up the sandwich, taking a bite as he when back to doing paperwork. The sandwich tasted a bit bland, didn't fill him up like it usually did. Chef must be having a off day with her cooking. Later on, Katherine returned to clean up the dishes on the desk. She picked up the tray, but accidentally drops the glass cup, shattering on the floor. Damien glances up from the papers and offered to help. Katherine tells him to don't get up as she starts picking up the glass.  She finches as the glass cuts her finger. Damien freezes, the smell of blood tickles his nose from where he sat. He glanced to where the scent came from an aroma so sweet, so... delicious. The secretary quickly moved out of the room apologizing as she went to retrieve a band-aid. The intoxicating smell left with. The mayor took his head, getting out of the weird trance he was in. Strangely, he felt more hungry after that. 

 Things kept getting weird after that. Damien still couldn't see his refection in the mirror. He thought it was a trick of the eyes but it wasn't. When he needed a breathe of fresh air, he would go outside. Damien loved the outdoors, free and less stuffy than a crowded city building. He loved the sun, the way it warmed his skin but it made him feel ill. He couldn't be outside long as he used to be. There was more but the main thing that scared Damien more was his hunger. Food tasted a bit off but it never filled him or give him strength. Yet the smell of blood entranced him, it smelled so scrumptious . Whatever wrong with him, it frighten him. He picked up books to read, most symptoms where from fictional stories about vampires. Damien dropped a book, panicked thinking of needed one more piece of proof.

 Late night, Damien went the hospital telling the staff he wanted to visit. The nurses thought it was weird but ended up not caring. The mayor wandered around visiting a few rooms until no one pay attention to him. Too many people were asleep so he sneaked off unnoticed. He found the refrigerator where the hospital kept the blood packages. Keeping the room lights off so no one would know he was there, only a flash light lit where he wanted to see. Damien took a bag, trembling as he held it. Slowly and carefully, he opened the packet. The smell made him drool, like kid seeing candy. He couldn't take it anymore as he placed his lips at the edge of the bag and greedy drank all the blood in it. He felt his strength return after these days of feeling weak. Damien licked the bag a bit before realizing what he had done. He dropped the packet, his trembling gotten worse. This was not true, this was impossible. He couldn't be, vampires were fictional. Yet all the signs are there, he was a vampire now. What will the people of the city will think about this? What would Mark, the Colonel and the D.A will think?   No, the people could not find this out, his own friends too. He is the mayor and his citizens wouldn’t want a vampire as a mayor. If news got out, his life would end.

 Blood had gotten on his white shirt, noticeable to anyone now. Damien had to get out of here. He cleaned up his mess on the floor to leave no evidence. Grabbing a few packages of blood in a bag left in the room, he crawled out the window, heading home. 

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 Months past and being a newborn vampire wasn't easy, control was the main issue. The scent of blood drove him crazy because deep inside he wanted to ponce on the person bleeding. When he hasn't ate in a long time, the smell of people would get to him. Damien would bite his lip, trying to ignore the smell of delicious human. Oh how he would love to bite into their skins...No, no, he shouldn't be thinking this. He didn't want to hurt anyone, it’s wrong. Damien already felt bad sneaking into hospitals, stealing blood from people who need it more. He needed it to survive and to give energy for his body and mind to continue his duties as mayor. At times, he would not eat for a couple weeks, which were tough for Damien would be super weak but he had to be careful not to steal tons of blood and give suspicion to the city. Still, he had to do what he has to do. 

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 Another party had arrived, Damien had to ready. He made sure of eating a little blood before so his vampire instincts wouldn't take over. Wishing he didn't go but as mayor he had to. He kept control while chatting with almost everyone. After a while, Damien found a moment to escape. The mayor went to balcony, staring out at the beautiful night sky. Dark outside was peaceful and quiet from the din of the party. 

 "Mr. Mayor, tired already? Bully, I thought you never take a break," a voice he hadn't heard in so long spoke behind him. Damien turned hastily and grinned, "Colonel!" 

The mustache man walked over, embracing the mayor. Damien happily hugged back, taking the very sweet scent of the Colonel in. He never noticed what his friend smelled like until now but Damien loved it. The man's scent was better than any other human he smelled before, reminded him of bubblegum. The mayor snapped back into reality, pushing the Colonel a way bit fearing for his friend. He tried to force a smile as he shook, "I-It's good to see you. It's been a long time." William chuckled, goofy grin on his face, "It has. I had to come to town and see my good friend after all this time."

The mayor smiled sadly, the colonel happen to notice this. Something seemed a bit off, his friend’s eyes told a painful, sad story while he was gone. He didn't bother to ask since it's he rather talk good times. They chatted to catch up, forgetting the party inside. Stories they told were never the whole truth, but lies were better than the truth for now.  Damien decided he had to go back inside, the mayor can't be missing for long. William went back inside as well. After a while, there was yelling coming from one of the guest and the Colonel. Ended up with fist being drawn. Damien ran over, ordering to two to break it up. Too late, the man punched William in the nose, knocking him back. Security had got to the scene and grabbed the man who threw the punch while the mayor helped his friend out. He could smell the blood, so fresh bleeding out of his friend’s nose. He froze feeling hunger was kicking in. The Colonel noticed his face again, Damien really seemed to be off. The mayor pulled away quickly and gotten the heck out of there. William got up, wiping the blood off his nose and followed. "Damien, what's wrong? You usually get upset with me when I get into fights but defend me too. What I just saw on your face...it was fear. That's the second time I saw fear from you tonight." 

 Damien looked down at the floor, not wanting to look at Will. He mumbled, "It's nothing." The Colonel growled, "Bullshit! Something is bothering you and..."

 Damien stopped and faced him, raising his voice, "I said it nothing!"

Just as they stopped, something caught William's eyes, a mirror. He stared at the mirror behind the mayor. There was no reflection of Damien, just the Colonel himself. He pulled back, shocked. This must be a trick, a joke, why is his friend's reflection not showing? Damien didn't realize a mirror was behind him until he saw Will frighten stare. He moved immediately from the mirror and ran down to a far room a way from everyone. William chased him, "Damien, don't you run!"

 He grabbed the door before the mayor tried to shut and lock it, slamming wide open. Damien backed off , "Go away, please. I don't want to talk about it."

 The Colonel shut the door, "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me. Especially what I just saw now. You have no reflection in the mirror! Are you playing tricks?"

 "N-No, i'm not. I will never..." The mayor hands gripped his cane.

 "Then what Damien? What wrong with you?"

 "I'M A VAMPIRE, OKAY!" there was a moment of silence between them. William decided to speak,  "A vampire, is that a joke?"

 "No, it not," Damien sat down on the bed, elbows on his legs and hands in his hair. "It started months ago, at a party. A vampire bit me. I don’t remember who but I woke up the next day bite on the base of my neck. I didn't know at first but all the signs were there. I became weak because I didn't drink blood. Sun light makes me dizzy if i'm outside in it for too long. Mirrors never show me. I'm a monster, Colonel and I can't let anyone know!" He sobbed, his whole body shaking.

William keeled down in front of his friend. He reached out, touching Damien's shoulder. He didn't know what to believe if vampires exists, but these emotions from his friend was real. "Damien, I'm sorry. I really care about you. I promise I will not tell a single soul about you being a vampire."

The mayor removed his hands from his face to look at the colonel, his face wet with tears. William pulled him into a hug. Damien clung to him in response, trembling. Will rubbed his back, calming his friend down. His fragrance, bubblegum sweet, relaxed the vampire as he buried his face in Will's neck. He really does love his scent. Minutes past, Damien pulled himself away from his friend. "T-thank you." 

 The Colonel smiled softy, "Your welcome." He stood back up, while Damien squirmed a bit in on the bed. He gotten a bit curious now he knows his friend is a vampire. "Do you still have a bite mark on your neck?"

 Damien nodded. He removed his bow off then a few buttons his shirt, enough to pull show the scar on the base of his neck. Will's hand touched the scar, it must have been deep to remain. Damien's face was a little flustered. William pulled away, "you really need to feed on blood now? did the smell make you hungry?"

 Damien gotten more uncomfortable, he did feel a bit peckish now. "Only a little. I-I don't eat much since I don't want to harm anyone. I have to sneak in and steal blood packets from hospitals."

 William frowned, "Damien, you need to eat. I know you care too much about every living thing but you shouldn't be starving yourself. People need a strong mayor. Let me help you, you don't have to do this alone." He rolled up his sleeve on his right arm, presented his wrist to the vampire. Damien stared in shock, "W-Will..." 

"Don't say another word, please eat what you need. I'll be fine." William gave him a reassuring smile. Damien hesitated but he moved over, grabbing Will's arm. Will was intrigued seeing the fangs extend before they pierce his skin. Blood spilled out of his wrist and into Damien's mouth. To the mayor, the blood tasted better than what he drank from the packets. It was sweeter and flavorful. After a few minutes, the Colonel started to feel a bit dizzy. Damien noticed and stopped, mouth pulling a way from Wil's wrist. 

"Colonel!" William fell on the floor. The vampire keeled beside him and checked his pulse. Colonel giggled a bit like he was drunk, "i'm fine, Dames. Nothing a man like me can handle." Damien sighed, helping the man up onto the bed. He laid his friend on the bed then sat down next to him. He smiled, brushing Will's hair from his face. "Thank you, Colonel."

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: mutuals 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: miyoshi kazunari/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 1.9k words, 2 images

𝐚𝐧: me? back w/ fluff? it’s expected at this point! his speech is hard for me to replicate, but I rly do love Kazunari so I hope I did this scenario justice! I, uh, got too excited at the prospect of “insta mutuals” oops~ hope you don’t mind the additional media TT

The Insta notification that popped up on the top of your screen distracted you from the game you were playing. Normally you’d flick the notif away, but as soon as you realised what it was about, you rushed to finish the rest of the stage.

You and Kazunari have been Insta Mutuals for nearly a year now, ever since he hit you with a follow and you proceeded to stalk his readily-available socials. 

The two of you had been liking and commenting on each others’ posts for weeks on end, starting off with you praising his most recent graphic design work to him sending a paragraph of heart emojis on the most recent fan art you drew.

Somewhere in between following each others’ spam accounts to tagging each other on Insta story games, he finally slid into your DMs and the rest was history. Sort of.

You knew what people said about online dating, or even just long distance relationships in general, but try as you might it was hard not to fall for Kazunari.

The more you talked to him, the less he stayed as your “funny artist mutual” and soon enough he progressed into the “still funny but also really sweet and cute artist online friend, 10/10 would date if asked” category.

You didn’t bother stifling your laugh as you looked at the message he sent you, immediately liking his selfie before saving it on your phone.

Okay, no. He can’t just hit you with an “I do wanna meet u already” and then take it back but not fully commit to it!

You waited for him to respond through text, but instead got hit by your ringtone blaring loudly at such an ungodly hour. At the sight of your contact nickname for him, you eagerly answered his call. You rushed to get the first word in, him doing the same unbeknownst to you.

“Kazu-“

“Babe, I-“

The both of you paused, his eventual laughter easing up your tension as you let out a giggle of your own. You mentally told yourself not to be so nervous— Kazunari and you would have this conversation eventually anyway; besides, it wasn’t as if you didn’t want to see him in person. It was quite the opposite, actually. You just figured that conversations like this needed to happen in call, at least.

“Shoot, should probs shut up so Mukkun doesn’t wake up,” Kazunari commented, his voice volume already lowered, “do you wanna go first?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you replied with resolve. You gathered up your thoughts, formulating the next set of sentences that would leave your mouth, before ultimately deciding on one question. “I just need to know first… how serious were you about meeting up irl?”

“I mean, that wasn’t what I meant when I sent the message? But like, it’s still valid, you know?” he paused, but when you didn’t say anything he decided to continue, “it’s not the first time I’ve thought about meeting you. I think about it a lot, actually.”

It was a bit of a shame the two of you chose to voice call instead of video call. You would’ve loved to see your boyfriend’s face just about now, though you supposed it wouldn’t be a good idea to have a heart attack a quarter to 4 in the morning.

Plus, you weren’t sure you could handle him teasing and throwing compliments at you due to your clearly visible elation, if the upwards stretch of your lips was anything to go by.

“Babe? You still there? Did you pass out, or…” In reality it had only been a few seconds, but still you didn’t want to leave him hanging. Not when the two of you were talking about something that meant taking the next step in your relationship.

“I’m still here, Kazu,” you reassured him. Your voice shook slightly, a sliver of your excitement slipping through the cracks. “I’m the same. Like, no lie I was shocked we brought it up like this, but, um… I’m ready, and if you’re ready, too, I want to meet up with you.”

“Wait, wait, wait— hol’ up! So we’re finally going—“ he laughed for the second time tonight, a fuzzy-wuzzy warmth escaping as its sound equivalent. “Wahh! Of course I’m ready! Can’t wait to finally see what a cutie you are irl♪ Hngg, how am I supposed to sleep now? I’m too hyped up!”

You rolled your eyes, despite understanding exactly how he felt. His infectious cheerfulness amplified the blossoming commotion occurring inside your brain. Despite not making any official plans yet, the prospect of finally meeting up had you frenzied.

Still, one of you had to be at least slightly responsible. While you wouldn’t claim to know his daily schedule, if Veludo Arts was anything like your university, he should be as swamped with workload as you were. Actually, maybe that was the reason he was up so late? That’s how it was for you, anyway excluding the fact that you took a break to stamina clear.

“It’s nearly 4 am… do you wanna continue planning this tomorrow? Err, rather, in a couple hours? After our lectures end, maybe?” You asked, though by the tiny whine Kazunari let out you had a feeling he wasn’t going to agree so quickly.

“Ehh? Why don’t we do it now? I have so many ideas about where we could go, and what we could do… oh! I could introduce you to everyone in Mankai! I’m sure they’d love-“

“I’d love to meet them too,” you cut him off, tone as firm as you could manage at this time, “and I want to hear your ideas, really, but I just know if I let you keep talking the sun will rise before we’ve even decided on a date.”

You chuckled as Kazunari let out a sound of protest, though you had a feeling he knew you weren’t wrong about your assessment. “Zuzu~ Let’s go to sleep now, okay?”

His phone microphone picked up on an audible gasp. “Ehh, how come you rarely call me Zuzu? It’s cute when you say it!”

“Because it sounds like a nickname you’d give to a Pokemon!”

“Uwu, maybe I’ll get Itarun to lend me a copy? Then I’ll catch the cutest Pokemon and name it after you~” you nearly groaned at how fluffy he was being. Seriously, he was distracting you from your agenda of going to sleep!

“Kazu! Stop flirting with me at 4 am or we might not fall asleep!”

Though you couldn’t see him, you were 200% sure he had a wide grin plastered on his face right now. “Me? Using tactics to get you to keep talking with me? Never,” he claimed, professing his false innocence.

“Well, I’m not falling for it! I may not be able to physically tuck you in bed right now, but I can in spirit!”

“Oh!? Then can you give me a goodnight kiss in spirit, too?”

At this point, you were sure that even with just a poke on the cheek you’d be able to feel the heat beginning to envelop your face.

As Kazunari finished laughing, you let the quiet lull of the night seep in the conversation for a few moments before gently breaking it.

“I’d rather give you a kiss irl, though.”

And just like that, you claimed victory over the game he started. With how Kazunari sputtered, a part of you worried that he’d disturb his roommate’s slumber. Still, an even bigger part of you was smug to have him speechless for that much of a duration.

“Babeeeee,” he drawled, “you’re so, so, so unfair… I, like, really want to hold you tight right now…” he murmured, the rustle of his bedsheets discernible through the call. You found yourself nestling onto your bed, too, snuggling up to a soft pillow.

“Soon,” you suddenly yawned, your tiredness seeming to have settled in the comfier you got on the bed. “We’ll have a lot of time to plan tomorrow and the days after, yeah?”

Kazunari let out a hum in agreement, a comfortable silence following suit.

“Kazu?” You muttered quietly, careful not to disturb your peaceful atmosphere.

“Yeah?”

“I love you. Good night,” you said, heart aflutter as you heard his response.

“I love you, too, cutie~ sweet dreams♪” he said in an unbelievably soft tone, before ending the call.

After quickly connecting your phone to a charger, you fell back atop your bed and hugged your pillow tight, already anticipating the day you’d be able to hold Kazunari in your arms, and you in his.

…

Morning come, you hastily prepared for class as you always did. You fell into your usual routine— as soon as you were out of the bathroom, you selected an outfit and went over the things you needed to bring to uni today.

You stopped for a minute; taking a quick selfie to post on your story and emphasise your exhaustion to your close friends, before making yourself some breakfast. Within less than 5 minutes, your phone pinged— a recorded message from one of your favourite people this early in the morning.

"Mornin' piko☆ You're looking cute as always today♪”

There was no way you would admit to how many times you replayed it to Kazunari, but even so it was a good way to keep you positive for the rest of the day.

You don’t remember Veludo Way being this rowdy, though it was hard to trust your memory when it’s probably been years since you’ve last visited. Somehow, it was not tough to imagine Kazunari walking around and performing here— the liveliness of the streets difficult to not associate with one of the liveliest people you knew.

While the original plan was to meet up at a cute and trendy cafe you saw all over people’s SNS, the two of you agreed to meet up somewhere less crowded and more meaningful to him— the theatre which he’d performed at multiple times in the past.

As you saw the building from a distance, you wondered when you’d be able to see him on stage, too.

A shout of your name pulled you out of your thoughts, and you couldn’t help yourself from running over to meet up faster with the figure that was jumping and waving around in your direction.

Had you any sense left, you probably would have told him that you didn’t want him embarrassing himself in public, but in reality it was quite apparent that you were just as excited to finally see him in person.

“Kazunari!” you can’t help the little shriek you let out as you finally embrace him, only joyous laughter and each others’ names escaping the both of your lips. When you finally got a good look at Kazunari, you nearly wanted to bury yourself into his shirt again.

Everything still seemed so unbelievable. That this was real. That it was finally happening. It almost felt like the dreams you’ve had of this moment many times before.

“How are you so beautiful in person, too?! It’s totes like I’m falling in love with you again♪” Kazunari exclaimed, squeezing you one more time before finally settling on holding hands with you. “Ahh! I super, duper love you!”

Except it wasn’t. There was nothing imaginary about his warmth, and the way his words made you feel, and the beaming sunshine of a smile he aimed at you.

“I love you, too!”

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[lillegalloli94]

Writing Projects Updates

I said I would try to keep this place updated about my writing and I’m sticking to it.

Fanfics:

First off, the Catradora Paint Me Your Color series is going to get two additional installments. They weren’t originally planned but you can thank Nonny and Rambler on AO3 for their conception. I swear, this thing has taken on a life of its own...

For anyone wondering if there will be more to the Catradora Dirty Dancing Universe series: yes. My brain is just playing the “Ooh, Shiny” game right now so I’m a bit all over the place but I still have some ideas I want to touch on there.

And this one is going out of my tiniest crowd of readers, my pokemon mystery dungeon fanfic Holding On is still going to see some updates. Reading and seeing long-running Catradora fanfics like The Devil Is In (The Details) and For My Sake are great motivators to see it to the end.

Original Writing:

I have been trying to focus more on my original work, still having a far off dream of publishing and selling my writing. The goal has been keeping me sane and making me feel like there’s something worth working towards in life. They’re a little all over the place so I’ll just touch on the big ones.

The novel that I hope to self publish has a ton of pages that needs to be transferred from my notebooks to my computer, which is an extremely daunting task by itself since A: my handwriting is tiny and B: my eyesight is awful. But I’m determined to see it through. The pages need to be transferred and then the POV has to be changed from 1st person to 3rd person. When I first started, I was all for the 1st person point-of-view, but after writing so much 3rd person, it’s becoming a preferred style and it’s too difficult to push on with the 1st person. So that’s happening.

This one I am definitely going to hell for and I call it The Unholy Anthology: a book of smut and shame where some of my most questionable ideas are going to go down. I think I might wanna just post that one online because I don’t think I’m ready for the world to purchase my twisted my head can be. I dunno, I’ll finish it first and then see where I want it after.

With all that said, here’s a list of my current works that are still in progress in order of being mentioned.

Paint Me Your Color (fanfic, catradora): A painter/skateboarder AU where Adora is an artist who’s become obsessed with drawing and painting Catra. The two have a shaky start but has evolved into an artist and model relationship where Catra has grown to love the idea of Adora painting her as something beautiful. Take Catra’s praise-kink and turn it into something visual.

Dirty Dancing Universe (fanfic, catradora): Both Adora and Catra both grew up in the same foster home, going to the same dance school and explored the different shapes of dancing together. But when Adora gets a full-ride scholarship to attend Bright Moon’s dance academy, they two are separated. Three years later, the two are reunited and reconnected through their passion for dancing. The subsequent oneshots after the main story explores events from their past and their future. 

Project: GAIA (original, sci-fi lesbian romance): Centuries after the Earth’s decay, humanity has taken to the stars to escape total extinction. The Scientists for the Longevity of Humanity (SFTLOH) are tasked with finding a solution that will take them from drifting through the cosmos to a new planet to call home. Their main project is the GAIA project, a creature that can shape a planet’s structure and atmosphere to fit humanity’s needs (basically making a second Earth). One of the last remaining scientist on one of the vessel’s tasked for focus on Project: GAIA succeeds but finds herself too attached to give her up. Now many years later after that final scientist’s passing, a scavenger ship finds the product of Project: GAIA, a feminine plant-based creature naive to the universe outside her home, and the captain decides to take her with them.

The Unholy Anthology (original, shameless smut lesbian romance): There are several stories to this so I’m going to just list those out. - Break the Mold: An omegaverse romance taking place in a female-only village between two ex-childhood friends that drifted apart due to the village’s misconception and held belief that omegas can drive the most honorable and moral person mad. Warning: contains omega on alpha rape and goes by the futanari interpretation of omegaverse female anatomy. - F*ck Me Up: An underground informant that gets off on the act of having her favorite client dominating her into submission. Warning: contains bartering information for “favors” and S&M - The Last Ride Home: On the last train ride home, a girl has a run-in with a molester that brings to life her wildest fantasies. Warning: contains public sex and exhibitionism - Livin’ Like a Rock Star: After her band’s performance, a bassist seeks out her girlfriend for some much-needed relief after their gig. - Birthday Licks: As a late-night birthday present, a domineering girlfriend decides to give up her usual role for the night and lets her lover dominate her instead. Warning: contains BDSM

[shakespearean-tc]

Last day of school post?

Originally posted July 3rd, 2019 Ok so i guess it wasnt my official last dayof school but it was like a month ago and i decided to,,, talk about it??? since i never did and it was literally like ugh my heART this is basically more stuff about A so if you arent interested ignore this post

So,,, the last day that i really went to school was this thing that ,,,, idk if other schools do it but its lagoon day where the seniors go to Lagoon and like half the teachers go to chaperone, right??? So i got there early because I always get to school early and I saw a familiar mess of brown hair and i just got hype??? My heart practically did the happy emote and he turned around and smiled really big and he was like “M!!!! Hi!” and he waved and stuff then he went up the stairs because he was heading to the class he was subbing for (that was before class)

Later my friends came to school and i was just kinda sitting there being a dork and daydreaming and then i was like “OH YEAH A is here!!!” and my theatre friend was really happy yknow and we jsut talked for a while and i was like “man i wish he was subbing for my french teacher, but i know hes not because she didnt hire a substitue because she knew like no one would come” and so i got a little sad but yknow i knew id see him at lunch and stuff

well the bell rang and i headed up stairs to the french room and it was empty from what i saw so i popped my head in and GUESS WHO WAS SITTING AT THE DESK

YUP YOU GUESSED IT

So i played it cool because i can totally do that yknow and just kinda leaned against the doorframe and i was like “well, fancy seeing you here.” and he looked up and smiled again and laughed and he was like “are you following me?” and i laughed and sat down in my desk and i asked him how he was etc etc and we jsut talked for a while until the bell rang signaling that class was to start but??? no one walked in??? and so i was talking to him when two of my friends walked in and stuff and so we just?? sat and played cards all period long?? i say this but we actually (A and I) broke into song because I mentioned this musical I really love (Hadestown) and A kinda stared at me for a minute and his eyes went wide and the conversation went as such:

A: “Wait, you like Hadestown?” Me: “Yeah? I LOVE Hadestown.” A: “I… I love Hadestown too! I just didn’t know that anyone liked it.” Me: “Okay, wait- What’s your favorite song?” A: “Well, Way Down Hadestown is SUPER great, but the one I really love is Wait for Me or Hey, Little Songbird. I wish I had Patrick Page’s voice. What about you?” Me: “Hey, Little Songbird is literally one of my favorites. Also same?? I wish I could sing as good as anyone in the cast.” A: *he smiled and started singing it (his vocal range is tenor so he hiked up the key and we changed the tune a bit because yes)*

So we literally ran around the room singing Hey, Little Songbird and like, 17 other songs from miscellaneous musicals. My other friends joined in too and it was so much fun

Obviously, we were still in school, and so that class period had to end ;-; I had Physics next and I was whining to him how I really didn’t want to go. He turned to me and said “Listen. You’ve gotta go to class M. If you actually get permission from your teacher to come back, then fine. But I don’t want you to skip class because you missed me.” I agreed, begrudgingly and headed to Physics, which was literally across the hall.

I went in talked to my teacher and was back in the french room in like under 15 minutes

The classroom was empty and he was just sitting at the teachers desk playing pokemon on his frigging nintendo ds and i laughed and he looked up and was like “oh hey, i didnt think you’d be back” i told him my physics teacher told me i could leave since,,, she doesnt really like me and i had already done everything i needed to do like fr its the end of the school year why would she want me to hang out in her class for an hour???

anyway i hopped up onto the table and we just,,, talked??? about everything??

I told him I was super bummed about school ending and not being able to go to Drama class everyday. He told me he was worried because him and his girlfriend were having a lot of issues lately and he was struggling with knowing to stick it out or just break it off. I told him that I was not gonna influence his decision whatsoever, but that whatever he chose,,, he needed to keep in mind that HIS mental and physical health was the most important at this point. We eventually brushed that subject away because I told him I would be of no help at all bc,,, ive like never been in a healthy relationship so i didnt know what was right and what was wrong - i dont remember how but i think he asked me how class was going and what classes i was going to be happy to be done with and i was like “hOOOO BOI HISTORY CLASS fOR SURE” and he kinda laughed and was like,,, “what why”

and i just weNT OFF telling him how trashy of a class it was and that no one would pay attention and that my teacher would always rant about democrats and liberals and just say all this garbage about how trashy immigrants were and etc etc and he just sighed and he apologised that i had to deal with a teacher like that and we started to talk about some prick in that class that went off about how rape isnt rape if she doesnt outright say no

me and A just,,, bonded over mutual disgust for this kid haha

anyway after that i just kinda,,, decided to lay down on the table bc i was tired and i kinda sighed and stared at the ceiling. I think A could tell something was up with me because he asked me what was wrong and I kinda gave him a “nothing is wrong im fine” kinda mumbled response. of course this is A and he obviously knew i was lying so he asked me again and i jsut kinda started to choke up and I sat up with tears in my eyes. Immediately he was like, “Omg what’s the matter whats up” and I just,, broke down and told him I was super worried about my friend who he knows as well. I told him that I was stressed and that I felt like our friendship was mostly one sided. That I was just there because… I was the one that put everything into our friendship and instead of her giving AND taking as well, it was just her taking and taking and i was left in the dust. I basically poured my heart out to him and told him that I didn’t want to break things off because I didn’t want to hurt her but I told him that my mental health was suffering gREATLY. Of course, he took my advice and shoved it back into my face. It went something like this,,, A: “You need to take care of yourself. You. Come. First. You put everyone else before you, and that’s such an admirable trait, but you need to take care of yourself as well. Your mental health is in danger because you refuse to put yourself first. And you need to. At least, every once in a while. Anyone is lucky to have you care so deeply for them, but… you need to step back and be selfish for a while.” (I kind of flinched when he said selfish, because I have a big issue with that word, and I guess he noticed) “Why do you- You don’t like that word. Selfish. You don’t like it, do you?” Me: “I just… I’ve been called selfish a lot by my family and past friends and romantic… partners…? I don’t like it at all.” A: “You? Selfish?” *he laughs* “Bull. You’re one of, if not THE most selfless people I know. Listen to me. It is OKAY to be selfish sometimes. Not all the time, yeah. But you need to take care of yourself.” Me: “I just… I love my friends so much that I… I’d rather that I be miserable and they be happy, because… then they’re happy. Y’know?” A: *he smiles, but I think it was kinda a sad smile because his eyes looked a little tearful* “M. You have a heart of gold.That’s rare nowadays. In my opinion, it’s a blessing and a curse. You just need to learn to take care of yourself. You are the most important person in your life.” The conversation kind of… fizzled out after that emotional,,, discussion but we did talk about college and I asked him a lot about being a student teacher. The bell rang, we said goodbye and??? That was really it? I visited him at lunch and we ate and talked a lot more because I had a bunch of questions about college (i’ve been thinking about going to the same college that he is because they have a really good teaching program) but that was,,, pretty much it. School’s been over for a while and I just asjdfajf i miss him a lot this post was so  long super super sorry haha have a good day i guess??? end of the post??? how do i finish this whatever goodbye yall haha

[tmae3114]

Tell us about the AUs. all of them.

Friend, that is a lot of AUs.

But okay!!

I won’t go immensely in-depth because a) that’d take forever and b) I want to do separate posts and drawings and stuff for a bunch of these

Okay, so, going in the order that I mentioned them in the tags:

(whoops this is going under a cut because It Got Long)

The Pokemon AU

More of a fusion than strictly an AU, I guess, because it’s pretty much “canon, but there are pokemon”.

I’ve determined full teams for the whole ‘crew, along with the genders, levels, abilities, natures, and movesets of all of their pokemon. I got… really into it. I went way too detailed with their teams. I even know what kind of pokeball each of their pokemon are in. I’m in the process of nicknaming them. I’ve also got scatterings of backstory for how they came to have each of the pokemon in their teams!

For now, I’ll tell you what their teams are, along with the nicknames and such of their pokemon. More in-depth stuff (such as aforementioned abilities and movesets and also the backstories) should probably be saved for a different post.

Diath:

“Cath” - Klefki - ♂

Ninjask - ♀

Scyther - ♀

Liepard - ♂

“Dawnguide” - Absol - ♀ 

“Gutter” - Aegislash - ♂

The pattern I went with for nicknaming Diath’s pokemon is based off of the one thing we’ve seen him name in canon - Moonsplinter. So the nicknames for his pokemon, when I eventually come up with them, will be two nouns put together into a name that connects what was named to someone or something important to him. Cath and Gutter are exceptions to the pattern because they were gift pokemon and came with the names (…sort of, in Cath’s case).

Evelyn:

“Morning Glory” - Rapidash - ♀ 

“Periwinkle” - Lycanroc (Midnight Forme) - ♀ 

“Thistleberry” - Eevee - ♂ 

“Sunflower” - Larvesta - ♀ 

“Jonquil” - Solrock - N/A 

“Juniper” - Pichu - ♀

The pattern I went with for nicknaming Evelyn’s pokemon started with Morning Glory and Juniper - I figured that since Evelyn showed a predilection towards plant names in canon, it was as good a theme as any to run with. Thistleberry is the closest to breaking that pattern, since I’ve been unable to find out if that’s actually a real plant (I’ve found thimbleberries but not thistleberries, so I feel like they might be a fantasy thing) in which case you could argue that he was named for Evelyn’s favourite pie. The reasoning for Sunflower should be obvious, a jonquil is a kind of flower similar to a daffodil which sort of resembles a sun in shape, and periwinkles mean “early friendship” in flower language, and Evie sure does make friends fast.

Jonquil may or may not mean “I desire a return of affection” in flower language but sshhhh, that was unintentional

Strix:

“Fuzzywuzz” - Venomoth - ♂

“Waffles” - Ursaring - ♀ 

Mismagius - ♀ 

“Stinky Junior” - Garbodor - ♀ 

“Clothy McClothface” - Banette - ♀ 

“Stinky” - Alolan Rattata - ♂

I don’t think I really need to explain the pattern/theme for naming Strix’s pokemon because, well, *gestures at canon* I just tried to follow the existing naming patterns.

Paultin:

“Palpatine” - Malamar - ♂ 

Exploud- ♂ 

“Charlotte” - Chatot - ♀ 

Gengar - ♂ 

“Peter” - Baltoy  - ♂ 

Alolan Marowak- ♀

I don’t strictly have a naming pattern for Paultin, wildcard that he is. I’ve just been operating on a general rule of ��regular real life name that sounds fitting” (a la him naming Simon) or “reference”.

The Superhero AU

You are getting far less information about this one because it’s going to be getting posts of its own when I finally get the drawings for it finished - I’m going to do character profiles and everything.

The basic premise is a vaguely-modern-era-ish Waterdeep (in a vaguely-modern-era-ish Faerun) has a lot of superheroes running around and the Wafflecrew happens to be one of the teams that call the city home. Diath, Strix, Evelyn and Paultin are all doing the secret identity thing and there will be shenanigans involving those because, well, here’s the thing:

The Wafflecrew is a superhero team who’s members keep their identities secret even from each other, mostly because they haven’t been together as a team for very long yet.

Diath, Strix, Evelyn, and Paultin, however, are a group of friends who happen to share a flat. Who are all trying very hard not to let on to their friends that they’re a superhero.

So. Shenanigans.

(Well, except for Diath and Strix. They know about each other’s secret identities)

I won’t tell you everyone’s codenames, though, because ~character profiles~ :3c

The Daemon AU

This one is more loosely defined than the others, to be honest. I will say, straight up, that I have never read His Dark Materials and don’t have any particular intent to, because I’ve read enough excerpts to know I could never get through it. But the concept of daemons is really cool and fun and I’ve read a ton of daemon aus and I feel no shame in yoinking the concept for an au despite never having read the source material.

Evelyn’s daemon is a Norwegian Forest Cat named Carwyn, Paultin’s is a lyrebird named Leto, Strix’s is a Barred Owl named Cináed, and Diath’s… well, if you were to ask him, he’d tell you that his daemon is a very shy house spider named Perdita. The thing is, nobody’s ever actually seen her…

Diath may or may not be in a Special Situation in this AU thanks to the whole ancient-soul-that-Shemeshka-has-part-of circumstance

The Class Swap AU

This one!! Is one that I love!! a lot!! And also one that I fully intend to give its own post with art.

It started with me realising that Mason Marthain existing presented the perfect Backstory Butterfly to play with things a little and justify Evelyn being a rogue in a class swap AU. From there, I just kept playing with their backstories to see what there was that could be tugged on to shift them to one of each other’s classes. Ultimately, my class swap AU stands as such:

Evelyn Marthain, a swashbuckler rogue. Inspired by a slightly different family member, in this universe, Evelyn decided at a young age that rather than follow in her father’s footsteps, she wanted to follow in her uncle’s. Thus, rather than training at the Spires and taking on the mantle of a paladin, she apprenticed on her Uncle’s ship throughout her childhood, and eventually became a rogue.

Diath Woodrow, an oath of devotion paladin. A childhood on the streets went just a little bit differently for Diath, this time around. After a paladin caught him preventing another street kid from pickpocketing, he got taken in by the Church of Selune and found a calling that appealed to his sense of duty and his desire for adventure at the same time. (How does the oath of devotion’s call to obey just authority mix with being chaotic good, you might ask? Well, how does one define “just” authority? In Class Swap!Diath’s case, as soon as someone abuses their power, their authority is no longer just)

Paultin Seppa, a wild magic sorceror. Paultin honestly doesn’t know where his powers came from. They’ve been at the tips of his fingers for as long as he can remember. It probably has something to do with the big swath of his childhood that he can’t remember but he’s not particularly bothered with trying to figure it out. (The thing is, a panicking, traumatised child, very much going into shock, tearing through the mists of Barovia and out of Ravenloft, all on his own and without parental supervision for the very first time, has so much potential to go wrong. He stumbled through a few less than hospitable places before he ended up on the Prime Material)

Strix, a college of glamour bard. Her years in the Feywild were harsh and this time it wasn’t Baba Yaga whose care she stumbled into. She learned a lot, living amongst the fey, and not least amongst that was how a silver tongue, with words carefully chosen and used, is a magic all of its own and also a very dangerous weapon.

I can’t say anything about the two AUs I’m currently writing fics for because spoilers~ so just know that They Exist

The Star Wars AU is extremely conceptual. It features aspiring Jedi Knight Evelyn Marthain, an Alderaanian human raised in the Coruscant Jedi Temple, travelling musician Paultin Seppa, a human of mysterious origin who has an even more mysterious knowledge of the Force, given that he seemingly has no connection to any known Force sects, galactic treasure hunter/archaeologist Diath Woodrow, a human from Coronet City on Corellia, whose heritage may-or-may-not have originated on a certain planet starting with ‘M’, and Strix, a force-sensitive woman of indeterminate species (at first glance, you might think zabrak, but zabraks don’t have tails. They also usually don’t have hair but it’s not like hybrids are completely an unknown possibility… the thing is, if she’s a hybrid, there’s no way she’s a hybrid of just two)

The RWBY AU is Exactly What It Says On The Tin. It’s just an AU where the Wafflecrew are in Remnant. They comprise Team DEPS (”Deeps”) and all I’ve really figured out is their weapons and semblances and tbh, as an AU, it’s probably not going much further than that.

I had a Lot of fun with their semblances, though.

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What other fandoms are you familiar enough with to use as an AU prompt? Pokemon Trainer AU? Homestuck AU (they'd still probably die but at least there are lots of ways to come back to life)?

I’m not that familiar with Homestuck, definitely not enough to do an AU.  I read the novelizations of the Pokemon show as a kid but never saw the show or played any of the video games.  I did play the super-obscure Pokemon board game, but most of my trading cards were printed in Japanese (I had a strange childhood), so my experience there is, uh, probably not quite overlapping with everyone else’s.

Anyway, if you want list of all my fandoms… Boy howdy.  I don’t think I can come up with them all.  However, I can list everything that comes to mind between now and ~20 minutes from now when I have to end my procrastination break and go back to dissertating.  So here it is, below the cut:

Okay, there is no way in hell I’ll be able to make an exhaustive list.  But off the top of my head, the fandoms I’m most familiar/comfortable with are as follows:

Authors (as in, I’ve read all or most of their books)

Patricia Briggs

Megan Whalen Turner

Michael Crichton

Marge Piercy

Stephenie Meyer

Dean Koontz

Stephen King

Neil Gaiman

K.A. Applegate

Ernest Hemingway

Tamora Pierce

Roald Dahl

Short Stories/Anthologies

A Good Man is Hard to Find, Flannery O’Connor

The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka

I Am Legend, Richard Matheson

Dubliners, James Joyce

Flowers for Algernon, Daniel Keyes

Who Goes There? John W. Campbell

The Man Who Bridged the Mist, Kij Johnson

Flatland, Edwin Abbott

I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream, Harlan Ellison

To Build a Fire, Jack London

An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, Ambrose Bier

At the Mountains of Madness/Cthulu mythos, H.P. Lovecraft

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Conan Doyle

The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Washington Irving

The Martian Chronicles, Ray Bradbury

Close Range: Wyoming Stories, E. Annie Proulx

The Curious Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson

Bartleby the Scrivener (and a bunch of others), Herman Melville

Books (Classics)

Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neal Hurston

The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The Secret Garden, Francis Hodgson Burnett

Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson

Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

The Secret Annex, Anne Frank

Nine Stories, J.D. Salinger

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

Tom Sawyer/Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain

East of Eden, John Steinbeck

To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee

The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison

Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut

The Stranger, Albert Camus

The Call of the Wild, Jack London

Brave New World, Aldous Huxley

Lord of the Flies, William Golding

Atonement, Ian McEwan

1984, George Orwell

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith

The Iliad/The Odyssey, Homer

Metamorphoses, Ovid

Journey to the Center of the Earth, Jules Verne

The Time-Machine, H.G. Wells

The Tempest, Much Ado About Nothing, Twelfth Night, Romeo and Juliet, Henry V, Hamlet, MacBeth, Othello, and The Taming of the Shrew, William Shakespeare

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, Thomas Stoppard

Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett

Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood

Books (YA SF)

Young Wizards series, Diane Duane

Redwall, Brian Jaques

The Dark is Rising sequence, Susan Cooper

The Chronicles of Chrestomanci, Diana Wynne Jones

The Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis

Abhorsen trilogy, Garth Nix

The Giver series, Lois Lowry

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams

Uglies series, Scott Westerfeld

Tuck Everlasting, Natalie Babbitt

A Wizard of Earthsea, Ursula K. Le Guin

Song of the Lioness, Tamora Pierce

A Wrinkle in Time, Madeline L’Engle

Unwind, Neal Shusterman

The Maze Runner series, James Dashner

The Enchanted Forest Chronicles, Patricia C. Wrede

Sideways Stories from Wayside School, Louis Sachar

Ella Enchanted, Gail Carson Levine

Ender’s Game, Orson Scott Card

The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster

Coraline, Neil Gaiman

Among the Hidden, Margaret Peterson Haddix

The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle, Avi

Interview with the Vampire, Anne Rice

Poppy series, Avi

The Secret Life of Bees, Sue Monk Kidd

Tithe, Holly Black

Life as We Knew It, Susan Beth Pfeffer

Blood and Chocolate, Annette Curtis Klause

Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie

The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum

Haunted, Gregory Maguire

Weetzie Bat, Francesca Lia Block

Charlotte’s Web, E.B. White

East, Edith Pattou

Z for Zachariah, Robert C. O’Brien

The Looking-Glass Wars, Frank Beddor

The Egypt Game, Zilpha Keatley Snyder

The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

Homecoming, Cynthia Voigt

Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll

The Landry News, Andrew Clements

Fever 1793, Laurie Halse Anderson

Bloody Jack, L.A. Meyer

The Boxcar Children, Gertrude Chandler Warner

A Certain Slant of Light, Laura Whitcomb

Generation Dead, Daniel Waters

Pendragon series, D.J. MacHale

Silverwing, Kenneth Oppel

Good Omens, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

Define Normal, Julie Anne Peters

Hawksong, Ameila Atwater Rhodes

Heir Apparent, Vivian Vande Velde

Running Out of Time, Margaret Peterson Haddix

The Keys to the Kingdom series, Garth Nix

The Wolves of Willoughby Chase, Joan Aiken

The Seer and the Sword, Victoria Hanley

My Side of the Mountain, Jean Craighead George

Daughters of the Moon series, Lynne Ewing

The Midwife’s Apprentice, Karen Cushman

Island of the Aunts, Eva Ibbotson

The Night Circus, Erin Morgenstern

The Ear, the Eye, and the Arm, Nancy Farmer

A Great and Terrible Beauty, Libba Bray

A School for Sorcery, E. Rose Sabin

The House with a Clock in Its Walls, John Bellairs

The Edge Chronicles, Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell

Hope was Here, Joan Bauer

Bunnicula, James Howe

Wise Child, Monica Furlong

Silent to the Bone, E.L. Konigsburg

The Twenty-One Balloons, William Pene du Bois

Dead Girls Don’t Write Letters, Gail Giles

The Supernaturalist, Eoin Colfer

Blue is for Nightmares, Laurie Faria Stolarz

Mystery of the Blue Gowned Ghost, Linda Wirkner

Wait Till Helen Comes, Mary Downing Hahn

I was a Teenage Fairy, Francesca Lia Block

City of the Beasts series, Isabelle Allende

Summerland, Michael Chabon

The Geography Club, Brent Hartinger

The Last Safe Place on Earth, Richard Peck

Liar, Justine Larbalestier

The Doll People, Ann M. Martin

The Lost Years of Merlin, T.A. Barron

Matilda Bone, Karen Cushman

Nine Stories, J.D. Salinger

The Tiger Rising, Kate DiCamillo

The Spiderwick Chronicles, Holly Black and Tony DiTerlizzi

In the Forests of the Night, Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

My Teacher is an Alien, Bruce Coville

The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles, Julie Andrews Edwards

Storytime, Edward Bloor

Magic Shop series, Bruce Coville

A Series of Unfortunate Events, Lemony Snicket

Veritas Project series, Frank Peretti

The Once and Future King, T.H. White

Raven’s Strike, Patricia Briggs

What-the-Dickens: The Story of a Rogue Tooth Fairy, Gregory Maguire

The Wind Singer, William Nicholson

Sweetblood, Pete Hautman

The Trumpet of the Swan, E.B. White

Half Magic, Edward Eager

A Ring of Endless Light, Madeline L'Engle

The Heroes of Olympus, Rick Riordan

Maximum Ride series, James Patterson

The Edge on the Sword, Rebecca Tingle

World War Z, Max Brooks

Adaline Falling Star, Mary Pope Osborne

Six of Crows, Leigh Bardugo

Children of Blood and Bone, Tomi Adeyemi

Parable of the Sower series, Octavia Butler

I, Robot, Isaac Asimov

Neuomancer, William Gibson

Dune, Frank Herbert

The Miseducation of Cameron Post, Emily M. Danforth

The Martian, Andy Weir

Skeleton Man, Joseph Bruchac

Comics/Manga

Marvel 616 (most of the major titles)

Marvel 1610/Ultimates

Persepolis

This One Summer

Nimona

Death Note

Ouran High School Host Club

Vampire Knight

Emily Carroll comics

Watchmen

Fun Home

From Hell

American Born Chinese

Smile

The Eternal Smile

The Sandman

Calvin and Hobbes

The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For

TV Shows

Fullmetal Alchemist

Avatar the Last Airbender

Teen Titans (2003)

Luke Cage/Jessica Jones/Iron Fist/Defenders/Daredevil/The Punisher

Agents of SHIELD/Agent Carter

Supernatural

Sherlock

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Firefly

American Horror Story

Ouran High School Host Club

Orange is the New Black

Black Sails

Stranger Things

Westworld

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Movies

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Jurassic Park/Lost World/Jurassic World/Lost Park?

The Breakfast Club

Cloverfield/10 Cloverfield Lane/The Cloverfield Paradox

Attack the Block

The Prestige

Moon

Ferris Bueler’s Day Off

Django Unchained/Kill Bill/Inglourious Basterds/Hateful 8/Pulp Fiction/etcetera

Primer

THX 1138/Akira/How I Live Now/Lost World/[anything I’ve named a fic after]

Star Wars

The Meg

A Quiet Place

Baby Driver

Mother!

Alien/Aliens/Prometheus

X-Men (et al.)

10 Things I Hate About You

The Lost Boys

Teen Wolf

Juno

Pirates of the Caribbean (et al.)

Die Hard

Most Disney classics: Toy Story, Mulan, Treasure Planet, Emperor’s New Groove, etc.

Most Pixar classics: Up, Wall-E, The Incredibles

The Matrix

Dark Knight trilogy

Halloween

Friday the 13th

A Nightmare on Elm Street

The Descent

Ghostbusters

Ocean’s Eight/11/12/13

King Kong

The Conjuring

Fantastic Four

Minority Report/Blade Runner/Adjustment Bureau/Total Recall

Fight Club

Spirited Away

O

Disturbing Behavior

The Faculty

Poets

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Marge Piercy

Thomas Hardy

Sigfried Sassoon

W. B. Yeats

Edgar Allan Poe

Ogden Nash

Margaret Atwood

Maya Angelou

Emily Dickinson

Matthew Dickman

Karen Skolfield

Kwame Alexander

Ellen Hopkins

Shel Silverstein

Musicals/Stage Plays

Les Miserables

Repo: The Genetic Opera

The Lion King

The Phantom of the Opera

Rent

The Prince of Egypt

Pippin

Into the Woods

A Chorus Line

Hairspray

Evita

Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog

Fiddler on the Roof

Annie

Fun Home

Spring Awakening

Chicago

Cabaret

The Miser

The Importance of Being Earnest

South Pacific

Godspell

Wicked

The Wiz

The Wizard of Oz

Man of La Mancha

The Sound of Music

West Side Story

Matilda

Sweeney Todd

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat

Nunsense

You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown/Snoopy

1776

Something Rotten

A Very Potter Musical

Babes in Toyland

Carrie: The Musical

Amadeus

Annie Get Your Gun

25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

The Final Battle

Rock of Ages

Cinderella

Moulin Rouge

Honk

Labyrinth

The Secret Garden

Reefer Madness

Bang Bang You’re Dead

NSFW

War Horse

Peter Pan

Suessical

Sister Act

The Secret Annex

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Disclaimer 1: Like a lot of people who went to high school in the American South, my education in literature is pretty shamefully lacking in a lot of areas.  (As in, during our African American History unit in ninth grade we read To Kill a Mockingbird, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn… and that was it.  As in, our twelfth-grade US History class, I shit you not, covered Gone With the Wind.)  There were a lot of good teachers in with the *ahem* Less Woke ones (how I read Their Eyes Were Watching God and The Bluest Eye) and college definitely set me on the path to trying to find books written/published outside the WASP-ier parts of the U.S., but the overall list is still embarrassingly hegemonic.

Disclaimer 2: There are a crapton of errors — typos, misspelled names, misattributions, questionable genre classifications, etc. — in here.  If you genuinely have no idea what a title is supposed to be, ask me.  Otherwise, please don’t bother letting me know about my mistakes.

Disclaimer 3: I am not looking for recommendations.  My Goodreads “To Read” list is already a good 700 items long, and people telling me “if you like X, then you’ll love Y!” genuinely stresses me the fuck out.

Disclaimer 4: There are no unproblematic faves on this list.  I love Supernatural, and I know that Supernatural is hella misogynistic.  On the flip side: I don’t love The Lord of the Rings at all, partially because LOTR is hella misogynistic, but I also don’t think that should stop anyone else from loving LOTR if they’re willing to love it and also acknowledge its flaws. 

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**Little A/N ahead of all this. I have no idea where I found it, but I do recall coming across the “info/idea” that Ghetsis and Alder did know each other before the event of Pokemon B&W and B2&W2. I cannot find where I found them now (since was writing this almost a year ago and those post are now well buried under a year’s worth of posts) but it just had a thought go through my head.

Alder is obviously a good judge of character. He is not gullible; brash yes, but not blinded. So if that is the case, then how was it he was able to form this friendship/companionship with Ghetsis?

How was Ghetsis before the start of these installations in the series?  

Which than began this. And yeah, I know it’s not my best, but it’s something I’ve been working on for a year, maybe a little longer than (since began playing the games in fall).

Yes this is posted to my AO3 account, but figured since there’s been no fanfic content on my dash for a while, just to upload this here.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy.**

~~~~

Prologue;

Pt. 1

“So Lysandre is doing well,” Cynthia asked as she and Looker had dinner together, at his apartment. The detective coming back from Kalos with a follow up on the former Team Flare Leader.

“He is. We even managed to get Xerosic to admit that he knew about his...condition from the start.”

Cynthia's felt her jaw drop a bit. “So he enabled him?”

“It appears to be the case,” Looker sighed and shook his head. “It's dreadful that there are some people out there who will do that to a person.”  He noticed Cynthia frown, and he felt himself mirror her actions. There was a chance that Cyrus was in a similar condition like Lysandre. That his mind was processing rational thought in a different way....

How Charon, even after Cyrus was long gone...

No, mustn't dwell on the past. He now had the chance to see Cyrus again. The former leader was doing very well. Cynthia did mentioned he had a beau, sill haven't had the chance to meet them.

It was the buzzing of his Pokenav that had him jump, and the Sinnoh Region Champion to giggle softly.

“Ah...I...I shou--”

“Go take it. You have a very important job.”

He gave her a soft smile and excused himself, flipped it open. “Looker...I see...what di-wai what!? Who did you-You DID get him to a hospital right!? I'll be right the--”

Cynthia got up from her seat and went over to the man, noting how his features paled slightly after each response.

“O-of course...I-I will contact him...be sure to keep me updated on his cond-His son? I-I suppose...yes, leave it to me. I will be in Unova as soon as possible,” Looker hung up.

“Looker?”

“Cynthia...contact Alder...a-and call Cyrus...he needs to get in touch with N...” he began and turned to her. “Ghetsis is in the hospital. He's in critical condition.”

--

Pt. 2

He never expected to meet Cyrus' significant other like this...nor did he expect it to be Giovanni! The Sakaki Giovanni. The rumored leader of Team Rocket...or was that now former?

He would ponder about it later. Right now...now is a time of confliction. He knew that Team Plasma was still active; not as much as it once was, but it was still active. And the former leader stepped down. Allowing his most trusted admin take over, Cloress.

“Alder...” the concerned voice of Cynthia drew Looker from his reverie.

“Please tell me they said something about his...uh....”

“It...it's far too soon...” Cynthia frowned and looked away.

Looker knew the whole thing had to of been an accident. It was a hard blow he took to his head...but it was the aftermath that now has him in jeopardy. Running over the catwalks in the warehouse district; trying to initiate some plan, only to have it never take off the ground.

Getting hit by a wayward Rock Throw, causing him to lose his balance...and falling off the catwalk...he tried to grab onto something to stop his fast descent.

Looker clenched his eyes shut, trying to forget the image that came to mind from what he was told.

“Where is he!”

He glanced over and saw the young teen running in; frantic, eyes red and face stained with tears...

“N, calm--” Cyrus began.

“What happened?! Tell me! Is he alright!?”

Even after everything he did to the boy....he was still his father...

“N-”

“I-I-Where is he?” the boy was now taking heaving breathes. Getting far too worked up.

Without a word, Giovanni approached the green haired teen and place a firm hand on his shoulder. “Breath. Take a deep breath...in and out N. You need to calm down.”

The teen's breathes were still ragged, hitching every now and then.

“N look at me.”

Looker could only watch as the former Rocket Leader calmed the teen by helping him get over his panic attack.

“Listen...they're doing their best right now to help him. You need to be patient.”  

“B-but, but he's--”

The doors suddenly burst open, and one of the doctors stepped out.

--

Pt. 3

“We've managed to stop the bleeding...but there's a high chance he can still hemorrhage. We will keep an eye on him around the clock to ensure his survival.”

“And his...” Looker began, unable to articulate what he needed to get additional information on.

“Luckily we were able to reopen his windpipe and currently have him set up on a respirator...he's very lucky that no spinal injuries were obtained.”

“How long was he...deprived?” Looker asked.

“....almost four hours...”

“Looker?” Cynthia asked, not liking where the conversation was going.

He frowned and looked to her, before he turned his attention back to the doctor. “Any...well...you know...?”

The doctor frowned. “It's too early to know what damage was done...but be aware...if he does regain consciousness, he may not be the same man you knew.”

-

Cyrus covered N with his jacket, the teen finally wearing himself down with worry.

“...Cyrus?”

Glancing over the red head teen that accompanied the other. “Yes Silver?”

“...i-it's nothing.”

“You're worried as well...but you don't want to be,” Cyrus began as he straightened himself up. “I assume N told you everything...he did.”

Silver stayed silent. “He was a monster...the things he did to N...h-he deserved something! Some kind of...karma or something. Like...like--”

“Your father did?”

“I guess,” he glanced over to N, still sound asleep. “He said he hated him,and everything he's done. That thanks to him he thought he was always going to be alone. I just don't get why.”

“I actually think you do,” Cyrus stated as he glanced out to the doors, leading to the hospital's entry, where Giovanni was currently smoking.

Silver balled his hands tightly, having him shake slightly as he did. “I hate the fact that I want him to recover.”

Cyrus didn't say anything, just placed a reassuring hand on the teen's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

--

Pt. 4

“How is he?” Alder asked the doctor as they stepped out.

“I apologize,” the doctor began, and the Unova Champion felt his heart sink. “It appears that there was some, irrefutable damage done to part of the hippocampus.”

“The...what?”

“It's the part of the brain that deals with memory,” he explained.

“M-memory?”

“We're unsure as to how much damaged was attained, and what the affects are, but we are keeping vigil. We will be certain to inform you and everyone else if anything changes.”

He should have been prepared then...they warned him after all...so then why...why did it shake him so much?

“Any idea as to how much he remembers?” Looker asked.

“It's quite unusual, though not impossible. But he does have some episodic memory lost.”

“Does he....remember--”

“Team Plasma?” the doctor inquired, and Looker nodded. “I'm afraid...he does not.”

“....how long-er-much has he forgotten?”

“It seems anything in between the past five year, to as far back about twenty years.”

“T-t-twenty years!?” Alder exclaimed.

“Between that Champion Alder sir,” the doctor reiterated. “It will be confusing to him, since there will be parts he remembers and other parts he does not. “ He too a deep breath. “There is always the chance that it can be recovered...though due to the damage he sustained there is an equal chance that it may never be recovered.”

“Never...recover?” The Unova Champion echoed. Just like that? Ghetsis could have just lost twenty years of his life? And for what?

Never in his life did he feel such...anger...rage...hatred...somehow he knew it was all that bastard, Colress', fault.

~~~~~~

Chapter 1; part 1

“He will need to stay here for the next few days for recovery.”

“Recovery?” Looker blinked.

“He had to undergo a Laryngotracheal reconstruction to ensure his wind pipe stays open,” the doctor explained. “We need to make sure there no additional bleeding, and that the reconstruction holds. Once he's released we will give you a list of possible complications that can occur during recovery and how to respond.”

“Complications?”

The doctor looked at the former Unova Champion. “External and internal bleeding, infection, there's even chances of him collapsing a lung.”

Looker glanced over and noted how pale the taller man became. Worry and dread filling those grey eyes. Just learning that his old friend was still in so much danger. He needed to change the subject.

“Is there any possible way for him to recover his memory?” Looker asked.

“Recovering memories isn't as easy as they make it in movie and books. It's a long and complicated matter,” the doctor began. “There are certain medications that can be given, to increase the numbers of that contains enzymes that help slow the break down acetylcholine.”

"Acet-what?" Alder blinked.

"An organic molecule that, in recent studies have shown to have a connection of impairing the acquisition of new information, which can result in eventual memory loss," Cyrus stated, having not only Alder and Looker just stare blankly at him, but the doctor as well. The young man felt his face flush and looked away.

“Y-yes that is correct...” the doctor said, still in a bit of shock at the well articulated answer.

“S-so medicine?” Looker asked.

“Ah, yes, however it is still in a developmental state...and currently has only been approved for those in the mid-stages of Alzheimer's. Sadly, Mr. Harmonia would not be prescribed it.”

“So then what should we do instead?”

“Physical and tangible actions can help stimulate memories, the body can remember certain patterns even though the mind cannot. Granted I highly suggest you focus on reversing and preventing other risk factors from occurring.”

“Factors?” The detective raised an eyebrow.

“High blood pressure, depression, high homocysteine,” the doctor began to list off.

“Homo...cysteine?” Looker restated, eyes darting to Cyrus.

Catching the small glance, he felt himself flush again. “A-a non-protein amino acid that's altered chemically in the bloodstream...”

The doctor sighed. “In other words, watch his diet, regulate the amount of dairy. meat, fish, and foods rich in vitamin B6, B12, and folic acids.”

“I see...” Looker nodded some, head starting to spin slightly at the vast vocabulary...maybe he'll have Cyrus tell Cynthia and she would be able to reiterate it. He was intelligent...but these biological and scientific definitions were just beyond him. “Anything else?”

“Try not to force it. It could cause him to go into shock, or suffer a great bout of depression...”

–

Part 2;

Alder had to find him. He never felt so...angry. He never felt so...vindictive. He had to find him...and had him take responsibility for what had happened. After all it had to of been him. He was appointed as the new leader of Team Plasma, reforming it into Neo Team Plasma. So it HAD to be his fault.

So then why was HE even trying to feign innocence?!

Colress sighed as he tried his best to ignore Alder.

“What do you mean you stepped down from Team Plasma?”

“Just as it sounds obviously...it was getting in the way of my goals,” the scientist said as he jotted some notes from a monitor.

“So if you're not leading them--”

“Zinzolin stepped up, with approval from Lord Ghetsis of course. Though he was a bit upset that I left. But I had my own beliefs to pursue,” he said and turned on his heel sharply to face Alder. “Now if you are finished, please leave, you are bothering me.”

“You really don't know what happened....?” Alder asked.

The sound of concern and worry in the Champion's voice piqued the young man's interest slightly. “What...happened?”

“You seriously don't know?”

Rolling his eyes, he turned his back again. He didn't have time to deal with this. If Alder thinks he could play some sort of mind game with him...grabbing a clipboard he started reviewing some of the findings.

“Ghetsis is in the hospital.”

….the clattering of the clipboard was much louder when it hit the floor, startling Alder a bit. He felt himself needing to take a step back when he saw the somewhat...crazed look the other had.

“H-he’s...where?”

“Ah-the, the hospital,” Alder stumbled over his words slightly as the scientist was now very VERY close to him.

--

Part 3;

He squinted at the brightness of the light being flashed in his, well his only good eye now. He was still confused as to what happened. All Alder said that something happened. It must have been something...terrible. He never seen the other man look so, frightened.

“I need you to follow this pen,” the doctor instructed.

He wanted to roll his eyes a bit. Was this all necessary?

Then again...

He shakingly reached up and covered his right eye, where it was currently bandaged.

“J-just s-something bad...r-really REALLY bad happened....alright...b-but you're going to be alright now...I'll make sure of that.”

Alder sounded so angry, he never knew the other man could so like that. Granted...he hadn't known him for long. He had trouble trying to recall just how long they've been traveling together. It hadn't been all that long...possibly no more than a few weeks.

At least that what he remembered. Or was it when they just left that town?

Actually how long has it been? Something felt off. His internal timing was usually immaculate.

“Mr. Harmonia, please follow the pen.”

–

“Do you...know me?”

The young blonde man stood next to Alder. And for the life of him, Ghetsis swore he knew him from somewhere, but he just couldn't quite pin it down.

“You look familiar...but then again, you could just have one of those faces.”

He didn't even bother wondering why that crushing look crossed the young man's face.

–

He held the small Pokemon in his hands as it groomed itself with tiny paws.

“Den, den den.”

“This therapy Pokemon will help you in your recovery,” The doctor explained.

“Recovery?” Ghetsis questioned.

“What happened to you caused quite a lot of trauma, and due to the fact that you are unable to remember it at the moment; when you are able to, it can become overwhelming.”

“I see...”

“Denne!”

He had to admit, it was rather cute. He wasn't one for such small Pokemon. Seeming too frail for his liking...but he did have to admit, he could possibly grow to like this little rodent.

--

Part 4;

It took a bit to get use to. Seeing his old friend once more in a way he was sure was long forgotten about.

Not much progress was made with recovering any new memories. There were times he wished he never did...

But damn that Colress.

'That wouldn't do much. Even if Ghetsis never recalled his memories, that wouldn't mean anything to those he harmed. Nobody would believe it. Nobody would trust him.  He'd be lost, adrift in confusion as to why people would look at him with such hate in their eyes.  Can you really say he would be better off never knowing.'

He was certain Ghetsis would be better off not knowing. Not recalling his darkest times. He could rebuild his relationship with N.

With his Pokemon...

With him.

'Or will it just make it easier for you if he never recovers them?'

...damn that Colress.

–

It was a side he never thought possible from his former leader. His voice was much more calm...collected.

Almost, soothing.

Was this how Lord Ghetsis truly was?

What happened?

Was it some accident that caused him that damage to his arm and eye?

Something terrible he was forced to witness?

Or...had he always planned for his reign even like this?

How he wanted to ask his former leader these things. To question how much he remembered. To pulled his Lord Ghetsis back.

Ah...

HIS Lord Ghetsis?

Hm, looks like he had some thinking of his own to do at the moment.

–

“Den den,” The little Pokemon squeaked as it munched.

Handing it another berry, he couldn't help to but feel at ease. This little creature truly did make him feel relaxed.

“Dedenne!” It squeaked in triumph as it took the berry and ate.

Petting it gently between the ears, he let his mind wander.

Why did that you blonde and blue haired man look familiar? Why did he feel like he could trust him? It couldn't have been another companion he and Alder brought along, not with how his friend acted towards  the other man.

There had to be...just something.

~~~~~~

Chapter 2; Part 1

The weather was getting unpredictable. Humidity and heat along with a cold pressure was making it as if the weather couldn't make up it's mind on how it wanted to be.  

It was the bright streak of heat lightning that tore across the darkening evening sky.

So bright it light up the entire area...

So bright it nearly blinded them.

In that instant...that bright instant, something overwhelmed Ghetsis as he looked to the other two men to see how they fared after the blinding display.

That was when it all clicked together.

“Ghetsis?”

The image of Alder warping in front of him. From the young, naïve trainer from so long ago, to the now aged Unova Champion.

He staggered back, away from the outstretched hand.

He shook his head to look back at his companion. Alder looked as he did before. Young, brash, yet eyes filled with worry. Another thunderous crack, and streak of lightning-and his vision warped again.Alder’s face aged, with laugh lines and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His body was filled out more, he could even make out a few tell-tale grey streaks starting to form in his bright orange and red hair.

His good eye darting to Colress the usually collect scientist seemingly at a lost. Every flash of light he swore he saw the the blonde and blue haired man’s clothing shift to something else.

He caught sight of...that insignia.

Clenching his eyes shut, he was blinded by the constant flashes of his past.

Many a late night watching Colress work endlessly on his research. Allowing him to do as he wished, and escorting the exhausted scientist back to his quarters. Seeing his face light up whenever he made some sort of breakthrough.

His past.

His mind screamed at him to run...

And so he did.

–

His lungs were burning as he ran. Ignoring the calls after him.

How long?

How long?

How long!?

He couldn't remember. Everything was distorted. Disjointed.

So many gaps and jumps.

He couldn't go any further. Legs aching and quivering under his weight.

Hands tangled in his short locks as he clenched his eye shut. His right hand struggling to grasp at the strands due to its damage.

What was he? Who was he? Memories of how he was...what he became. Which was right? Which one was him?

The amount of pride he had as he stood in front of the machine Colress had made. Allowing one to control whatever Pokemon they saw fit. How the scientist was barely able to contain his exuberance when he was finally able to put it to use. Taking control of the Boundary Pokemon--

Legs finally giving way as he collapsed to his knees, curling in on himself. He was...so proud of what he's done. What he accomplished. Who he hurt.

Alder and him traveling through Unova. Watching as Alder became stronger after each battle. Capturing his Deino….the rush he felt when he was successful, and the rush of affection he felt when Alder scooped him up in a tight hug congratulating him.

Was this all some sort of sick game for somebody? To some power? To have his past and present collide and create such inner turmoil?

The feeling of of power as he controlled one of the legendary beasts. Commanded it to do his bidding. The sickening amount of pride he had in that instant.

He became such a monster. No matter how much he regrets the actions now; it will never be enough to forgive. He ruined the lives of so many.

Old, young, human, Pokemon...

Why was he allowed to live?

“Because you're still a human being.”

He shook his head. He wasn't. He wasn’t. He was--

“Because you're able to feel guilty. It just shows you're not as far gone as you thought you were.”

What did it know?! What did that voice--

Wait, where was that voice coming from? Opening his left eye...sitting in front of him was the little Antenna Pokemon. Tail swaying back and forth ever so slightly as it looked at him with big eyes.

“Well, okay you were pretty far gone, but you're coming back now.”

He stared at the Pokemon...before he yelped and scurried back away from it like it was some sort of vile demon.

“H-hey! What's wrong?” The little Pokemon asked as it cocked its head.

T-this wasn't real. This wasn't happened. This was all just in his head, just in his--

Oh hell, he really must be crazy if it is just in his head.

He felt himself stiffen up as he watched the Antenna Pokemon approach him.

“Are...you okay?”

“I most certainly am not okay!” He snapped.

Shit he just answered it. He really was off the deep end...again.

“Maybe we should head back. You don't look good.”

He watched as it scurried about. Sniffing the air, trying to figure out which way was best to return back. “Wow you ran quite a bit a way. Hmmm...I might need help.”

“Help?” Before he knew it the word escaped him. He covered his eyes with his hand. “I'm responding to a Pokemon...”

The Dedenne ran back over to him. “Why is that such a bad thing? It's nice to talk to you.”

“People CAN'T talk to Pokemon!”

“And yet here you are.”

“Don't be sass—I'm arguing with it now!” He curled up some, covering his ears. He couldn't hear this. It wasn't really talking to him. He WASN'T responding to it either. It was just exhaustion setting in.

He felt a small weight settle atop his head.

His stomach dropped.

He knew what it was. Slowly he uncovered his ears.

“He got it from somewhere you know?”

“He?” As if he really needed to ask, who else would it be? His mind was racing again. It was making him feel light-headed.

The Pokemon hopped off his head to sit at his feet once more. It didn't speak to him again. He just stared at it. Only sounds were those of the woods around them and the slight rustling of the breeze through the branches of the high tree overheard.

“This, is what made you do the things you did before...isn't it?”

This?

Dark clouds began to roll in.

“Rain...we should find a place to duck into...”

–

It was dank...and wet. But drier than outside of the cave. The Dedenne shook it's fur before grooming its tail.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

I didn't mean to.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

I didn't mean to.

I'm sorr--give me--an to...

That voice began to ran together in his head. He swallowed as he felt bile rise in his throat, he needed to sit down.

He pulled out the Pokeball that held the Brutal Pokemon. His Hydreigon. Memories flashed in his mind. As warped and distorted they may have been, they were clear enough for him to understand. When he started to change.

Humans cannot communicate with Pokemon. They couldn't understand them. It was a fact.

But when it was just a Deino, and he was much younger...

A lingering jolt of pain raced up his right arm.

Just remembering it...

It was an accident after all. The Deino line was known for attacking anything that moved. Even if captured there's the chance that it could still turn on its trainer.

When he recovered, that's when he began to hear it.

That...soft voice.

Pleading him for forgiveness.

He thought he was going crazy. He was sure he was. A mania consuming him. Driving him to the brink. The more he harmed, the quieter the voice became, until it was gone.

“He still wants to apologize,” the Dedenne nuzzled the hand. “Let him know you forgive him.”

He couldn't believe he was doing this. Listening to this...delusion of his.

“How do you even know I do?”

“You still have him. That's why. If you didn't you would have gotten rid of him, right?”

Would he have? His younger self wouldn't have.

But...back then he would have. The leader of Team Plasma would have.

But now? His hand gripped onto the ball tightly. Maybe?

...

No he wouldn't.

--

Part 2;

He just watched as the young man triangulate, calculate, and mapped out findings after findings.

It may have been only a few hours since Ghetsis ran off; but they knew they had to find him.  

It had to have been a relapse in memory. That was the only thing it could have been.  The look of fear, anger, and disgust he saw that flared up in his old friend's eyes.

It couldn't have been anything else.  

Times like this he wished he live closer to a city. Then maybe somebody might have seen Ghetsis. Then again, those words from Colress replayed in his mind. Would anyone even help him? Would they contact the police if they even saw him?

Would they...attack him?

“...tell me...”

Alder glanced at the blonde, thoughts of what could have breaking instantly. “Ah, what?”

“...what was he like, I mean, what was he like before?” The scientist asked as he continued to calculate.

“What was—oh...” He meant Ghetsis. What was he like when they first met. It was hard to say really.

Was there much of a difference?

Clearly there had of been...

But how much?

“I...can't be sure,” he murmured quietly.

A heavy silence hung in the room. A building pressure as if something was going to burst at any moment.

“I see,” Colress said...still looking down at his frantic scribbled formulas.  

“...persistent.”

Colress looked up. “Excuse me?”

Alder took a steady breath. “He was, persistent. Determined. A bit arrogant...supportive.”

It was what he recalled. Alder did have his support in his endeavors. Having that support...the persisting and arrogant friend along with him. He was certain he would have never it to Champion.

“I see,” the scientist look back to his work. So that’s how Lord Ghetsis was? Even though the words were simple, the weight they carried explained it well enough to him.

He could agree, Lord Ghetsis was all those things to him as well. But he was certain if he said them, they would convey an entirely different meaning.

He wanted to know THIS Lo--Ghetsis. To have him be able to use those same words and have them carry that same meaning.

They had to find him...for their sake.

They just had to.

--

Part 3;

His fingers twitched slightly as he held the Pokeball. If he let it out--if he listened to this little incessant Pokemon...would it really change anything? Would this snap him out of this...delusion?

Taking a steady breath he pressed the button on the center of the Pokemon. A flash of bright red, and a roar echoed throughout the cave. However, it didn’t sound as frightening and intimidating as he always recalled it sounding.   

No.

It, sounded sad. Remorseful. Begging for forgiveness.

The Brutal Pokemon looked to it’s trainer with woeful red on black eyes. The flood of pleas raced through Ghetsis’ mind.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

I didn't mean to.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

I didn't mean t--

“ENOUGH!” Ghetsis’ shout rang through the cave. Loud enough to have both the Antenna Pokemon and the Brutal Pokemon to recoil at the sharpness. He felt himself shake a bit. That voice. That same pleading voice. He stared at his Hydreigon; before reaching out with his good hand. He watched as it flinched slightly, whenever he inched closer. He pressed the palm of his hand to its snout, and could feel the small tremors. It was shaking…

“M-master…”

“...I would have…” Ghetsis caught himself. He wasn’t even aware he spoke at first. What was he to say? What would he say?

“Do you forgive him?” The little Antenna Pokemon quipped.    

The former sage sighed. “If I did not...it would not be here.”

The Brutal Pokemon looked to Ghetsis, eyes wide. “Master?”

“I would have...gotten rid of you.”

It was a deep rumbling sound that had Ghetsis stand on guard at first. Were they not alone in this cave? Had whatever made its home here, finally awoken?

Then he felt it, the small vibrations through his hand.

Heh...who would have known a Hydreigon could purr?

~~~~~~

Chapter 3; Part 1

“You sure about this?” the little Pokemon asked. “I mean returning and all.”

“I feel that if I even try to argue you would keep pestering me until I gave in,” he huffed and glanced to the Pokemon currently perched happily on his shoulder; as they made their way through the forest.

The rain continued through the night. The cave was not idea for Ghetsis to sleep in, however he made due. His Hydreigon curled around him and the small Antenna Pokemon nestled close, helped lull him into a light slumber.

“Deep down you know this is right.”

“Tch, once I’ve returned I’m certain they wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me. Alder has his reputation and status to maintain.”

“And the creepy scientist?”

“He is not ‘creepy’,” Ghetsis argued. “Colores might be happy to know he is no longer needed to aid me. I wouldn’t….impose on his research after all.”

“Well you can still have me?”

Ghetsis sighed...and gently reached and gave the tiny Pokemon a skritch between the ears. He wasn’t going to admit aloud that besides being true; that it truly wasn’t a bad thing.

The Dedenne made a soft sound and leaned into the touch before sniffing the air again. “We’re on the right track.”  

Ghetsis sighs and pinched the bridge of his nose. The sooner they got out of this…

Well it wouldn’t be for the better, but it would be something.

--

Part 2;

One day. One whole day has passed. Luckily no reports of the former, heinous Team Plasma Leader being taken into authority, but that’s about the only positive thing Alder could think of.

Where could he have gone? How deep in the woods did Ghetsis manage to run into? He and Colress were out for nearly three hours, traversing any worn trial they came across in hopes to find something that would lead them in the right direction. Sadly the rainfall washed away any possible footprints leading from his cabin; but he tried to keep positive. Perhaps Ghetsis was trying to make his way back. They could hope to run into him, or at least find where he went off to after the storm.

There was a slight yelp, and Alder reacted. He quickly grabbed the back of Colress’ coat just as the ground gave way from under the scientist.

“This terrain doesn’t appear to be the type to have sudden drop offs like this,” Colress pointed out as Alder righted him.

“Surprisingly there are a good number of tunneling Pokemon around here.”

“...could Ghetsis have…”

Alder wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear that muttered statement. But now, thoughts rushed through his head.

What if that DID happen to Ghetsis?

They had to find him!

--

Part 3;

The suddenness of having the ground give from under him, brought panic in Ghetsis’ mind. He knew he was no state to take a severe fall without suffering any major injury--and with him still not knowing how close he was to returning to Alder’s home, he was certain he would infact be left out here to parish if that was the case.

His body reacted out of instinct. Grabbing the Antenna Pokemon, holding it to his chests as he curled in on himself as they tumbled through the dirt and leaves. He felt his left leg slam against something as their tumble finally came to a stop.

Ghetsis stayed curled up. Letting the dizziness and panic from the fall lessen.

“You’re not hurt? You-you’re okay?”

He sighed as the muscles in his body relaxed some. So he was still hearing the Antenna Pokemon at least.

“H-hey! Please can you hear me?”

“I can hear you fine...just...give me a moment,” he finally answered. His leg was throbbing. So this was definitely no dream. Part of him was still in denial of all of this, but it wasn’t all that surprising to him. The notion of communicating with Pokemon was still blasphemous. A ridiculous idea that just wasn’t plausible.

“Can you get up?”

His body wanted him to stay laying there. He felt drained from the fall, he didn’t want to move quite yet.

Then...he could feel it. The vibrations through the ground. Something was coming--

No…

A group of something was coming, quickly.

Ignoring the sparks of pain that coursed through him as he pushed himself up into a sitting position he looked up. He was able to see the trail he was walking along above him, a now sizeable chunk of it gone. He must have just stepped on a weak point at the right angle...with the right amount of weight to have it break free.

He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, as the vibrations grew, and the sound of hooves barreling toward him and the Dedenne.

Once again he felt his body tense as it curled up, shielding the Antenna Pokemon as the thunderous sound grew even closer. Then--

Nothing.

“Now what’s wit’ all this?” the voice had a drawl to it.

Ghetsis opened his good eye, not even realizing he closed it in the first place…

And found him face to face with a herd of Tauros. The largest one stepping forward, approaching him and the Antenna Pokemon. Ghetsis noted the notched horns, and the scarred snout.

“We fell,” The Dedenne began and looked up to where the trail was above.

The large Tauros looked up to see what the little Pokemon was looking at.  “Shoot, ain’t no real easy way gettin’ back up there neither.”

“But there is a way to get back to that trail?” Ghetsis asked absently, biting his lip afterwards. W-what was he doing!?

“Sure i--wait,” The Tauros looked at the man. Ghetsis was never aware a Pokemon could look shocked. “Did ya’ll just...understand--”

“He can! It that a problem?” The Dedenne snapped.

“Well ain’t the normal thing, ya know. Ain’t never came ‘cross a human that could understand us.”

“So can you help us?”

“Shoot...it’d feel awful wrong if’n I toldja no,” The Tauros admitted.

‘I’m insane. I completely lost it. I’m stuck in this delusional state with no hope of recover--Oh will you just stop it,’ Ghetsis shook his head as he argued with himself, before slowly standing up. His legs shook slightly, and when he went to step forward, he found himself collapsing to his knees once more.

“You’re hurt!” The Dedenne cried.

--

Part 4;

“Ghetsis!” Alder called as he and Colress made their way back to his little cabin. He was not starting to panic some. What if Ghetsis was hurt? What if he gotten caught in a mudslide? Granted the rain the night before wasn’t all that intense, but it was still a possibility.

What if he was attacked by a wild Pokemon? Would he remember how to battle? He only had two of his Pokemon from his team. It was all that Looker could recover from the scene of his accident. Along with the Dedenne, but that Pokemon was trained to be used in therapy, so he wasn’t aware of the moves it could use.   

“Ghetsis!”

Colress watched as the older man called out. His gestures becoming more and more frantic. He had to admit, he was also uneased by the fact that they haven’t found any trace of Ghetsis. Just the possibility of him being attacked…

The statistics alone made him want to shudder. He knew there was more area they could cover. But with just the two of them, and now approaching the 48 hour mark, the chances of finding Ghetsis unharmed were dwindling.

There had to be something he could do.

Something that could help.

Perhaps some algorithm...some data that he could--

“Ghetsis!” Colress called out after Alder.

It really wasn’t time to think...they needed to act.

--

“It’s up ahead!” The Dedenne squeaked.

“Is yer leg alright now?” The Wild Bull Pokemon asked as it slowed its trot down.

“I should be fine…” Ghetsis responded before realizing it. It was official. He accepted this. He accepted this delusion of his. He accepted that he was talking with Pokemon.  This was going to be his life now.

He wasn’t sure on if this was better or worse. He looked to the Tauros, as it kept its pace. It proved itself to be strong and capable; able to charge and break through boulders and downed trees with ease. His hand absently went to his pocket. He only had his Hydreigon and Cofagrigus with him. Where the rest of his team was, he couldn’t recall.

Everything was still so foggy. How DID he end up at Alder’s little cabin in Floccesy Town?

He shook his head as if it would help clear it.

“I hear something!” The Dedenne exclaimed as it hopped from Ghetsis’ shoulder to perch atop the Tauros’ head. “It’s your name.”

“My name?” Somebody was looking for him? Could it really be Alder...or Colress? But, why?

“So jus’ keep on ahead then?”

Ghetsis nodded a bit numbly. Maybe, right now, he shouldn’t question the motive behind somebody trying to find him.

--

Part 5;

He froze as he felt those strong arms wrap around him.

And seeing those woeful eyes look to him from behind those lenses.

How was it that these two...could just care for him?

He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. And heard the grumbling of the Antenna Pokemon as it charged up.

Pushing Alder back some, he plucked the Pokemon off his shoulder. Holding it by the scruff of it’s neck, while it’s tiny round body dangled. “Don't you even think about it.”

“B-but!”

“Don't care, I'm tired, we're going to bed,” he sighed as he walked past Alder and Colress. Ignoring the gaping look the Unova Champion gave him along with the look of complete confusion the former scientist.

He was tired. All he wanted to do was get some sleep.

“...I can still sleep on your pillow?”

–

“Even if I say no will it stop you?”

They both heard the little Pokemon give a squeaking “denne!” in response.

“Then why ask?”

Then the door to the master bedroom slammed shut.

--

“Den den,” the Pokemon scrubbed at it’s face before looking to it’s trainer. “Are you awake?”

“No I’m not,” Ghetsis replied , eyes still closed as he pulled the heavy blanket over him. So, it wasn’t a dream. A hallucination. What happened...it was true.

The Antenna Pokemon burrowed under the blanket. “I hear them pacing outside.”

“You’re not shocking them.”  

“Fine…”

Ghetsis sighed. He should get up and go out. Let Alder and Colores know he’s...alive at least. He couldn’t say he was alright. Because he wasn’t. Not in the slightest. Not anymore.

“You kept him.”

He was about to ask what the little Pokemon even meant, but it soon clicked with him. It was asking about the Tauros. He couldn’t explain it...but part of him, just couldn’t say no when it asked him to join him.

He let out a slow sight through his nose. “Yes, I did.”

--

“DEN! Dedenne den-den dedenne!”

Alder pulled back as the Antenna pokemon chittered and spat at him. All he did was approach Ghetsis to see how he was doing, after all he and Colress were concerned with how he acted when he finally returned the other day.

“Ah did I...do something wrong?”

Ghetsis grumbled and plucked the little pokemon off his shoulder, holding it once again by the scruff letting its little body dangle. “What did I tell you?”

“Den den dedenne…”

“Don’t be smart with me.”

Alder and Colress stood by and watched. I-it was almost as...as if--

“Ghetsis,” Colress began, able to get his thoughts together faster than the wandering Unova Champion. “Are, are you...conversing with that Dedenne?”

The former team leader sighed defeatedly, and placed the Antenna pokemon back atop his shoulder. “As much as I refuse to admit such a thing...”

“You can, understand it?” There was something underlying in Colress’ voice.

“I...suppose…” Ghetsis eyed the scientist.

“Ghetsis?” Alder finally spoke up.

“Alder, I do not wish to talk about this further,” he sighed.

“...it’s why you changed in the first place, wasn’t it?” The wandering Champion asked.

Dammit. He forgotten how observant the other was.

He looked to Alder. “I’ll answer that...if you explain to me why I’m even here.”

He tried his best not to revel as he saw the look of discomfort cross the Former Unova Champion’s face.

[btsxlami]

How Kim Namjoon ISNT as problematic as he was before and how he is growing/owning up to his past actions

(dick sclaimer, I am not and NEVER defending his actions in the past, they are not excusable and I am very sorry if I am offending you)

*at the end of the day I’m not forcing you to accept or support Namjoon, if you don’t want to.... I guess “fuck” with him because of his actions in the past thats totally okay 

*also dont feel as if I am biased towards him I’m trying to write this with a open mind, I won’t baby him and be like My POOR BABY AND WENT THRU SO MUCH BLAHDUFU

So lets start off with what  Namjoon did for him to be called problematic:

“Talking black as a talent”

Saying the n-word during Shinhwa’s cover (k but why did no one beef shinhwa tho?)

RM said: “When I first saw V and J-Hope, I couldn’t see them because they were too black.. Yeah when the nights get too dark I couldn’t find them.” (this was in English

Just cultural appropriation of black culture, like having dreads (many of my black friends referred to him as a blackboo

Also I don’t personally like the term “trying to act black” but my black friends said he was basically “a wannabe hoodman”.

His background

Overall I feel as if Namjoon had a little phase where he really was lost in identity (i talk about this more don’t attack me). Like I’m not saying LOL HE WAS HAVING A KPOP PHASE, but as he mentions further on in post he had a really closed minded view on hip hop.That rapping only had one style, one culture, one way to act and speak. When Namjoon first started rapping he had the whole dreadlocks thing going on, kind of showing that he believed you had to black in order to rap, overall he was receiving and interpretating a close minded view on hip hop. I definitely don’t think Namjoon has hateful thoughts against black people. But you can still NOT be racist and culturally appropriate. He was just being oblivious and ignorant that his actions are offensive (I explain this more).

How he learned from his mistakes (so basically the proof section of my rant)

*Acknowledging he had a close minded view on hip hop

Namjoon admits his mistakes, in his mixtape interview: in 2015

Q: You shouted, “Westside Till I Die” during ‘If I Ruled The World’.

RM: That’s well… I was really wrong then (laughter). After the album came out and I listened to it, I thought “Ah”. I think I was immersed in the emotions while recording and ended up shouting like that.

Q: What’s the specific reason why you feel you were wrong?

RM: First off, I didn’t even live in the 'west side’… And even if that song had a G-Funk sound, what I shouted wasn’t the way to respect the west coast hip-hop musicians. I believe there are many meanings inside the words “Westside Till I Die”. Sweat, struggles, pride, etc. Isn’t it a phrase that compressed all these factors of life.

Q: Are you saying that you overlooked the weight and complex undertones that the phrase has within hip-hop?

RM: That’s right. I believe it’s different from words like “Yo!” or “Check It!”. As a result, I was thoughtless.

Q: Are you admitting it to be a mistake?

RM: Further than a mistake, it was a wrong. I have nothing to say.

*honestly this part is really self explanatory. This interview was in 2015 while the song was in 2013. So he was basically justified how in the beginning of his career he was ignorant and oblivious to the real meaning of hip hop. You can definitely see his music grow for the better after this.

*Why I M Y S E L F personally forgave him for this action.

I feel as if this quote doesn't only signify him saying “west side” when he’s not from the west side, but him acknowledging his mistakes of having a close minded view hip hop IN G E N E R AL and being ignorant of “what hip hop is”. He definitely owned up to his actions “ Further than a mistake, it was a wrong.”

He acknowledges them and admitted to them “ First off, I didn’t even live in the 'west side “

and never repeated them ever since. His music now definitely doesn't fit the stereotype of rapping nowadays. Might I suggest watching politically woke MV “CHANGE” he did with black rapper WALE. 

Respecting black culture or hip hop’s origins (THIS IS PROBABLY ONE OF HIS MOST OPEN MINDED MOMENTS THIS IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST REASONS I FORGAVE HIM)

I’ve seen many people think Namjoon mocks black culture but this interview really opened up my eyes to many things and how we can learn from our mistakes

In this interview he did in 2015 >> you can really see how compared to the last interview, he seems more confident with what he is saying, he has no hesitation, and CLEARLY states what he feels about hip hop and black culture.

“There are two things that Warren G told me that I will never be able to forget. The first is, hip-hop is open to any one. Despite what your race is or where you’re from, hip-hop is a type of music that is always ready to give you space for anyone who enjoys hip-hop. So, don’t restrain yourself behind any type of prejudiced thought, and the other one was you’re doing well, so no matter what others say, believe in yourself and do what you want.”

This connects to what I mentioned before of Namjoon having a close minded view on hip hop before and thinking hip hop was associated to one certain race. Now he fully understands that hip hop is for everyone. 

“Defining hip-hop is the same as trying to define love. If there are 6 billion people in the world, then there are 6 billion definitions of love, and like that, each definition of hip-hop is different for each person. Of course, it’s possible to give a dictionary definition. In 1970, there was a person called DJ Herc in South Bronx. At a party that he was hosting, he set breaks on a beat and during that break, someone would be rapping, someone would be dancing, and someone else would be doing graffiti… That’s how hip-hop was born, and they call that the 4 elements of hip-hop, but dictionary definitions like these is something anyone knows, but to explain that spirit… In one word, it’s something that can’t be explained. It’s a way that expresses me as well as being a meaning for freedom and rebelling. Because it’s something where people play and have fun with, it can have messages of peace and love placed in it. If you compare it to a Pokemon, it’s like a Ditto. Personally, hip-hop to me is the world. The world that I’m living in… It’s difficult, right? To be honest, it’s still hard for me too.”

He is now owning up to his actions by making his own music about his own life. His own hip hop.

“The culture of shooting guns and doing drugs is not the actual self of hip-hop. It’s just become a by-product that appeared around hip-hop music, it’s not the actual self of hip-hop. Although there’s a certain image that pops up clearly when you think of hip-hop fashion, that’s also becoming something that’s more broad. Look at A$AP Rocky or Kanye West. They don’t wear pants that drag around any more. To understand ‘swag’, you need to understand what kind of meaning ‘making it on your own’ has in hip-hop. Making it on your own is a very cool and important concept in hip-hop. I’ll use Jay-Z as an example. Jay-Z was a drug dealer. He’s someone that sold drugs on the rooftop of a very large stadium called Barclays Center, but he succeeded and bought that building. After buying that building, he dressed up in hip-hop and then went up to the rooftop and looked down at that building. Then they took a picture of that and posted it. After seeing that, everyone died. Kya… Just how cool is that?”

Namjoon acknowledges that there are many stereotypes associated with hip hop and also a “culture” to it. But he should try to do his own thing and not generalize.

Namjoon’s personal apologies

Personally I noticed especially for bighit, when it comes to western fans that seem to have a problem with what BTS is doing they never allow their idols to apologize. I’ve seen Namjoon apologizing facing korean fan based controversies.

The two interviews were already big indicators of how Namjoon grew from a close minded hip hop enthusiast to his own rapper and artist, but I found one v live where he personally talked about his actions as a general. He wasnt as specific but it was short and sweet kinda XD. 

Long story short he mentions how he apologizes if his action ever offended anyone and that he was oblivious that what he could say or do could cause others harm (relate to this man) and finally how he needs to hold responsibility and think before he acts and speaks.

Overall I am saying that Namjoon isnt an idol who made the best decisions in his life but he definitely should not be viewed as someone who is evil but at the same time I don’t view  him as someone who is a wOKE KING!212 Mistakes are mistakes but its how you own up to them which ultimately says how you are as a person.

He is human after all and instead of degrading him I simply just recognized his growth and willingness to learn and that was enough for me.

[rhythmantics]

a collection of doodles; stuff for a 3rd Orre game idea I bounce around sometimes and a couple of OCs

the dream is to one day make a fangame for the orre series

tbh with the way pokemon currently is i don’t trust them at all to handle orre

xd was already Lighter and Softer than colo, and i can only shudder to imagine how much lighter they’ll crank that dial. we might even see shit like...routes...and wild pokemon on them...like??

the orre games had this wonderful moral ambiguity and urban decay that i don’t think pokemon is capable of catering to right now, since they’re trying so hard to have this image these days of this sprawling, kid-focused series. and yeah, s/m’s story got dark and shit, but the game wasn’t marketed that way, and it’s more of a juicy tidbit than the core of the experience.

If a third orre game isn’t unnecessarily gritty and edgy then, like, what’s even the point lol

So i do have rpg maker xp and I do have pokemon essentials and i think i’ve more or less worked out the mechanics i need to have implemented, but i dont think i ahve the time to spare to actually finish it in any capacity because the amount of new assets i’d have to create - tiles, character models, etc - is so massive it would realistically take me several, several months even if i was doing it as a full-time job

so in any case here are some ideas to titillate your interest:

GAMEPLAY:

level scaling across the entire game, across every trainer (possible to turn off for a more traditional pokemon experience). Regular trainers would be set ~3 levels below your team, “strong” trainers (ie cail, rider willie) would be set at your team, and bosses would always be a few levels above. The only place this wouldn’t apply would be Mount Battle, which is, after all, a side challenge. This mechanic would pretty much do away with the need for level grinding except to balance out team levels. reasoning: the orre games are known for their higher difficulty curve, and this plays off it. Double battles also make for very interesting avenues of strategy exploration; with bosses always a little tougher than you are the hope is you might wipe out a couple times before figuring out a winning strategy.

Lucky egg given early but no exp. share.

higher catch rate on shadow pokemon - since the game would start you out at lvl 25 and honestly this is just an anti-frustration feature

Again, level scaling can be turned off for a more traditional experience, but the idea would be that the levels would get pretty high pretty fast, and by midgame you’d be going up against lvl 55s and stuff (just enough to start encountering some salamences and flygons), hopefully ending the game in the 80′s.

Pokedex -> strategy memo, and seen = obtained. Strategy memo actually contains opinions from the player character rather than just standard “animal facts” type stuff.

No routes! Just cities! Pokespots still in effect to limit the player’s pool of usable pokemon.

Missed pokemon integrated with pokespots or maybe made un-faintable so you have to catch them because i’m really not that good at programming guys

SETTINGS:

Orre is a cold desert. I know technically it’s based on the Arizona desert, and I’ve been there, but friggin look at the fashion, these people would all get heatstrokes in a matter of seconds.

So to that end, my orre is actually based on the Atacama Desert, whose topography not only resembles Orre’s (volcanic mountains on one side, ocean on the other), but is a cold desert (with daytime temperatures peaking around 60 degrees F) and is considered the driest desert in the world, with some places having not seen rain in centuries, having been compared to Mars in regards to how uninhabitable it is.

you know, like how apparently wild pokemon can’t survive in orre except at the pokespots.

also the orre colosseum looks just like the atacama hand and i dont think that’s a coincidence

canyons, oases, underground rivers and deep underground cave systems, forests to the northeast and a coast that’s actually somewhat habitable via fog collection

THE UNDER IS BACK

gateon renamed Io Port (the japanese name) to go with the gem/mineral naming scheme of the rest of the game. Plaque added outside lighthouse reading “Io Lighthouse” (GEDDIT)

cipher key lair being torn down by reformed eldes, working with lovrina and gorigan, in order to create an amusement park, hopefully to be an international tourist attraction of the more innocent variety than realgam

Areas given a name. Desert is orre desert, northwest forest is Tempor Forest, mountain range is Kabla Mountains, keeping in line with Eclo Canyon

A new town named Appoak, one of those aforementioned fog-collection coastal villages, which has the distinct honor of being the place you buy your wildflower seeds, which are often scattered in the desert as funerary rites because it’s kind of hard to build a grave out there and this is a tradition that natives of orre held long before the settlers/miners came in and which has overtaken the settlers/miners’ traditions, especially during and after the starvation riots that happened after the majority of the mines ran dry and the companies stopped sending their support to the workers that were now effectively stranded in one of the harshest environments on the planet.

Dead were littered on the streets, no one had the ability to bury them all, and so the tradition of scattering flower seeds instead of erecting graves that would simply be wiped out in the next sandstorm (and have you ever tried to dig a hole in dry sand) became popular since it felt like more closure

Anyways Appoak cultivates desert flowers year-round and sells the seeds and performs funerary rites, as a result it’s considered something of a sacred locale in that no one wants to mess with it because you have no idea who you might be pissing off whose loved one was buried with Appoak rites

CHARACTERS:

Michael, 5 years later, now 18 (in xd he’s called an “unknown teen” by ONBS and honestly he’s so short that i’d feel bad if he was older than 13 at the time of the game) is your player character! Trainer class Lab Kid, with a cool hover-scooter, who is now officially a staff member at the Lab HQ as a result of reaching adulthood (though he’s been helping out with field research long before that.)

Your starter is a sylveon, level 25, because this Michael is not a blank-slate character, and sylveon is both in character and doesn’t conflict with any choice of eeveelution from the first game. In fact, this michael made it through the entirety of the first game without evolving his Eevee, like an absolute madman.

Lily and Jovi start the game off overseas giving lectures on shadowfication and purification, mostly so that i don’t have to create their sprites. But also because them leaving is an excuse for them to take all your pokemon from the first game with them, for “demonstration purposes,” leaving you with just your eeveelution and maybe some second pokemon-i-don’t-know-what-yet-probably-your-choice-of-any-starter so you can hurry up and get to the double battles without sacrificing an ability to make a choice on your starter.

Wes is in the game and he is an asshole and you will love him

Cail actually serves a plot purpose

Cameos from all your favorite admins and named characters from Colo/XD, most of which remain unfought until either late or post-game (because the focus is on the new story, you know?)

Miror B and flunkies at Io Port, the proud owners of a popular and, more importantly, lucrative new ludicolo dance act.

Eldes, trying to make up for his past, sponsoring an amusement park being worked on by Lovrina and her brother, with Gorigan overseeing the construction. Snattle offhandedly mentioned as having been elected governer by default (no one else was running) and helping with greenlighting these projects since he and eldes are, apparently, sand-golf buddies and eldes has been twisting his ear for the greater good

also eldes wears a dress shirt with hawaiian print on it

Dakim lives on mt battle now

not as, like, part of the mt battle challenge. he just . sorta. lives there.

Venus is now the onbs weather girl and onbs can’t decide whether they like her or hate her

the jail squad: greevil, nascour, and evice. They’re poker buddies. orre jail for the rich is basically a retirement home because orre is ridiculously corrupt.

ardos? ein? well...

PLOT

So, your field assignment is to collect samples of M18 - also known in Almia by the name of “Dark Crystal” and sometimes colloquially referred to as “shadow crystal” in Orre - for research.

As you probably already assumed, this stuff works as a catalyst for shadowfication and Orre happens to be supernaturally abundant, though it having been strip-mined out by cipher during the last two cipher events has made it much rarer (and it’s theorized by NPCs that the return of wild pokemon may have something to do with the lessened M18 presence).

touching it initiates a small flashback cutscene, as it’s apparently transformed from normal quartz into M18 by the abundance of negative feelings somehow (again, you’re collecting it for study) so that’s how we get some nice backstory about michael’s dead dad (who isn’t eldes, sorry guys, he’s a guy named Prof. Taiga because - haha - Taiga Lily) and other characters

Somehow this investigation leads you to the first rumblings of a resurgence of cipher, who is also collecting M18, though for much more nefarious purposes

So, anyways, in XD, when you beat ardos in the orre colosseum, he sent you a creepy-ass email declaring that he’s basically gonna stalk you forever and kill you during cipher’s - what, third? - third coming, which he’s totally gonna do. Sequel hook! which comes true! because HELLO, your opponent is Ardos, who’s been working in secret this whole time, plotting your demise.

Also ein is there, which is important because...

QUICK HEADCANON BREAK

In colosseum, Cipher specifically targets Celebi because they know celebi’s power is directly tied with undoing shadowfication. (Material in-game suggests that celebi has been responsible for purification for generations of rui’s family, which means cipher didn’t INVENT shadowfication, but they did create a method for doing it ARTIFICIALLY)

However, in XD, cipher doesn’t target agate at ALL. they never even step foot in it. In fact, they’re so woefully underinformed about purification that they feel the need to kidnap Prof. Krane over it.

How does that happen?

Well, we know cipher in game 2 is the main branch, and cipher in game 1 is actually just an orre side branch. Whose only real plan with shadow pokemon was just to rig up really exciting and morally inexcusable colosseum matches for rich people to bet on. No world domination in game one!

So my theory is this: Cipher orre branch created shadowfication basically on a whim and tried to make money off it, which you stopped. When you stopping it attracted attention, cipher main branch had to take notice, and realized that, hey - fucking shadow pokemon ,fuckin world domination, right??? so they promptly took over all of cipher orre branch’s operations and replaced the old personnel with new ones from main branch, while forcing them to hand over their research.

Ein did not take being fired well.

In fact, he took it so poorly that he made sure to destroy all his information on purification before handing over his research.

Cipher in game 2 has no idea the connection between Celebi and purification.

BACK TO THE PLOT

Because Ein has been re-hired by Cipher, he brought with him his knowledge of purification.

They know about celebi.

Also wes is there? He plays a major role, mostly after it’s revealed he’s actually a cipher admin.

...His eevee and espeon are missing.

time travel shenanigans idk

it rains at the climax for the first time in 10 years!

this is a wip

if this is interesting to you guys lmk! im always open to talking about it more in-depth or hearing ideas. hahah...

[socialmediaruinslives]

How Much Is Too Much?

Society as whole is more connected than ever. We are able to reach people on opposite sides of the world in seconds. The technology advancements we are seeing today is incredible to witness and experience. However, something that media doesn’t discuss as often as it should, is the effect these developments can have on our lives. It feels as if every month there is a new social media platform that everyone gets excited to join exactly how Instagram, Twitter and Facebook came to be. People wanted to be more connected and they got it. I find it fascinating that I can speak to my family thousands of miles away in minutes and see how they live their lives online. When writing this paper, I don’t mean to sound cynical. Social media is not some horrible monster ruining everything, but it can be to certain people. Teenagers now, more than ever are getting addicted to platforms like Instagram and Snapchat, fearing disconnection from their peers even though they see them every day in school. I have a 15-year-old brother who suffers from anxiety and has to go to a therapist every other week. He says he has no friends and that he doesn’t fit in. This was shocking to hear since he is so active on social media with hundreds of friends commenting, liking his pictures all the time. He texts about 30 people a day, all day long. How come he feels so disconnected? He tells me that everyone online is fake and that the people he talks to don’t actually talk to him in real life. Having been away from high school for three years now, it is hard to process that this is the experience teenagers are dealing with at their age. Examining this issue will help us understand what these platforms can do to our mental health and overall quality of life.

Recently, I deleted my online profiles on platforms such as Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and Snapchat because I realized how unhappy and exhausted it made me to be online all the time. I felt like I was not in control which is a perfect example of hegemony. A process that dominates a society without force and without you realizing. Antonio Gramsci’s article “Hegemony, Intellectuals, and the State”, discusses hegemony and the power it has over our everyday lives. He states, “All men are intellectuals, one could therefore say: but not all men have in society the function of intellectuals” (Gramsci 77).  This quote can be used to explain how we access information through media today. Simply put, although everyone has a brain, not everyone knows how to use it. People can be easy to control and manipulate online, especially vulnerable audiences like children. More children have access to social media platforms so they are constantly exposed to shorter bursts of content on Instagram and Snapchat, for instance. Fast, easy to understand information is what media has to keep up with to appeal to younger generations. Young adults don’t bother reading long articles about what is happening in the world when it can be summed up in two sentences. The idea of hegemony comes into play when discussing why we think the way that we do. We like to think that as individuals and as a society, we are in control of what we see online but that is far from the truth. We see ads curated on our websites that have to do with our lives in one way or another based on our search history, occupation, or recent conversation. There are higher powers in charge of us, so we are spoon-fed specific information that will appeal to us sometimes without even realizing. If I googled Nike shoes, within the next few days, I will be seeing ads on certain websites showing me deals on Nike shoes, enticing me to buy them. We see what they want us to see and nothing more unless we look closer. Gramsci also wrote, “Educative and formative role of the State. Its aim is always that of creating new and higher types of civilisation; of adapting the ‘civilisation’ and the morality of the broadest popular masses to the necessities of the continuous development of the economic apparatus of production; hence of evolving even physically new types of humanity (Gramsci 80). By dumbing down the masses by using social media and other media platforms, people in power stay in power, and ultimately, we are the ones getting exploited by marketing, and free advertising, all because of the power of social media.

In the reading “Alienation” and “The Consumer Society” by Arthur Berger, important concepts of separation, distance and capitalism is discussed. Berger writes, “One thing that advertising does is divert people’s attention from social and political concerns and steer that attention toward narcissistic and private concerns” (Berger 52). This statement couldn’t be truer today. When looking on a news site, you might see articles about the current political climate or a new development that can be revolutionary buried amongst articles about the lives of celebrities or how to lose weight with one simple trick. We know that people are living in horrible conditions all over the world, yet we focus on the lives of those with more fame and money who ultimately, don’t matter at all. As a society, we focus a lot more on everything else except ourselves. Not everyone is like this, of course. It is the majority, however, that don’t realize that there is a problem with the way we see media and if certain things do not change, this could completely ruin our mental health. After going off the grid, I can tell that my mood has changed for good. I am much happier and more productive with my time. Before, I always worried about what people would think about what I posted, tweeted, etc. We are blinded by what is presented to us and cannot break from the cycle unless really stepping back from it all. Media will follow us everywhere, but it is our job to be aware of what is good for us and what is not and to assess if it is really making us happy. On this topic of social media, fake media and society, it is important to focus on the concept of “the public sphere”. The article “The Public Sphere: An Encyclopedia Article” by Jürgen Habermas explains the idea of power and how power is used to manipulate an audience. Habermas discusses the power of the bourgeoisie in a public sphere, mentioning how the discussion amongst private individuals “threatens to disintegrate with the structural transformation of the public sphere itself” (Habermas 79). Meaning, the idea of a public sphere is where public opinion can be formed, and when private powers are included with more of a say, it defeats the whole purpose of what a public sphere should be, an equal representation of a society’s opinion. This example can explain the way our government works and as people, we do have a say, yet certain aspects of our lives like media is still out of our control. It is interesting to watch world media develop over time. Before, we got our news by newspaper and a handful of other sources, now we see more and more articles reporting the same news but from hundreds of different angles. So how do you know who to trust? How much is too much when it comes to our mental health and the way we receive information? I hope these questions don’t go unanswered as we advance in this age of rapid fire connection.

This image shows a car swerving right, choosing social media platforms (Instagram, Facebook, Twitter) over mental health. This depicts what most people choose when it comes to their life online. That social media is more important than a healthy mental state. 

Source: Pre-generated meme from https://imgflip.com/memegenerator

This meme is referencing how most people present the best version of themselves online. This depicts Ash from Pokemon being happy and cheery while Pikachu is more mellow and that is how people really are most of the time. 

Source: Original meme made from Pokémon: The First Movie screenshot

This meme shows how much we crave attention online. Eleven from Stranger Things is shown with ego boxes that are “upvotes” and above it says “Give Me More”. Many people online constantly crave attention and validation by likes, comments, upvotes, etc. 

Source: Original meme made from Stranger Things screenshot

Works Cited

Arthur Asa Berger, “Alienation” and “The Consumer Society” in Media Analysis Techniques.

Antonio Gramsci, “Hegemony, Intellectuals and the State,” in Cultural Theory and Popular Culture: A Reader, ed. John Storey, pp. 75-80. New York: Routledge, 1994[2013].

Jürgen Habermas, “The Public Sphere,” in Media and Cultural Studies: KeyWorks, 2nd ed., eds. Meenakashi Gigi Durham and Douglas M. Kellner, pp. 75-79. Malden, MA: Blackwell 2012.

[melissa-goes-to-italy]

Week One Done

           Mom asked me while video chatting if I had another blog post coming, and I figured I probably should spend some time writing this. I am exhausted. Maybe that will be my theme of this entry, because it seems to be the principle sentiment thus far…

           I have been in Italy for basically 5 days now and I can officially say I’m settled. I finally got to the store to get my sacred treaties too!

My sleep schedule isn’t screwed up, as I anticipated… but I work 7 hour days in a very social setting, and when I come ‘home’ I speak Italian all night long. I take about an hour to ninety minutes to for my riposo, and usually after that, dinner is ready. I love my host-family and their dog… but speaking Italian at such frequency makes my brain tired. I have to get back into the habit of making it automatic! I enjoy passing time with them all outside: having prosecco, playing Soccer and tennis with the kids, and playing with Tialgo the Golden Retriever.

           It’s so nice to be in a home, and to not really worry about food and my amenities. My host-mom has been so hospitable and accommodating, I owe her so much. My room is so comfortable and it’s so easy to fall asleep in this bed at night. The kids are fun too, once I outed myself as a Pokemon fan, I quickly gained the respect of the three kids and they gave me a phat stack o’ Pokemon cards.

           Camp itself is fun. My co-director comes to get me around 8:40 and we arrive to the Oratorio di San Luigi about 5 minutes later to set up. An oratorio is basically a church annex space where groups can hold meetings, or in our case a camp, without having a real affiliation with the church… as long as we pay rent! It’s really the perfect space. We have an indoor classroom space that we use for storage, and for a potential rainy day…but believe me when I tell you…we have had nothing but hot, sunny, clear days…for better or for worse. This is the end of week one, and we had five kids… two of which are the children of my co-director, so when the other three arrive, we get started. We hold camp 90% of the time outdoors. Of ten activities, only one is done inside: Cooking, and it’s done in our kitchen! So far we have made a no-bake chocolate cookie, peanut butter bars, something with graham cracker crumbs that is totally escaping me, a banana bread mug cake, and yesterday a cinnamon muffin mug cake. Today was Oreo Bark made with white chocolate and oreos!! March and April I think I ate more Oreos than I ever have in my life (see: School-Related Stress, Life-Related Stress, Deliciousness; SO to you, Lavoie, for feeding my addiction) … so eating them as a snack, and not as a form of stress-eating was different. The kids love cooking almost as much as they love eating their confections.

           We like to spend about an hour after playing camp games. Red Light, Green Light has been a big hit, and a variation of Wonderball has been too. Today I introduced Jump the Brook, and it went over well. We also bought Water Balloons at Auchan, a superstore that would put Walmart to shame. I try to find fun games for the kids to play because this is indeed a summer camp, but the catch is that it’s an English one. As fun as it is, we see the kids struggle sometimes with the language. I hate to see that frustration or lack of understanding, but it’s my job to rephrase what I want to happen and make them understand. I do a lot of modeling, and I do-We do- You do stuff, like my good ol’ Education Profs preached about. It seems to help the students who are lower in understanding, which is nice.

           After our hour of games, we run to the tables and wait for the black SUV to drive up to deliver two big, black Styrofoam containers full of hot food. This is what sets this summer camp apart from others I’ve participated in: catered lunch. Maybe I’m a naïve American but the food is outstanding. I purposely eat a small breakfast because I want to enjoy as many of the three courses as I can. Usually I am unsuccessful. Current favorite food I’ve had: pasta al ragù. It’s a meat sauce on any pasta (so far I’ve had it with gemelli and penne) and it has hit the spot both times. Naturally Nutella and Gelato are a part of this holy food experience, but that goes without saying. Lunch really is The Meal here in Italy, and even if we’re at a summer camp, it is imperative that we eat well.

At this point, the kids usually watch an episode or two of popular Disney Channel Show “Good Luck Charlie” while I prepare for the afternoon and my co-director washes dishes. We usually have a mini-meeting in the kitchen and talk about the afternoon science experiments after the day’s lesson. That’s right, we don’t just play games and cook all day. We learn! Each day we devote time to talking about a famous person and their life accomplishments. Students write this information in their VIP Books, and each one looks a little different depending on the level of each students. This week, our lessons included Jane Goodall, Roald Dahl, Neil Armstrong, Meryl Streep, and Barack Obama. The favorites were Obama and Dahl!

           And on Fridays (today), we have an art teacher come for an American Art lab. Today we did a short (literally 5 minute) lesson on Pollock, and then we got to paint in his Action Style. I say “we” because I did it too, of course. It was messy and I wore the paint like the kids, but it was so fun and really relaxing. Art is a great way to express feelings, and lately I have had a lot of those. A lot of the kids had fun, kicking their shoes off and enjoying getting paint everywhere. It was very freeing, and man, do I need to break out the acrylics more because it feels good and therapeutic. At first during the Pollock presentation, the kids were hesitant but immediately even the most reserved got really engaged in the expressive activity. It was so nice to see.

           We ended the day with a presentation to parents on what the kids accomplished during the week. The paintings were still drying, so we started with those, then the kids talked about some of the famous people we studied this week. It was very cute, and I loved giving out awards at the ceremony! To me they seemed a little silly, but when I saw the smiles of the kids, it was immediately worth it, and I’m excited to do it again for the next four weeks.

           So yeah… it’s a full day! So full in fact that I have been living for my early evening naps, or at least laying down. My feet are barking right now because I was on my feet all day and we played a lot of games that involved running all week. I am tired. Tired when I woke up, tired at camp, tired after camp, and tired now before bed. This has been exhausting, but I’m having so much fun, even after my 7 hour days. Really. It’s been so freeing and nice to be in Italy with literally no obligations. I finished my summer semester with a 4.0 and don’t have to really worry about hard classes until January.

           I have Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday to chill out, and man, do I need it. Today (7/7/17) is 91 degrees, and it’s so hot, and it’ll only be hotter tomorrow. I am blessed to have air conditioning in my room. Maybe now that I have time, I’ll whip out my DS and school some Italians in Pokemon! Really represent I Stati Uniti in video games too!

You know, I’m in a pretty good place- 4 classes away from a Master’s Degree, and in my favorite country in the world. Not too shabby, and could be a lot worse. How many people can say they will have a Master of Science ever? How many people can say “Oh yeah, I worked in Italy during the summer” in all seriousness? I’m so lucky and grateful that this opportunity came around, otherwise I would have been struggling for a summer job in Irondequoit again. Nope.  No thanks. Yes, I am working, but it really doesn’t feel like it. And that’s the best part.

 M.  

[alexinafterglow]

Chocolate-green tea baby

Hello baby!!! After months of looking for this ask I FINALLY FOUND IT without further ado here it is. ice cream askschocolate: when was your first kiss? My first kiss was last August w the cutest baby in the world!french vanilla: how old are you? I’m 18 and I have for like 2 months almost FUCK ME UP JERRYcotton candy: three places you want to travel to? Canada, Maryland, and probably Seattle. strawberry: a language you wish you could speak? I wish I could speak German and more fluently French.coffee: favorite cosmetic brands? YO NYX FUCC ME UPPPPPmint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors? Indoors easily I don’t enjoy the outdoors too much.cookie dough: do you play any instruments? I’m learning how to play the guitar, piano, and (don’t judge) the harmonica.rocky road: favorite songs at the moment? Literally any all time low song or marianas trench.butter pecan: favorite songs for life? Friday I’m in love- the cure,any lady gag or Britney spears song, all time low or mtrench.cheesecake: what's your zodiac sign? Capricorn.toasted coconut: the beach or the pool? The pool I hate going to the beach tbh.chocolate chip: what's your most popular post? I posted a text that said, “ one time at h&m i thought a guy was a mannequin so i started feeling the material of his coat and i screamed when he moved and we were both really freaked out”bubblegum: books or movies? Damn that’s hard probably books I love them both so much.pistachio: manga or anime? I like reading more than watching so ig manga.salted caramel: favorite movies? La la land, the goonies, space jam, lilo and stitch.birthday cake: favorite books? My memory is shit tm so as soon as I get home I’ll edit this one.moose tracks: favorites for manga? Dragon ball/z/gt ripp, Soul Eater, Noragami, Bleach, Pokemon lmao.orange sherbet: favorites for anime? Same as mangas.peanut butter: favorite academic subject? English, after all I’m dating an engish major lmao.black raspberry: do you have any pets? I have a cat that hates me. As soon as I move I’m getting more animals.mango: when and why did you start your blog? I think it was like 2014/13 and a friend (not Key lmao) asked me to then in like 2015 I brought this back because Key asked me to.mocha: ideal weather conditions? When it’s like shady and windy but like not too dark and not blowing my fucking hair off of my head.black cherry: four words that describe you? Caring,savage, cool, and chaotic evil.neapolitan: things that stress you out? Having something due like the next day,trying to record and edit videos.raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music? Alternative.chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy? Mnms, resses (literally every type like the fast break bars, pieces,original,ect),snikers,cotton candy,swedish fish.toffee: a card game that you're good at? Go fish lmao, magic the gathering, pokemon lmao .lemon custard: do you eat breakfast? Not usually bc I wake up like at luch.dark chocolate: turn ons? Everything Key has. I’ll answer this and the next one serious later.fudge: turn offs? Anyone who isn’t Key.peach: how do you relax? I lay back and listen to the sound of my beautiful girlfriend while I/we either watch something, read, or play games.praline: a popular book you haven't read yet?superman: do you like sweaters? I LOVE SWEATERS I OWN LIKE ONE FOR EVERY DAY AHHHcherry: do you drink tea or coffee? I'll drink both but I mainly drink tea unless it's a frappe. dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play? My guitar that I'm learning, the drums. blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yes literally every time Key makes a joke. ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have? Have pics on text blogs like on the dash version. blueberry lemon: favorite blog? @alextogroundcontrolalmond: favorite mean girls quote? I haven't really watched mean girls rip. butterscotch: what color are your nails right now? Unfortunately clear bc I'm at school. cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to? I think everyone has. blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?lmao Key for like 3 yearscappuccino crunch: do you take naps? Literally every day lmao. mint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done? I have no clue at all I do so many things lmao. brownie batter: do you like sushi? I haven't tried it I don't really know. key lime: where do you want to be right now? In my future house w key. red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses? Yes I'm literally the next best thing to blind. green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream? Cookie dough, rocky road,birthday cake,chocolate chip mint,vanilla,ect.

[find-your-rp-partner]

Lookin' for RPs 'n' Stuff

<b>Name:</b> Shroom <b>Age:</b> 22 <b>Timezone:</b> MST

<b>About Me:</b> I'm an animation student in the grand ole state of Utah with a deep-seated passion for high fantasy and sci-fi roleplay. I've been roleplaying off and on for somewhere around 10 years.

<b>Genres I'm Into:</b> <b>High Fantasy</b>--my first and true love. Dragons, elves, magic, killin' stuff--it's all good. I like to build my fantasy worlds from the ground-up--original species, lore, environments, etc. etc. It's even better if you take equal part in creating our world. <b>Sci-Fi.</b> I'm a little new to the genre, but I'm becoming rather fond of it. Robots, aliens, cool guns, more killin' stuff--yes, yes, yes. I like it all. Like with High Fantasy, I prefer to design our roleplay world from top to bottom. <b>Sci-Fi/Fantasy Fusion.</b> A little hard to explain, but I'll do my best. The best comparison I can give is to James Cameron's Avatar: super tech'd-up humans show up on an alien planet where the natives use magic. Racial tension and killin' stuff ensues. This is, of course, only one example. There are plenty of ways to mix these two beautiful genres together. <b>Post-Apocalyptic/Fantasy Fusion.</b> Again, a little hard to explain. There are two settings in this genre that I've tried so far: first, a highly-developed Earth AU inhabited by both humans and fantasy creatures experiences a nuclear and magical fallout. Stuff gets mutated, people go crazy, and there's lots of killin' things. Second, a fantasy world experiences a surge in whatever magic governs it. The human inhabitants are transformed into strange, twisted versions of themselves and fights break out among the newly-created races. Stuff gets killed. <b>Fantasy Parody.</b> If you've read anything by Terry Pratchett, you know what I'm talking about. Just a whole lot of nonsense and absurd characters in a fantasy setting.

<b>Some Other Stuff You Should Know:</b> I like <b>Romance.</b> Who doesn't, amirite? There are a few caveats to this, however: <b>1.</b> I don't smut. Ever. Kissing's fine, cuddling's fine, but I draw the line there. If I were to ever get to the point where a sex scene was even a remote possibility, it'd be fade-to-black. Am I likely to let things get to that point. Not on your life. But we can still have a great roleplay without getting all weird and horny and stuff, so please don't let my prudishness deter you. <b>2.</b> Romance isn't my top priority. If it happens naturally, that's awesome! If we want a romance, I'll work with you to create a character that will be compatible with yours. But I won't force something that obviously isn't happening, and I will get so bored if the romance takes over the entire plot. Some of my favorite roleplays haven't even strayed close to any kind of romance, and they were still amazing. <b>3.</b> I prefer M/F. I've tried M// and F// and I just plain suck at it. I am apparently so straight that I can't even pretend to be gay. If you want to play an LGBT/non-binary character, by all means! Just be aware that I probably won't be able to write a romance with them. <b>Violence.</b> YESSSSSS (if you hadn't already figured that out). I really don't have any limits here. <b>Language.</b> I won't use it, but I don't mind if you do <i>within reason.</i> I trust that you can figure out what that means.

<b>The Stuff I'm Not Into/Will Not Do:</b> Smut. Slice of Life. Urban/Modern Fantasy <b>Unless you already have an amazing plot idea that I totally love.</b> Most Fandom Stuff except the very short list below

I don't feel like writing a novel here so if you have questions just ask.

<b>Fandoms:</b> If someone wanted to do a <b>Pokemon Mystery Dungeon</b> roleplay I might just die of happiness. Explorers of Sky is my favorite. I'm familiar with all of the Pokeymans through Gen 6 and I kind of know stuff about Gen 7. <b>Legend of Zelda</b> I've never tried a LoZ roleplay before, but I do love the games oh so much so I could probably do it if you don't mind holding my hand while I figure out how to do a fandom roleplay.

<b>Post Length and Frequency:</b> My average reply is about two paragraphs, 3rd person past-tense. Sometimes I'll give you a novel, but that's usually only if I'm trying to move the story along. I don't believe in word count just for the sake of word count. If I can express an idea succinctly, I will.

I try to reply as many times in a day as I can. I do have some semblance of a life (shocking, I know) but I'm on a computer or my phone most of the day so I can usually reply within a few hours if not minutes.

<b>What I Look For in a Partner:</b> I'd like someone who can match me in reply length and frequency. Reply frequency is less important than length; if you don't roleplay during every waking hour, that's probably healthy. I'll totally love you if we do roleplay every waking hour, though.

I don't want to be the only one carrying the story and coming up with ideas. I want to be surprised by you and your ideas.

I'd like to be friends. I like to chat and I have some comment to make after pretty much every post I make. I also like to make art of my roleplay stuff and will probably bombard you with rp doodles.

<b>Contact:</b> <b>shroommuu</b> (skype--i answer most quickly here, and i also prefer roleplay here. please include your name in your contact request) <b>mouldy.k@gmail.com</b> (i am fine roleplaying over email, but would prefer that we have some kind of chat client so we can plot and chat and so on. google docs is also fine if supplemented with a chat client.) I have literally no idea how livejournal works so please don't contact me here because I won't know how to respond to you.

[fyrapartnersearch]

Seeking long-term partner for original rp (and like 2 fandoms)

Name: Shroom

Age: 22

Timezone: MST

About Me: I’m an animation student in the grand ole state of Utah with a deep-seated passion for high fantasy and sci-fi roleplay. I’ve been roleplaying off and on for somewhere around 10 years.

Genres I’m Into:

High Fantasy–my first and true love. Dragons, elves, magic, killin’ stuff–it’s all good. I like to build my fantasy worlds from the ground-up–original species, lore, environments, etc. etc. It’s even better if you take equal part in creating our world.

Sci-Fi. I’m a little new to the genre, but I’m becoming rather fond of it. Robots, aliens, cool guns, more killin’ stuff–yes, yes, yes. I like it all. Like with High Fantasy, I prefer to design our roleplay world from top to bottom.

Sci-Fi/Fantasy Fusion. A little hard to explain, but I’ll do my best. The best comparison I can give is to James Cameron’s Avatar: super tech’d-up humans show up on an alien planet where the natives use magic. Racial tension and killin’ stuff ensues. This is, of course, only one example. There are plenty of ways to mix these two beautiful genres together.

Post-Apocalyptic/Fantasy Fusion. Again, a little hard to explain. There are two settings in this genre that I’ve tried so far: first, a highly-developed Earth AU inhabited by both humans and fantasy creatures experiences a nuclear and magical fallout. Stuff gets mutated, people go crazy, and there’s lots of killin’ things. Second, a fantasy world experiences a surge in whatever magic governs it. The human inhabitants are transformed into strange, twisted versions of themselves and fights break out among the newly-created races. Stuff gets killed.

Fantasy Parody. If you’ve read anything by Terry Pratchett, you know what I’m talking about. Just a whole lot of nonsense and absurd characters in a fantasy setting.

Some Other Stuff You Should Know:

I like Romance. Who doesn’t, amirite? There are a few caveats to this, however:

1. I don’t smut. Ever. Kissing’s fine, cuddling’s fine, but I draw the line there. If I were to ever get to the point where a sex scene was even a remote possibility, it’d be fade-to-black. Am I likely to let things get to that point. Not on your life. But we can still have a great roleplay without getting all weird and horny and stuff, so please don’t let my prudishness deter you.

2. Romance isn’t my top priority. If it happens naturally, that’s awesome! If we want a romance, I’ll work with you to create a character that will be compatible with yours. But I won’t force something that obviously isn’t happening, and I will get so bored if the romance takes over the entire plot. Some of my favorite roleplays haven’t even strayed close to any kind of romance, and they were still amazing.

3. I prefer M/F. I’ve tried M// and F// and I just plain suck at it. I am apparently so straight that I can’t even pretend to be gay. If you want to play an LGBT/non-binary character, by all means! Just be aware that I probably won’t be able to write a romance with them.

Violence. YESSSSSS (if you hadn’t already figured that out). I really don’t have any limits here.

Language. I won’t use much of it, and I don’t mind if you do within reason. I trust that you can figure out what that means.

The Stuff I’m Not Into/Will Not Do:

Smut.

Slice of Life.

Urban/Modern Fantasy Unless you already have an amazing plot idea that I totally love.

Most Fandom Stuff except the very short list below

I don’t feel like writing a novel here so if you have questions just ask.

Fandoms:

If someone wanted to do a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon roleplay I might just die of happiness. Explorers of Sky is my favorite. I’m familiar with all of the Pokeymans through Gen 6 and I kind of know stuff about Gen 7.

Legend of Zelda I’ve never tried a LoZ roleplay before, but I do love the games oh so much so I could probably do it if you don’t mind holding my hand while I figure out how to do a fandom roleplay.

Post Length and Frequency: My average reply is about two paragraphs, 3rd person past-tense. Sometimes I’ll give you a novel, but that’s usually only if I’m trying to move the story along. I don’t believe in word count just for the sake of word count. If I can express an idea succinctly, I will.

I try to reply as many times in a day as I can. I do have some semblance of a life (shocking, I know) but I’m on a computer or my phone most of the day so I can usually reply within a few hours if not minutes.

What I Look For in a Partner:

I’d like someone who can match me in reply length and frequency. Reply frequency is less important than length; if you don’t roleplay during every waking hour, that’s probably healthy. I’ll totally love you if we do roleplay every waking hour, though.

I don’t want to be the only one carrying the story and coming up with ideas. I want to be surprised by you and your ideas.

I’d like to be friends. I like to chat and I have some comment to make after pretty much every post I make. I also like to make art of my roleplay stuff and will probably bombard you with rp doodles.

Contact:

shroommuu (skype–i answer most quickly here, and i also prefer roleplay here. please include your name in your contact request)

mouldy.k@gmail.com (i am fine roleplaying over email, but would prefer that we have some kind of chat client so we can plot and chat and so on. google docs is also fine if supplemented with a chat client.)

I have literally no idea how tumblr works so please don’t contact me here because I won’t know how to respond to you.