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uten4 · 1 year

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ask game: wagner, chaos, & strix unib!! what ARE your favorite lines of theirs

MY THREE FAVES YAY!! But oh god... what ARE my favorite lines of theirs... this is going to be tough, but I'm up for the challenge. Thank you again for the asks beloved :3

Wagner

– Overall opinion of them: Screwed up kid who I love so much. Her dichotomy of being a vulnerable, sheltered girl who struggles with buying food or staying awake in class, and a completely ruthless killer... it's very interesting. She's so interesting. I'm hungry for her to have even more experiences and situations and develop from them. It was cool that they showed her opening up to new social situations and everyday independence, but I want the series to veer even deeper into her psyche. And ideally, to us, she would let go of her [internalized] racism :P

– Gender/sexuality headcanons: Lesbian :)

– Favorite moment in canon: Hmm... even though parts of it are kind of overplayed dialogue, the gist of which Wagner has a tendency to repeat, I think my favorite moment of hers might still be her monologues at the end of her arcade mode. The main reason is because you can see her shed a tear under her crumbling helmet, showing her humanity.

But looking back on it, it's super interesting in other ways... I want to look into the Japanese for this line later, but she seems to refer to all the people she has killed as friends, and hopes that their loneliness will be over now that she has released them, and will wield her blade in their honor...?! Definitely will need to think about that more.

Then, honestly, if it weren't for some of the confident voice-acting, I would say that all of Wagner's lines seem to show that she's losing mental stability here. I know it's necessary for writing purposes for a lot of the characters to talk to themselves, but in these scenes she addresses just SOOOO many people who aren't there. Especially Adelheid... oh my god. Now I'm remembering other parts of this game where Wagner directly addresses Adelheid, questioning her, appealing to her, when Adelheid presumably is in Germany and cannot hear her. And if she can hear her somehow then that's even worse maybe. Oh my god. I'm getting sad now just thinking about what a tremendous grip Adelheid must have on Wagner's psyche.

In these monologues Wagner insists that Licht Kreis needs her, Adelheid needs her. Her last line is "Show yourself to me. Re-birth of eternity, wielder of the ultimate manifestation. My existence as the sword is undeniable proof that you need me..." At first I wondered if she was addressing Kuon, since he's also on her hitlist, and he's associated so strongly with the word "eternity." But well... Adelheid also lives forever, is also a Re-birth. Wagner already insisted that Adelheid needs her. And now she is saying it again. She's so extremely desperate for recognition. UNDER NIGHTTTTTT. WHAT DID ADELHEID FREAKING DO TO WAGNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DID LICHT KREIS DO TO HER!!!!!!!!!

– Favorite moment in a fanwork: I do not remember :'3

– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise: That one round-win line she has that's like "get up. Next I'll turn you to ash." Also every time she calls people dogs.

– Characters I love seeing them interact with: Orie!!!!!!!!!!! Their dynamic is so funky. It really brings out so many emotions in Wagner. And it says a lot about both of them. Love themmmm <333

– Sleeping headcanons: She sleeps on her stomach and snores.

– Favorite locations headcanon: This is so random but maybe pet stores. Maybe she likes petting the puppies. And if it's a rare pet store that has shrimp or snails I think she could like them.

Chaos

– Overall opinion of them: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. WHAT CAN I SAY. Like ok. I know he just seems like an average nerd character. And he's arrogant sure. And looks down on people all the time BUT he's so freaking funny and only gets funnier the more you think about him. The way he tries to seem logical but makes rash decisions ALL THE TIME just because he feels like it, and will also accept that just any supernatural thing is real. The way he's so cordial with insane and/or very dangerous people like MERKAVA and SETH. The way he casually implores Seth and Enkidu and anyone else to Please Not Fight Him. The way he tries so hard to not seem gay but is in fact so gay. He's constantly trying to get people to join Amnesia. He gave himself a dramatic villain name and decided he hated it like a month later. He's just so quietly and casually A CERTIFIED LITTLE WEIRDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His casual attitude in general is unironically so cool sometimes. Like I repeat he will go talk to the scariest people in this game like it's nothing to him. And often I do enjoy hearing him talk about his various intellectual interests and how much they mean to him ;~; It's a really good motivation also, you know? And I love his other major motivation... Gordeauuuuuuuu... it just really humanizes him to see him genuinely care so much about another person.

Also he is appearance-wise so so so so so so adorable *unhinges my jaw and bites him* And he pats his giant lizard dog on the head and speaks to him in the sweetest voice ever :)

I could say so many more things about Chaos lol I'm so happy that the writers for some reason decided to make sure he was showing up EVERYWHERE and waist-deep in the plot at all times and not just an accessory for Gordeau or Hilda he's so important and special <3 But he's also so irritating and annoying and unfair and evil and WHY DOES HE HOLD HIS GLASSES IN PLACE WHEN HE'S JUST WALKING AROUND????? UGHHHHHH

– Gender/sexuality headcanons: Cis bisexual man! ☀️💖💜💙☀️

– Favorite moment in canon: I CAN'T PICK AT ALL ACTUALLY I'M SORY. I'M WEAK. THERE ARE TOO MANY GOOD MOMENTS.

– Favorite moment in a fanwork: This art

– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise: Frick....... I'm obsessed with everything this man says that isn't just him insulting people. Sometimes the insults too. UMMM. Maybe it really is "But I digress, this lowly accoutrement to the beast is called Chaos," the beast being Azhi. I think that was the first line of his I saw that made me like "okay maybe I kinda love this character" LOL... not only did he actually humble himself, but he did it in the most pleasantly-phrased way possible. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH ;v;

– Characters I love seeing them interact with: HILDAAAAAA. And GORDEAUUUUU. And Enkidu and Seth <3

– Sleeping headcanons: Cuddle Gordeau often :') They also take turns waking each other up in the middle of the night with the dumbest randomest questions/comments/actions ever and getting annoyed at each other about it. Chaos started it.

– Favorite locations headcanon: HOME.

Strix

– Overall opinion of them: I'll copy-paste parts of something I told you one time bc I think it's a good summary of my feelings on her :)

STRIIIIIIIIIX…. She's so epic to me idk 💜 She's WAYYY deeper than she seems because average UNIB player will just see her and think of her as That Girl Who Follows Byakuya Around and maybe also conclude that she is his sister if they pay attention. BUT THEN YOU LOOK INTO THEIR STORY MODES AND REALIZE THERE'S A LOTTTT MORE TO HER SHE HAS HER OWN BACKSTORY AND MOTIVES COMPLETELY SEPARATE FROM BYAKUYA… tbh UNIB writing team kind of popped off on that one 😔 In fact as you once said, they popped off harder on her story-wise than they did on MANY OF THEIR ACTUAL PLAYABLE CHARACTERS LOL.

I love Strix's feelings, her motivation to save Zohar ;-; And I like her attitude. Elegant and stoic but quietly stubborn, determined, sarcastic, full of restrained anger.

– Gender/sexuality headcanons: LESBIANNN 💖💖

– Favorite moment in canon: When she recklessly stands up to Hilda during the fight between Bankikai and Amnesia.

– Favorite moment in a fanwork: This art!

– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise: "I don't really care about my power. I can lose it for all I care. The only reason why I'm in Bankikai is because of Zohar. If Zohar went to Amnesia, I would have went there too."

Also "...That was pathetic, even for you. I hope that soft brain of yours doesn't cost us both our lives." And so many other sassy things she says. She's a veritable fountain of contempt.

– Characters I love seeing them interact with: ZOHAR. And BYAKUYA (except when it's creepy).

– Sleeping headcanons: I got nothing :')

– Favorite locations headcanon: A grassy hill somewhere ^_^

#i didnt get to share any trans headcanons during this whole ask game! well shoutout to trans icons Hyde and Orie and Nanase right now :D #op #unib #asks #under night

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rael-rider · 3 years

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Sam Wilson, Thor, Bucky Barnes, Namorita, Gamora. Scarlet Witch. Shuri. Black Panther. Whichever of these you want to talk about, have at it. Good day.

I’ll do three of these characters and if you really want me to talk about the others just ask me again. I do only three because I tend to ramble sometimes (partially because I can’t decide on one thing for certain questions) and I’ll stretch this to infinity if I do all of them.

Sam Wilson

First impression: I think it was when I was reading older Captain America comics and I got to his first appearance and I vaguely knew he was Cap's partner in the comics at that point. I remember thinking that I liked his power since I love birds and Sam talks to birds, I also liked his chemistry with Steve.

Impression now: He is one of my favorite Cap characters, I really love him and I think a Captain America isn't Captain America without him. Like I consider him essential to the Cap mythos. I love the Gruenwald and Roger Stern runs but my major gripe about those runs is that Sam is barely in them.

Favorite moment: Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty #8-9 AKA the first time Sam became Captain America. I also liked his Generations story with Steve.

Idea for a story: Something that deals with Sam's telepathy and how powerful it is and maybe the fact that it can also extend to other animals, creatures, and aliens that are related to birds (Since the Shi’ar are part birds would his telepathy work on them?). Other than that I guess I would like more stuff with Sam's family.

Unpopular opinion: I don't know if this is unpopular but I liked the Remender Sam Cap run. Probably waaay more than his run with Steve.

Favorite relationship: Sam and Steve obviously is number one, I'm pretty much convinced they're married. I also like Sam's relationship with Sharon, Bucky, Joaquin, and Misty. I pretty much like Sam with a lot of characters although I guess I didn't really care much for his relationship with Jane since that really came out of nowhere and I don't think they ever broke up or anything.

Favorite headcanon: He's worthy of Mjolnir but he just doesn't care to find out. Sam has anxiety and Redwing helps him deal with it. Geese are some of the bird species he doesn't particularly like to talk to because they're major assholes. Crows are some of his favorite because of their ingenuity and how well informed they are (he will get information from them when he's on a stakeout). He knows Steve will do anything for him and sometimes he'll take advantage of that for the most mundane stuff (like getting a glass of milk from him, getting Steve to cook for him, or if Steve is going to an event where he can only bring a +1 Sam gets to be his plus if he wants too). He doesn't really like to call Bucky James because the name reminds him of his nephew James Wilson. Because Bruce Banner refused to give his blood to James Wilson when he was dying (he didn't want to create another Hulk) Sam doesn't exactly see eye to eye with him. Sam has trouble sleeping because he's a light sleeper (he didn't live in a good area while growing up and had to always be alert) and he likes to wake up early.

Black Panther

First impression: First time I saw him was in the Fantastic Four cartoon when I was a kid and I remember thinking he was like a cat version of Batman. He manages to beat the F4 easily if I recall and I thought that was badass.

Impression now: I like T'Challa, I binge read his comics up until the Intergalactic Empire of Wakanda (which I still have to finish).

Favorite moment: When he beats the KKK in McGregor's run that was such a powerful moment. Panther's Quest, his fight with Killmonger in Priest's run.

Idea for a story: I would like Al Ewing to do more stuff with T'Challa, I liked how Ewing handled him in Ultimates. I haven't finished Coates' Intergalactic Empire of Wakanda but what I read I thought was interesting. I guess I want more BP cosmic stuff, the TLA tie-in comic was good too.

Unpopular opinion: I really didn't get that much into Hudlin's Black Panther run.

Favorite relationship: T'Challa and Steve Rogers, T'Challa and his family (Ramonda, Shuri, and yes even Hunter), I enjoyed his big brother type of relationship with Asira AKA Queen Divine Justice. His friendship with Everett Ross in the comics (which I kind of miss). His frenemy relationship with Namor is kind of interesting too.

Favorite headcanon: T'challa exudes confidence and coolness but I imagine he internally freaks out about some things but he's just THAT good at hiding it. He is a bit of a momma's boy. He is angry about Hunter being such a difficult asshole because part of him really wanted to have a normal sibling relationship with him (he might have bonded with Thor over that at some point when Loki was still evil). There are moments he wishes he wasn't King of Wakanda because the responsibility is that great and he wishes to have more freedom. He's very much a tea kind of guy.

Thor

First impression: He popped up in some of the Marvel cartoons that I saw and I just thought he talked funny and like most of the Avengers back then I was vaguely aware of him.

Impression now: I love Thor, I went and did a deep dive of all his comics and he’s a character I really love.

Favorite moment: Various moments from the Walt Simonson run. Like his talk with Jorgumandr before they fought was interesting. How after he literally became a puddle of ashes from how many times the Destroyer kept zapping him trying to kill him(he was unable to die because of a curse from Hela) his spirit jumps into the Destroyer, he goes to Hela's Domain and harasses her until she lifts the curse and returns him to normal. The scene from Thor: Heaven and Earth were he reads a dying Catholic Priest his last rites. Every time he earthbends or shows he's Gaea's son is a pretty cool scene.

Idea for a story: A story were Thor meets his mom's side of the family and acknowledges them as family. Like Gaea is the Earth Goddess in every pantheon and pretty much gave birth to almost every God and Goddess on Earth and is related to them (this would makes Zeus Thor’s nephew and the Hawaiian Goddess Pele his half-sister). I still wonder why no one has made that story (lets face it the whole Phoenix thing? It's going to get retconned).

Unpopular opinion: While Donald Blake isn't necessary for Thor's story now I feel that making him into a different person and not Thor takes a lot of Thor's character and kind takes away an important part of Thor. Mainly the idea that when given a new clean slate in life and being reborn as a mortal, Thor chooses to become a healer. If Blake is a fake person that Odin made (and ugh the whole thing is convoluted now because of it) and Thor never did anything it makes no sense. But the way I see it Odin lied about making Blake out of nothing and he just separated Thor's mortal side from him as a way to take Thor's attachment to Earth. it would explain why Blake is acting the way he is and why Thor has been written as such a jerk lately. I also don’t care for the angry violent Viking portrayal that some writers do with him.

Favorite relationship: Thor and Loki, because the most interesting and complex relationship both of those characters have is with each other (I have a tag for them). I also like Thor's relationship with Steve Rogers who is his favorite mortal alongside Jane. I also like Thor's relationship with Balder (who is also his brother and needs to come back), Sif, and the Warriors Three. I also loooooove Thor and Beta Ray Bill.

Favorite headcanon: I think Thor likes to read books and has some of his own geeky interests that stayed with him from the time he was living as Don.

#wondyanswers

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ziracona · 3 years

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Do you have any headcanons about survivors dealing with stress through bad habits? Kinda like how Bill is always smoking a cig, Feng drinking till passing out, David doing both and etc

Some, for sure. TW for mentions of multiple addictive or self harming behaviors in the rest of this post.

In their original models, Nea has what appears to be cutting scars on her arm, and Meg does /not/ have it in her default/arrival skin, but does in her secondaries, so I have always taken that to mean Nea cut before arriving in the realm, and Meg did not, but began and did for some time as a coping mechanism, especially when she was a new survivor.

If there was readily available alcohol, Feng would definitely be severely tempted to drink, and would any time she had a truly awful trial, since it was how she tried to cope before. Much more healthily, I think she spends hours strategising for trials to help her rationalize and get a grip and the illusion of some amount of control over her situation too.

Since in all versions of Halloween where Laurie reaches adulthood, she becomes an alcoholic, I assume she has an /intensely/ strong biological predisposition for that, and probably would drink if it was available.

If they had cigarettes, or like, Bill comes with a self-refreshing supply to share, probably David, Tapp, Ash, Bill, and Nea would share those. Jane might too, but I also think she’d try /not/ to, and might successfully just cope by doing ridiculous amounts of caffeine.

I think Jeff copes healthily by doing his art. Nea does this some too. Claudette gardens, and cooks. Quentin prays and strategises. (Wow Quentin, my boy, you made a healthy way of doing X list for once I am so proud of you disaster boy). Ace jokes and does something that relaxes him. But sometimes he does something impulsive and dumb that is careless enough it burns him—he’s a lot better about that in the realm than before, actually, because here he has so many kids to look out for. Adam writes, and tries to fulfil little tasks like making tea or fixing a tool to occupy his focus when he is having a really rough time, and copes very well usually.

I think Dwight is eternally put off of alcohol after how he got taken, and if he has bad coping habits, it’s probably through less common self-harm methods, like jamming himself in the leg repeatedly with a pencil while saying awful things to himself in his head. Stuff that would hurt but not be recognizable and would be stuff he could go ‘What? No. It’s not self-harming. Who ever heard of people doing X as a thing?’ to make himself not think hard about what he’s doing. The poor guy is under a lot of stress and I would not be surprised if he does that and/or intentionally holds onto a mug too hot so it burns him, etc. That kind of thing.

I think Jake and Kate both self-isolate (ahhh shit so does Quentin, back off the good coping habits list son) a lot when trying to cope. Kate will be bubbly and happy around others, but go somewhere private to shut down and fall apart and won’t ask for help. Jake cuts out everything including actually taking time to think and feel and process rationally when it gets really bad and just totally closes off and comes off standoffish and cold. If he is /really/ upset he will also hit things alone, like trees, which fucks up his knuckles.

I think Yui similarly beats on inanimate objects until it hurts her sometimes. Zarina copes pretty well but sometimes she will write or say or internally monologue intensely hurtful and hateful things at herself or herself and other people/the rest of the world that are awful enough it’s really really bad for her mental health and she can spiral. Cheryl tries to cope by distracting herself if she can, which can be fine if she picks a good distraction, and bad if she picks like, alcohol that week. Does better than you’d think considering how much trauma the poor kid carries around even pre-realm. I think Felix would be super tempted to smoke but might hold out for his kid, since it’s not an addiction he wants to take back with him, and he knows if he started he would /not/ do it casually there. Same with alcohol. I just see him as both /super/ inclined towards addictive behavior, and aware of it so working to deal. Copes somewhat unhealthily by trying to just pass out and sleep through it, which is what Cheryl and Quentin /want/ badly to do bc of their personalities, but are both afraid to try. Élodie would drink if she could or take anything that could take the edge off I think. She is incredibly stressed and predisposed for stressing after the life she lived. Probably just develops nervous ticks fiddling with stuff in the absence of anything to dull the pain. Uhhhh, I forgot about Nancy and Steve. I always forget they’re /in/ DbD. I think if Nancy had a bad coping habit, she would either drink or hit things or depression nap. Steve would self-isolate and deprive himself of good things or comfort or community as punishment for perceived failings.

For most of the charcaters, this isn’t something I have thought a whole lot about, so I don’t have super well-founded or in depth hcs on this for most of them on this? But here’s what I got. 👈👈😎 Mostly I think once they have a well established group, they do a good job of supporting each other and coping in general and finding healthier outlets, and I am super sad and distressed for them and the issues they do have TuT.

#ask #anonymous #sorry these are not very in depth or cemented. more like impressions. I just usually write the survivors post-forming a community and having #better methods. so I haven’t thought about this a ton #it’s very sad though #dead by daylight

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pokeshippingflashfic · 4 years

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Hi! Someone sent this request to mythgirlimagines and I loved what she came up with. Could you come up with something else or expand on her idea please? :) link: mythgirlimagines(.)tumblr(.)com/post/190057630070/hello-could-you-do-some-hurtconfort-for-ash-and

(I went to ask @mythgirlimagines for use/expansion of her headcanons before writing this. Here’s hoping I do it justice for everyone. Not really sure what to expand on but I don’t mind fleshing out the situation in prose. PS: User @nebli suggested the stories Ash tells of his younger!childhood. I’m bad at headcanons so I asked for help.)

You practically bite into your own arm to muffle the deep inhale of brisk late night air as it filters into your lungs, bracing yourself stock still behind a grand oak with easiest access to the stream nearby your group’s campsite.

Your redheaded companion is sitting with her back to you at the edge of the water, unoccasionally sniffling and shoulders heaving in a motion you’re semi-familiar with because, hey, it’s not like you’ve never cried before in your life.

Oh. Misty’s… crying?

That’s… that was new. Or rather, new-ish. You could scarcely remember her shedding a tear or few during the last few years on the road, though you think there was something back in the hidden village where you met Bulbasaur, and then there was the Lavender Tower… (How do you even remember any of that anyway?)

You shake yourself from your reverie, returning to present thought process.

You’d wondered why she was missing from the campsite. And yet you told yourself you were only getting up to use the nearest foliage as your bathroom and not to search for her in the darkness while all other companions (your Pokemon as well as resident caretaker Brock, returned to your group after his temporary departure in the Orange Islands) slept the night peacefully away… but here you are almost ten minutes later after walking obstinately farther than was needed to relieve yourself.

You should have remained wrapped up snug in your sleeping bag.

After all, what are you supposed to do with this? Though you loathe to admit it, you can barely handle Misty’s ire and passion and weird girly personality in any other instance; what are you supposed to do with a Misty who’s crying alone in the middle of the night?

You sigh as faintly as possible, a few memories fluttering to the surface of your consciousness in response to that question.

Misty following you out to the deck of a large cruise liner and begging to know why you look so troubled, offering you rather obvious advice in hindsight… but it sure helped to know she understood.

Misty reminding you that Butterfree is leaving to start a family of his own with his new mate and you’d better take this chance to say your goodbyes while you have it… because that was more important than sulking over losing a friend.

Misty stalking rigidly into your assigned guest room at Indigo Plateau after your loss in the league, strong-arming you out of your brooding state.

Misty appearing over you after your hometown battle with Gary, a faint expression of sympathy flitting across her face before she points out that you’d better get a move on and start your trek to Johto if you don’t want to fall even further behind your childhood rival.

You roll your eyes so intensely in response to all these rather telling signs that you feel a bit dizzy a moment later.

Misty is crying alone in the middle of the night… and you know what you have to do.

But how to go about it? By the grace of all gods, it seems she hasn’t noticed your presence yet (though it’s assumed that she’s rather preoccupied). However the last thing you want is to set her off down the path of righteous fury and end up her victim.

Tsking to yourself, you squint your eyes shut again, brow creased in frustration. You’re thinking too much into this. It’s not like you to dedicate so much time to mollifying Misty of all people.

Instinct takes over and you bungle your way loudly through the foliage, sure to get her attention, making it look like an accident.

“Oh, uh, Misty. Funny running into you here.”

Stellar improvisation from the future number one Pokemon Master in the world.

However if she senses anything amiss in your approach, she doesn’t address it. Perhaps because she busies herself instead with wiping furiously at her splotched red cheeks, hiccuping and doing her utmost to rub the dry red from her eyes.

“I was just going to the bathroom,” you continue, “I didn’t know you were up too.”

Despite knowing your best option is to play innocent bystander… a twinging pierce briefly tugs in your chest over the thought of lying to her. But there’s no time to dwell, nope, gotta dig in whether she catches on or not.

“So anyway… Uh, is something wrong?” Yep, that sounded natural. Well, it’s not that it didn’t but you are suddenly overtly aware that you’ve never honestly asked this question of her since the start of your journey together. Instead the question was always a condescending rebuff in the middle of a fight.

Lips pursed, gaze averted, “… Of course not, Mr. Pokemon Master,” she responds in a brusque yet weak murmur. It’s not the least bit convincing. Well, you weren’t exactly expecting the confrontation to be a cakewalk…

Your initial approach had been sudden - element of surprise enough to distract her from her potential mortifying rage at being discovered in so compromising a demeanor. Over the past minute or so, you’ve cautiously edged yourself across the clearing, eventually coming to a stop just behind her before easing yourself into a sitting position at her side.

Welp… here you both are, you couldn’t help thinking warily, fingers drumming softly against your own knees, waiting for something to give.

Oh, and give something did as the redheaded girl beside you, in a much too far removed reaction compared to her previous attempt at concealing her despondence, suddenly leans forward, presses her rather wet and beet-colored face into your neck, one hand curling loosely around the hem of your sleeve to keep you there as she releases a sharp bawl.

Whoa, wait, mayday! you shriek internally, eyes wide and scalp and ears flushing uncomfortably hot. Alarms are ringing in uproarious, disorienting fashion and the panic sets in so instantaneous and intense that it’s enough to make you feel positively ill.

This doesn’t happen. This has never happened before between you two! What’s she thinking? What’re you supposed to do?!

It’s life or death, you know, as your instincts kick in, the hand closest to her reaching up and brushing the back of her neck, grasping her opposing shoulder and pulling her ever so slightly closer to you while she continues weeping.

It’s hard to tell if this is the right move or not. True, Misty hasn’t made any negative maneuver against you but she also hasn’t given you any signal that her mood is improving. Doing your best to smother your impatience, you internally count the seconds, minutes as they pass, staring vaguely into the dimly lit distance while the teenage girl beside you carries on grossly using your sleeve as her new personal tissue.

Ick, the thought crosses your mind before you push it aside and barrel forward, unable to take the awkward tension anymore… But what to do about it?

“Ya know, when I was a kid,” there’s a brief pause when, bless her, Misty offers a skeptical glance between sniffles, “Uh, a younger kid, Gary and I were racing around the outskirts of Pallet and I tripped over him and landed in this lake nearby. There was a school of Magikarp swimming by and one of ‘em stopped to slap me in the face with its tail ‘cause I disrupted their formation.”

Despite her gloom, you hear a distinct snort in response to your story. Feeling invigorated by your success, you continue with your distracting babble. At the same time you bide your time coming up with your next contribution. You want to help her but you also don’t wanna offer her any ammunition she can use for blackmail later on.

“Once, there was this time when my mom was super busy with work and I was worried she was gonna get sick so I tried to make her some homemade juice using fruits and veggies from our garden. It, uh… I wasn’t paying attention and it ended up all over the kitchen,” you finish rather lamely, wistful as the memory came to mind.

This time you’re rewarded with a faint, faltering giggle. It impresses you just how much making someone - Misty - feel a little better can fill you with so much pride.

Still, though the actual crying begins to subside, her features are contorted with a sense of mourning.

“So…” you try again apprehensively, “are ya ever gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

She stiffens, shrugging then shaking her head. A fleeting question crosses your mind. What’s more important; your curiosity over what may have happened or the intent of encouraging a friend when they’re feeling low…?

Of course, you know the answer in a heartbeat.

“Okay well… are you ok - uh, will you be okay?”

A pause, one final brush between her face and your sleeve before she pulls a few inches away with a sigh.

“Nngh, yeah… I’ll be… I’m better now. I mean, not one hundred percent,” she elaborates at the sight of your raised brow, “but better than I was b - before you came along.” She finishes her statement with her facial features arranged in a complicated expression.

“I guess I should thank you, Ash.” And, unable to help herself, she adds, “Who woulda known you’d be good company in an emotional crisis?”

Ah, well if she can throw out a line like that then she must be telling the truth.

“Well, you know…” you reply almost bashfully, puffing up your chest before sobering up. “But I’m glad… that you’re okay. So wait, I guess you’re heading back to bed now?”

“Oh, um…” She appears slightly troubled over such a probing suggestion, buying time, focusing on wiping her cheeks dry. “I still feel a little restless. I’ll probably just stay here and stare out at the water. You know how much I love this kinda view.”

“Then I’ll stay too,” you reply automatically, so much so that your eyes widen, shocked at what your mouth had decided to commit you to without conscious thought. “I mean... if that’s okay.”

She blinks, gaze never leaving your person, though she moves her cursory glance up and down as if checking for remorse or bad intentions behind your offer. And yet, notwithstanding your awe, you find you don’t regret your decision. Finally her survey softens and, taking things a step further, she resituates herself so that she can rest her head against your shoulder again.

The initially jarring predicament lulls into acceptance. You find that you rather like don’t mind relaxing with Misty in such close proximity, especially when she’s in a good mood though, in retrospect, you wouldn’t mind it if she wasn’t either, provided you were in the process of helping her.

You won’t talk about it tomorrow but you also quite enjoy the way your arms bump together before she laces her fingers with your own, spending the final twenty or so minutes of your time together wordlessly holding hands.

Some say love is truest when you know as much as you can about the other person… but on this night, in this instance, love is respecting a boundary and offering whatever support you can when it’s needed despite your ignorance.

(Yeah, by the time the two of them do head back to the campsite, Ash is practically ready to wet himself. Lol. And, as a reminder, this blog is currently - and always but definitely currently since I’m trying to get back into writing - accepting new requests via ask! Please view the rules and FAQ as needed!)

#pokeshipping #flash fic #fanfiction #aaml #ash x misty #requests #word count: 1917 #nebli

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broken boards

second gift for @ohstarlings as part of the cosmic love exchange! so sorry i’m so late with this, but tumblr was being a jerk :/ this was supposed to be an animal kingdom au, but it never quite got there, so it’s more like a series of headcanons. i hope you like this, darling!! cw: mentions of drug abuse/overdose, internalized ableism, a dash of smut towards the end. alex is in recovery in this, so his mindset isn’t the best. this is the inspiration for alex’s new leg

On most days, Alex misses surfing. It’s like a dull throb in his chest, the waves calling to him as he stares at them from the porch of his house on the strand. He watches, ugly green jealousy boiling in his gut, as young guys and girls run out to the beach, boards under their arms as they laugh. He rubs at his stump angrily as he looks on, sipping on his coffee like he’s an old, bitter man, and not a 28-year-old with a successful career, a somewhat stable home, and a loving relationship. It takes all of his power not to get caught on the fact that had it not been for the accident, he would still be winning trophies surfing instead of coding and being a private consultant.

So on most days, he starts his mornings sulking at the ocean, coffee cup in hand. He hadn’t wanted to move away from Ocean Side, though Michael had suggested it. Both of their careers were here, and their family – Michael’s family, really, who’d taken Alex under their wing at fifteen when his dad had kicked him out. Still, while his body has recovered over the past six months, his mind is still struggling to cope with a loss that goes far beyond the lower part of his right leg. In one fell swoop, he’d lost half a limb, his surfing career, his passion, and damn near his relationship. He and Michael had just been too stubborn to give up on each other, in the end, but the rest was gone for good.

Alex had all but grown up with the Guerins, first as neighbours and then as an adoptive family. His dad had never approved of their lifestyle, even before he disowned Alex, which to him had been an added value to moving in with them. Plus, Mara had a habit of taking in strays her kids showed an interest in, and he and Michael had been inseparable since their first meeting at thirteen. The rest of the group had followed over the years – Maria and her mom first, through Mara and Mimi’s friendship; Liz and Rosa a couple of years later, around the time Alex moved in with the Guerins; Kyle, too, at times, though the clan had always been a little uneasy around him because of his cop family.

None of them was blind to what Mara (and later, her children) did for a living. They were all involved in it, on varying degrees, from the moment they decided to enter Mara’s home, she said. They sealed a silent pact, whether it was about feigning ignorance when the cops came around, or tipping Mara off on leads for jobs (Mimi’s job, usually, then passed on to Maria), or full on creating alibis for them (that fell on Alex and Liz, mostly because they had the closest relationship to Michael and Max, respectively). It wasn’t always a happy arrangement, that was true; there were times that had almost ripped their family apart, like when Rosa overdosed at the twins’ eighteenth birthday party and landed both herself and Isobel in rehab (at two different facilities, because Isobel had been the one to supply the drugs and both Ortecho sisters had refused to see her for a long, long time after the incident).

But they were a family, through and through. As they grew older, they refined their routine until it worked like a perfectly oiled machine. Mara passed the mantle on to her kids and set each of them up as property managers for the units they used to launder the money, while the surrounding system specialized each in their own task: Kyle, though always a little removed from the core of the family, became their trusted doctor in the city; Liz followed her scientific vocation, and used her lab as a cover for any substance or falsification they might need; Rosa provided the cars through her garage (she and Michael always took care of the mechanical side of things, and it was impossible for anyone to understand what they were talking about when they went on one of their engineering tangents); Alex got a programming degree in between competitions, and used his skills for whatever hacking, forging, or encoding the family asked for. They never got caught, because all of them treated this as their side hustle, when really their legit jobs were their side hustles, and this was the real, income-generating job.

Michael and Maria bought the bar right before the car accident that took Alex’s leg. Maria had the work experience but not the money or managing skills, so they compromised on being partners. It was the first thing Michael did for himself, 100% legit, no laundering involved, and Alex was incredibly proud of him for it, even though he wasn’t there for most of it, too busy winning tournament after tournament at the time. Still, even just hearing Michael rave about it on the phone filled Alex with pride – he knew that among the Guerin kids, Michael was the most codependent with his mom, courtesy of having drawn the short straw in the foster family department over the couple of years Mara had been in prison when Michael was about seven. He never really talked about it, and it had been way before Alex had met him, but he could read the signs. Michael loved his mother, Alex knew that, but at twenty-seven, he’d been ready to move away from the nest and make something of himself (Alex had tried pointing out that his double degree and the laboratory he kept in the basement, along with the countless published articles he had, had already been enough, but Michael wanted to have something physical to call his own, and Alex could understand that).

Then, of course, the accident ruined everything. Michael all but gave up on work to take care of Alex, which infuriated him. His bodily autonomy had always been essential to him after years of suffering his dad’s abuse. Losing his leg took that away from him for a long time, left him weak and dependent on others for even the easiest tasks. He hated it with a vengeance, and hated even more the fact that Michael took to it easily, brushing aside the fact that he gave up on his life’s work to play house with a cripple. At first, it wasn’t so bad: Alex spent most of the first month after the accident in a hospital bed, and then in rehab, and there were set visiting hours that limited Michael’s – and anyone else’s – hovering. When he was cleared to go home, though, Alex deeply regretted having given Michael a key to his apartment (not that not having it would’ve stopped him). Michael was there constantly, supposedly making himself useful and really just getting on Alex’s nerves. He was in pain and angry all the time, lashed out more often than he meant to, and damn nearly drove Michael away for good; he sure as hell broke his heart, if only because he had to witness Alex’s self-destructing tendencies.

Therapy had helped. He stubbornly refused to talk at first, throwing everything he had into physical rehabilitation and scoffing at everyone’s attempts to suggest that he had to take care of his mental health, too. Then, Cam, his physical therapist and an all-around terrifying badass, had none-too-gently told him to cut the shit and start talking to his therapist, so he had. He stormed out – or tried to – more times than he cared to admit, especially when Dr. Avila – Lupe – insisted on bringing it all the way back to his fucked up childhood, but in the end it dragged him kicking and screaming out of his destructive pit.

When his mind cleared enough to realize that being in pain and dealing with trauma wasn’t a valid excuse for being an utter asshole, he was genuinely surprised to see Michael was still there. Their relationship was in shambles, and Alex had never seen Michael so tentative around him, but he hadn’t lost him. There were several crying sessions and tense discussions before they settled, but their relationship rose from the ashes stronger than ever before.

They moved in together, purely because Michael still refused to leave his side – which still irritated Alex, but he took to rolling his eyes instead of yelling at him – and because Alex’s apartment was far from accessible for a disabled person. Their little house on the strand was perfect: it had a ramp to get to the door from the sidewalk on one side, and stairs on the other; the main part of it was a wide open space with a living room and kitchen combo; the doorways and hallways were wide enough for a wheelchair, on the rare days that Alex needed one, and were also useful for when he had to move around on two crutches. The only downside to it, really, was that it was in full view of the beach, but Alex argued that while he still hadn’t gotten over his anger and still longed to take his board out, the sound of the waves was one he couldn’t give up on.

So he sat, and stared, and drank his coffee, waiting for the moment around eight when Michael stumbled out, sleep-rumpled and rubbing at his eyes, and accepted the kiss Michael would press to his cheek or forehead. They’d sit for another while, watching walkers go by, rarely speaking, before Michael had to go get ready to head to the bar. Alex would follow more slowly, showering after Michael, getting his prosthetic on, gathering his things for work. Then, they’d either head to the bar together, Alex sitting in a corner with his laptop while Michael organized and cleaned and restocked, or Alex would head to his current consulting gig, or to Mara’s house (because for all he liked to grumble about people hovering, he didn’t like to be alone, either, and there were always people around at Mara’s).

Then, on their anniversary, their routine was disrupted by Michael waking up before Alex. He brought breakfast to bed, which Alex accepted without the usual grumble because he could recognize romance, thank you very much, and when the plates were scraped clean Michael moved the tray so that he could straddle Alex’s lap, ever so careful of his stump. Michael rode him slowly, languidly, alternating between rising up on his knees and girating his hips, Alex’s cock buried inside of him as far as it would go. All the while, their chests were pressed together, Michael’s arms firm around Alex’s shoulders, both of his hands buried in Alex’s hair. They didn’t get to do this much, these days, always too tired or in pain or just not in the mood. Alex had missed this, missed the weight of Michael’s body over him, the warmth of him, the way Michael gave himself up to pleasure entirely. After, when Alex was utterly spent and still trying to catch his breath, Michael hopped up from the bed and shyly offered Alex a box. It was his attitude, more than the gift (he had one hidden in his car, but he was waiting for dinner later to give that to Michael) that surprised him – these days, Michael was never hesitant around him, that habit forgotten, but now he was perched on the edge of the bed and fidgeting with his hands, looking entirely too bashful for someone so comfortable with being naked.

Realization dawned upon Alex when he opened the gift. It was a new prosthetic, but not like the one he already had. The foot looked similar enough, but where the pylon in his regular prosthetic was smooth, this had a hook. Alex frowned for a second, but running his hands over the covered suspension system, there was no doubt what it was: a waterproof prosthetic, with a clip to hook the leg to the surf board instead of his foot. Alex was at a loss for words while Michael nervously explained it was just a sample, he’d need to make an actual mold of his leg for it to fit properly, but it was perfectly working. He nodded along, because he didn’t really care about the mechanics of it; what mattered was that Michael had handmade this, for him, so that he would be able to surf again. As he dragged Michael to him, laughter and tears mixing as he kissed and kissed him, Alex didn’t think of the time it’d take to get used to it, or the endless amount of work he’d have to put into getting in shape again. He could only think about the fact that Michael had given surfing back to him, and goddamn him if he wasn’t going to love this man every day of his life.

#malex fic #rnm fic #cosmicloveexchange #ohstarlings #malex #roswell nm #animal kingdom au #my writing #my ficlets

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An Analysis of the Joy-Fabian- Nina Love Triangle

I would like to preface this analysis with the reminder that my thoughts and feelings, although passionate, are subjective and open to change. Some of the ideas I express her might be seen as controversial. I don’t know. I’m actually very interested in discussing this plotline. Therefore, if people disagree or would like to add on - please do! I’m also writing this at 2 AM and I am wackers-bananzos.

In the beginnings of House of Anubis we are given three important pieces of information pertaining to this analysis. Those being 1) Joy and Fabian are at the very least friends, 2) Patricia and Joy are at the very least best friends, 3) Nina and Fabian are growing closer. Nina and Fabian’s friendship later causes Patricia to accuse Fabian of being to relaxed on Joy’s disappearance.

My ideas lean with support of the headcanon that Patricia, while maintaining her friendship, did throughout the events of season 1 and beginning of season 2 have a crush/romantic feelings for Joy. This is my personal preference and interpretation, but doesn’t affect the analysis that much. This crush can be hinted at by the behavior exhibited by Patricia. She is very concerned for her friend after Joy’s disappearance, which, although not inherently romantic, is more likely out of a deeper feeling. Patricia’s feelings are also expressed through her opposition to Joy attempting to attract Fabian, Patricia’s explanation also supported by her friendship with Nina. There are other more subtle hints regarding Patricia’s sexuality, but in the scheme of this analysis I will establish an unrequited crush without delving too much into the independent intricacies.

In season 2, and hinted in season 1, it is revealed that Joy has feelings for Fabian and is discouraged by his relationship with Nina. Joy throughout the entirety of season 2 makes it part of her mission of assimilating back into her old Anubis lifestyle to cause a rift between Fabian and Nina. This eventually devolves into Joy blatantly attacking Nina.

Nina also has a part to play in the stroking of Joy’s fire. Other than dating Fabian in the first place, Nina is also very jealous of anyone Fabian is remotely romantic with. This especially includes Joy. Nina tenses whenever Fabian and Joy joke, hang out, or talk, because of the threat Nina interprets Joy to pose. This threat is only heightened by Fabian’s indecisiveness and unassertive attitude that only tends to get him in trouble with Nina and Joy.

This plotline goes back and forth between Nina being too awkward to communicate with Fabian, Fabian being too flustered and confused to do anything about anything, and Joy being a little coo-coo maniac (just kidding, but you know what I mean.)

Somewhere throughout the late-middle of season 2, as Joy becomes more exposed and broken down, Patricia’s distance, originally brought on by her Sibuna obligations, only becomes more prominent. At this point, is where I assume Patricia fully moves on from her unrequited crush on Joy and the two separate. Patricia is happy with Eddie, and Joy has lost Patricia as a friend.

The season’s conclusion involves Joy aiding Sibuna in the Senet task, eventually leading to a fight between Joy and Fabian where they both shout each other’s flaws at one another. This fight is seemingly resolved by Fabian, showing his development, decides to take Joy’s potentially life or death advice, despite her warning not to follow her lead. This shows Fabian to have grown as not only a character, by making decisions that have big consequences, but as a friend of Joy, expressing his trust in her, despite her chaotic behavior. The two solve the Senet task and rescue Nina, Alfie, Patricia, and Amber from the evil Senet dungeon. Joy and Fabian become friends again. Nina and Fabian start dating again and the season concludes once again with Fabian and Nina kissing and their friends being oddly happy about it.

There is more to discuss about season 3, but I will get into that in a bit.

Now for the real shit. Also known as, how this plotline helps develop these characters.

Fabian- Personally, I feel as though Fabian’s transformation throughout this plotline was the best part about it. He certainly grew as a character. In season 1 and the beginning of season 2 Fabian struggled with being assertive, making decisions, and communicating with others. By the end he was still a confused, bumbling dork, but he was one who wasn’t afraid to trust his intuition. I feel like season 2 both had Fabian’s lowest and highest moments of trusting himself and his decisions. The lowest being both throughout this love triangle plot line and the Senet game. (Honestly, I could do a whole analysis on the Senet task. It fucking tested some limits!) The highest was also in the Senet game as Fabian showed both his fight with and trust in Joy. If this thread of assertiveness and decision making continues throughout season 3 I can’t entirely say, but it definitely seems like it isn’t a struggle anymore. Also, his attraction to Mara in “Touchstone of Ra” showed him to be able to handle relationships a lot better than previously, in terms of his instincts.

Joy - Joy’s journey throughout season 2 revolves around her recovery from her disappearance. She is having to deal with both the events of last year and readjusting to school. Joy in season 2 is in my opinion one of the most fascinating moments developmentally. Joy loses everything in this season. She realizes that returning to her school after a year of being away means that nothing is the same. This is what initially triggers Joy to desperately attempt to get Nina away and Fabian back. This was what it used to be before Joy went missing. But in this season, as Joy tries to win Fabian back amongst other things, Joy just becomes more and more distraught. She loses Fabian. She loses Patricia. She loses her reputation after many things, but especially the Jack Jackal scandal. Season 2 is the phoenix bursting into flames. It is only until Joy becomes friends with Fabian again that she realizes and accepts how things will be different, but also okay. And as much as I would like to say that season 3 is the phoenix rising from the ashes, it is not. At least, not in the beginning. I believe the way the writers handled Nina leaving was very poorly. Especially when considering how Joy reacts. In the beginning of season 3 she is immediately after Fabian again. Only when he rejects her, showing his newfound assertiveness, is she turned off and decides to remake herself (aka the phoenix rising from the ashes). Personally, I think this makeover should’ve happened at the very beginning of the season to signal Joy’s new confidence as a different person with advanced understandings. Having Joy pine after Fabian once more simplifies Joy’s motivations to be purely about her attraction to Fabian, bring that piece of her development right to the surface.

Nina- Nina, in my opinion (very much opinion), is one of my least favorite characters on the show and this is one of the reasons. In season 2, more of Nina’s flaws are revealed through her conflict with Joy. I like this aspect. I like to see protagonists as imperfect people with undesirable qualities. However the flaws that the writers gave Nina seemed… incomplete. Nina, to me, being a person who doesn’t communicate well and often blames herself for the bad things happening to other people, wouldn’t be an openly jealous person. Her conflict with Joy makes sense, but it is fueled by the wrong reasons. These flaws only become worse when Nina breaks up with Fabian, but also gets extremely possessive and jealous of him. This becomes especially apparent during the masquerade kiss fiasco. It is understandable that Nina would be upset about that. This is a boy she likes kissing a girl who she does not. I get that she would be upset. I would also get that she would cry to Amber about it. My friends have certainly done that with me. My problem is that the show frames it in a way that makes it seem that handling Nina’s feelings is now Fabian’s responsibility. He needs to save Nina both literally from falling down the chasm, and figuratively from falling into a sadness because she thinks that “Fabian likes Joy more than me!” Once again, these flaws are only made worse by the season finale. After all of this jealousy and possessiveness Nina still gets what she wants. She kisses Fabian. Yes, she did somewhat resolve her conflict with Joy by thanking her for saving her from the Senet dungeon and by accepting her into a part of Sibuna, but that still doesn’t solve this issues that she internally made acceptable. Nina is developed into a character where jealousy and possessiveness will get you what you want. I don’t know if the writers had a plan to solve this issue later, but I doubt it.

In conclusion, this plotline had very interesting aspects tied to it. Fabian developed into a stronger character because of it, Joy’s arc in season 2 was very strong, and Nina began the season with the potential for potential. However, overall this plotline fell flat.

TL;DR - The writers don’t know how to handle character arcs.

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Please for the fluff alphabet for Skylar and Alex please!!!

The otp of ALL otps!!! I love this family

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

They’ll do anything outdoorsy, especially if the kids are in the picture. Like hiking or going to a park for a little picnic, watching the children play with the dog (yes they have a dog too, along with 2 cats). If it’s winter they’ll take the kids sledding or ice skating or have a snowball fight at home. Anything that involves them being together, as a family.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Alex admires Skylar’s strength. To go through the abuse she suffered from her ex to losing her whole squad and then still come out on the other side compassionate and very loving when it could have turned her cold and harsh with always be something he admires of her. Along with everything else tbh.

Skylar admires how understanding he is. One of the other reasons she didn’t date after her abusive ex was because not a lot of people would understand that sometimes she doesn’t want to have sex or those nightmares come flooding back. Alex does, and he’ll give her her space and be there when she needs it. And along with everything else.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Cuddle, it helps both of them relax when they’re feeling down. If Skylar is having a panic attack or had a bad nightmare Alex will hold her tight and let her sob into his chest. If Alex had one, she’ll hold him and let him calm down…it’s rare when he does cry.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Married with a family of their own. They both want to have a happy, healthy and loving marriage and raise their children to be good human beings.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

They are very much equal in the relationship. No one out-dominates the other.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Absolutely. They don’t fight that often, when they do it’s because someone forgot to do or buy something. Can’t really blame them though, 8 kids is a lot, especially with two sets of twins. They’re bound to forget every now and then.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

They’re both internally grateful. Skylar met someone who not only loves her for who she is, but is willing to go above and beyond for her and the children and is always there for them. She’ll never take that for granted. Letting him in was a struggle, but she’s very happy she did and couldn’t picture her life without him.

Alex is internally grateful because she gave him a chance when she didn’t need too. That one night stand could’ve been it, but she let down the walls she put up for him and he wasn’t going to do anything that would hurt or disrespect her in any way. She gave her heart to him as he did to her, and he’ll always be grateful for that. And she gave him the greatest thing of all, their children.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

In the beginning of the relationship they did, but it was stuff that was hard to talk about. Like Skylar being a victim of abuse. Now they tell each other everything and don’t hide anything from each other.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Yes, on both ends. If it wasn’t for Alex she would have never been to Russia, shot a Degtyaryov and truly learn about his heritage. He also helped her come to terms with what happened to her was not her fault. She didn’t do anything to warrant her abuse, her ex was just a psychopath.

If it wasn’t for Skylar, he might not have ever made amends with his sister and she probably wouldn’t have been apart of the family he created with his kotyonok. She also made him want to be a better man, not just for her and their children, but for himself as well. He just wants to do right by her.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Neither get jealous easily, they both know they’re in it for the long hall (forever). The only time they do get jealous is if the kids like the other more for a moment or two. Even then they think it’s cute.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

They both are good kissers. They’re first kiss was during the holiday party where they snuck outside, seeing the snow falling down, coating the ground. Skylar went out and made a snowball, throwing it at Alex. He threw one back, then they fooled around in the snow until he was on top of her. They locked eyes, and then Alex kissed her.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It was in bed…after having sex. You can read it here.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

They both want to get married. As for how does Alex propose, I still haven’t figured it out yet because I have two ideas. Their marriage is very similar to Skylar’s parents’. It’s happy and healthy, with a great sex life. If something comes up that cause a small rift between them, they’ll talk about it and see what can be done to fix it. Alex and Skylar just want the same thing, to stay married and in love and be good parents’.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Alex calls Skylar - Kotyonok (kitten), Sky, and lyubov moya (my love).

Skylar calls Alex - Moi Sladik (my sweetness), Alex and babe.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Skylar wants to spend every minute with them, quite literally. And she’ll never stop talking about them, so it is very obvious to others.

Alex is the same way, he too wants to spend every waking minute with them. And he’ll say a lot of terms of endearment to them. It usually not obvious to others.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

They are very upfront about the relationship, you will always see them kissing, hugging, etc in front of people. Life is short, who cares…definitely not Tachanka.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

That they’re both bilingual. Their children are half American and half Russian, their children speak the Russian language too, along with English. It would be a tad bit difficult if Skylar couldn’t understand what they said. It also helps when they’re living in Russia too.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

They are both very romantic, Alex maybe more so. It doesn’t take much to make Skylar happy, but he likes to be creative. Some dates they’ll go to a fancy restaurant, others they might stargaze or have a picnic in the park. Skylar just likes that they’re together, having fun.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Yes and yes. If these two aren’t supporting each other, than something is very wrong. It doesn’t matter how dumb the goal is either, they’ll cheer them on and believe they can accomplish it.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

They’ll spice things up here and there because it’s fun. Plus no harm ever came from trying something new.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

They know each other very well, but are still learning new things everyday. And yes they are very empathetic.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

The relationship is very important to them, just as much as their kids are. It’s worth everything truthfully.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

When Skylar told Alex she was pregnant with the last set of twins, Grace was ecstatic, as were the older 4. Alex on the other hand, went pale in the face, mouth gaping, look Skylar dead in the eyes and said “Are you serious kotyonok?” He then walked over to her, hugged her and said he was happy and couldn’t wait to meet the newest addition. Little did they know, it was another set of twins.

You know what? I’ll do two.

Since each set of twins birthday’s are only 4 days apart, they tend to have joint birthday parties because it’s easier. Until Marianna and Konstantin became moody teenagers and wanted a birthday party for themselves.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

When aren’t they kissing and hugging? Skylar might be a little bit more affectionate, it’s in her nature. But they do love to kiss and cuddle and do so a lot, especially in the comfort of their own home.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Skylar will focus on her kids, because they’ll take her mind away from Alex being gone. If the kids aren’t in the picture, she’ll probably spend time with Ash or Ela and get some training in. Anything to keep her busy.

Alex will do the same and focus on the kids. And if they aren’t in the picture yet, than he’ll work on his LMG or find Kapkan for some sparring. Or he’ll sulk and look at pictures of her on his phone.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes! That’s all I’ll say on that topic.

#gear-redfield #otp: the tachanka and his kotyonok #tachanka x skylar #oc skylar jackson #alexsandr senaviev #tachanka #rainbow six siege #r6s

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questions 1 to... oh hell you know I'll ask you to answer them all. Although I think I know a few answers alread

I’m putting this under the cut because it’s LONG.

Original Character Asks* 1: What is your character’s biggest fear?Iago is terrified of death and being alone. His old self was homophobic but it wasn’t his biggest fear. * 2: What is your character’s favorite memory?Depends on the verse, but in his main verse Iago’s favorite memory is tied with his worst; summer camp. * 3: What is your character’s least favorite memory?See above. * 4: Does anyone have a crush on your character? Is your character aware of this?Not in his main verse, and Iago’s pretty… oblivious about other people’s feelings in general.* 5: Describe your character’s dream date.He’s much of a “date” guy because that usually means he has to walk around/eat things/be in public and he doesn’t like that. He’d prefer staying home and doing drugs or having sex, though if a date was required, he’d pick the movies.* 6: What is your character’s sexual orientation?He’s GAY AS HELL but in complete denial because of trauma he lived through as a kid which led to internalized homophobia.* 7: How does your character feel about their name?He hates it XD. His full name is Iago Holden Dantes because when he was dumped at the fire station he was in a box of books including Othello, Catcher in the Rye, and The Count of Monte Cristo. When it came time to name him, the nun (a Spanish woman and a teacher) picked one name from each book. Iago is the Spanish form of Jacob, and she had planned on naming her son Iago before she became a nun, then Holden because it means “gracious” and she thought he could use it instead of Iago if he ever wanted to appear more American, then Dantes because it means “one who endures” and she liked the dual reference to The Count of Monte Cristo and The Inferno. Of course Iago was mercilessly tormented by the other boys in the orphanage for his weird name, and when they started reading the books in school, it got even worse. The “worst” moment was when they were reading Othello in English class and the teacher decided to assign roles to students so they could act it out. Iago was assigned the role of Iago and he actually enjoyed it but it only made the teasing worse. * 8: Does your character hate anyone? Why?Yes. He hates queer people because of internalized racism, bullies, most authority figures, and of course, himself.* 9: How does your character feel about religion?He was raised in a Catholic orphanage so he’s relatively well versed on it, though he never payed rapt attention, so his knowledge is spotty. He mostly treats God like a deadbeat dad; to be used as a threat by some and cursed at/hated by others (including himself).* 10. Would your character ever kill someone?Yes. Without a doubt. It just depends on the person, but in some cases he might kill someone by accident just because he got into a fight and lost control.* 11: How did your character meet their best friend?His best friend is a cat named Pig. In most verses Pig actually finds Iago, either by walking up to him and meowing loudly/slamming against his shins in a demand for pets, or somehow making his way into wherever Iago is living without being spotted and making himself at home in Iago’s room.* 12: How would/does your character feel about roller coasters?He’s never been on one, and he’d be terrified but too proud to admit it. After one ride, he’d love it. Iago’s an adrenaline junky.* 13: What would your character die for?Iago’s been suicidal since he was 8, but he’d die “for” people he loved. * 14: What is the cutest thing your character has ever done?Bahaha Iago’s accidentally cute a lot (he’s 5’4” so even when he’s angry he’s cute) but he’s never purposefully cute and will probably fight anyone who says he’s cute (which would be cute anyway because… he’s 5’4”) but some accidental cute things he’s done include; sleeping curled up around Pig/a stuffed animal/a pillow, waking up and wrapping the blanket around himself like a robe and dragging it to the kitchen to make coffee, when he listens to music or watches TV/movies and he thinks no one is looking he’ll either sing along, or talk to the people on screen and it’s adorable. * 15: What music genre would your character listen to?Punk, rock, metal, rap, and anything he deemed “hardcore” though he’d also listen to top 40 hits and sappy/cheesy/angsty songs but he wouldn’t tell anyone. * 16: What other fictional characters remind you of your character?Well he’s based off Iago, Holden Caulfield, and Edmond Dantes, so there’s that. Beyond those three, Hayley from Hard Candy reminds me of him, and Negasonic Teenage Warhead, and Rorschach from Watchmen.* 17: Does your character have any irrational fears?Yeah, he’s terrified of needles. * 18: How would your character feel about having their life recorded?He’d HATE it. Anxiety alone would make him wanna die. * 19: What is your character’s deepest, darkest secret?At most points it’s that he’s gay, or the trauma he lived through. He THINKS his deepest secret is that he “liked” the abuse, but he didn’t like it, he just has a fucked up definition of enjoyment and consent.* 20: What is the most surprising thing about your character?That he’s actually really… sensitive? He likes flowers and animals and bright colors. Had he not been abused/grown up in a “normal” household, he’d probably be the type of gay boy you see on tumblr posting selfies of their makeup and nails and wearing flower crowns and neon croptops and he’d have a million pets and stuffed animals and spend his time studying to be a veterinarian. * 21: Is your character flexible?Physically? Yeah, mostly because he’s so skinny (and because whenever he gets drunk/high he ends up going out and getting screwed by men who bend him in half which is his form of stretching. * 22: What is the worst thing your character has ever done?Well… that depends on who you are. He’s fought people, bought and sold drugs, said horrible things to people who trusted him, and almost killed himself. * 23: Is your character morally gray or black or white?Probably gray. He’s not without his sins but most of the bad shit he does hurts himself more than others. * 24: What prejudices does your character have?He’s hella homophobic but after he realizes he’s gay, he pretty much turns into an anarchist liberal. * 25: Would you want to hang out with your character?Hahaha uhm… that depends on what version of him. I doubt Iago would want to hang out with me, regardless. * 26: What is your favorite headcanon for your character?His love for animals. It can be explained as simply as “he loves animals” or delved into deeply to explore why he feels the need to save and protect creatures who can’t do it themselves. * 27: What would be the worst way for your character to die?At his own hands or from a drug OD. Alone. * 28: What pet would your character like to have?ALL OF THEM. In most verses he has one cat, and that’s it, but in some verses he gets snakes, hedgehogs, puppies, birds, and even attempts to take in seals, raccoons, lions, bears, and monkies.* 29: What would be your character’s favorite food?Strawberries. * 30: Would your character have any hobbies?Doing drugs? Or drawing. Or both. * 31: What social media would your character use?I made him a fake Instagram once. He’s likely have a snapchat and a twitter as well. He might join tumblr after he comes out. (and grindr)* 32: What does your character look like?His fc is Ash Stymest, though Iago’s quite a bit shorter than him. He’s got an eating disorder so his weight fluctuates, though he’d never be described as anything but “skinny” even at his heaviest. He’s covered in tattoos, with very pale skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. He usually has bags underneath them from a lack of sleep. He’s be described as “disheveled” and if you saw him on the street you’d likely be concerned for his health. * 33: In what ways is your character like you?Hooo boy. A lot. I tend to take the advice “write what you know” too far, though Iago shares more traits with my younger self than me currently, which is a good thing. * 34: What is cliche about your character?If you boil him down to the core, almost everything. Skinny gay but homophobic white boy with tattoos and mental illnesses who does drugs but has a soft spot for animals? Yeah. Cliche. * 35: What is unique about your character?I’d like to think that I make him unique by how I write him, though I couldn’t tell you what makes him unique to others because I’m constantly paranoid that he’s not unique at all. * 36: Does anyone want to harm your character?Bahaha yeah. Iago’s not what you’d call “likeable” but most of the time he’s literally asking for it. * 37: Do people have justified grudges against your character?Grudges? I dunno. He doesn’t hang around people that much in general so unless he gets into a barfight and the guy takes it personally, there wouldn’t be a lot of people who hold longterm grudges. * 38: What role does your character play in their story?The victim. :/* 39: What would be your character’s niche on Tumblr?See above “cliche” question, or the one asking what’s surprising about him. * 40: What would be your character’s favorite school subject?Theater but he’d never admit it, so any class he could sleep in, really.* 41: Would your character want to have any children?NOPEx100000* 42: What would be your character’s dream career?Veterinarian. Or vaguely an “artist” somehow. * 43: What is your character insecure about?EVERYTHING. His looks, his smarts, his past, his height, his weight, his interests, his tattoos, his education….* 44: What is your character proud of?Uhhhh well when he comes out he’s proud that he can take dick like a champ and he doesn’t have a gag reflex but that’s about it. * 45: What would your character change about themselves?E v e r y t h i n g.* 46: Would you want to trade places with your character?Hopefully no one. * 47: What fandoms would your character be in?As a character? I dunno. As a fan? Marvel, DC, probably some anime fandoms, and anything he deemed “badass” (James Bond, TMFU, Tarantino films, etc)* 48: How would your character type?Badly. Quickly, but badly. Lots of text speak or typing errors. No punctuation and no capital letters. * 49: How does your character stand politically?He’s… not political. He thinks everything’s shit so if nihilism is a political view that’s his. * 50: What is your favorite thing about your character?Probably the fact that he’s so weird? Like I never know how he’ll react until I sit down to write stuff out. He’s volitile and that makes him fun, (but exhausting) to write.* 51: What is your character’s favorite animal?If you pressed him he’d say “cats” but he loves all animals and he’d hate you for making him pick one. * 52: How would your character act in gym class?Sit by the bleachers and steadfastly refuse to participate. (He actually forged a note from a doctor so he didn’t have to attend gym for the last two years of highschool.* 53: What clubs would your character join?He’s not a club kinda guy. * 54: What is the saddest thing about your character’s life?ALL OF IT lmao. No but he’s an orphan who was raped and molested for 3 years, then dropped out and ran away to become a semi-homeless drug addict in denial. * 55: Would your character do the Ice Bucket Challenge?No. His ED means he’s pretty much always cold and he would think it’s stupid anyway.* 56: What’s one of your character’s quirks?He runs his hands through his hair/scratches his arm when he’s nervous. * 57: How would your character feel about feminism?Originally? He’d be of the “fuck SJWs/feminazis are dumb/I’m an egalitarian” sort. He’d evolve over time. * 58: Is your character dorky or more athletic?Neither hahaha though he can be a dork he’s not dorky, and he’s certainly not athletic. * 59: What is your least favorite thing about your character?People think he’s gonna be one way but he’s not and they get mad or freaked out when he behaves a certain way because they didn’t think I’d go “that far” (i.e. crying during/after sex, attacking them, using slurs)* 60: If you could title your character’s life, what would you title it?“What the everloving fuck” maybe. Or “dear god look away” or “it keeps happening why does it keep happening” or just a gif of a giant rotating middle finger.

#ask #answered #iago #about iago

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elsewhereuniversity · 7 years

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ASKS - Mini Stories/Headcanons/Ideas

Little ask-stories sent to my main blog, posted here!

violetsnowstorm555 said: Archaeology majors agree never to dig anywhere near campus for fear of what might come up.

Anon said: What about that one kid who thinks the fair folk are actually ALIENS

k4t3yk4t said: There was that one occasion with the Vegan™ freshman who discovered the black fur coat in her roommate's closet. She was so appalled... She stole it, not to keep, but to confront her roommate later about. She never got the chance to. She wasn't seen for months, but eventually came back. She was different, when she did, though.. And never went near the pool again.

unicorn-aly said: The Girl With The Eye Tattoo on The Back Of Her Neck™; To always be kind to That One Janitor; don't pass that broom closet unless it's a life or death situation (and even then run as fast as you can); to say your purpose and you mean no harm when you enter That Room; leave exactly 9 cups of vanilla creamer under that tree; don't step on the tiny hills lest your head should face the opposite way for the rest of your life; never ever EVER pick up and keep the things you find in the mini garden 2/3

(I can’t find the other two asks connected to this which is a tragedy bc this fragment is a Gem)

chaoswolf1982 said: I am sooooo tempted to headcanon that EU is one of the places where citizens from Night Vale attend for higher education, but due to NV's own innate weirdnesses, those who've attended find absolutely nothing unusual or strange about the place, it being equivalent to them as being a quiet and plain small-town college. A good math program, decent arts scholarship, but nothing particularly stands out about it.

scarymaryanne said: OHMYGOD I'm in love with Elsewhere Uni! Just thinking about the RAs and how far they are willing/allowed to go to keep their students from getting nabbed. Like a rota for who rings the bells at dawn and dusk and no one will ever skip that duty, not again. And watching for signs of who might get taken. You can't foil them all the time cos they get mad but that tiny dance major on your floor is TOO fragile to revel with the Gentry and you will camp outside their door with salt and iron and the RAs who go in at the end of the year to get back those who were taken spend all year hoarding favours and gifts to use to get people out. They keep the crows sweet because while they would never, ever spy on the Fair Folk they've been known to drop tidbits of information and gossip that come in handy. They're the silver tongued English and Poli-sci majors who know exactly how to wheedle those who were taken back home

thecommrade said: EU idea. That one kid that everything seems to revolve around them. Are they the ring master? Are they a fae? Do they have forbidden dark magic? Nobody really knows. They're honestly too crazy to get a straight answers from them. Its always some cryptic poem of nonsense.

themarginalthinker said: They slide their notebook towards you. "I won't bite, promise!" You look down at the offering, the bullet points and neatly written summaries of the professor's lecture. Though sleep-deprived you are, pull away, sudden sickening realization of what you've done. They're smiling again, and there's something pinched between their fingers - a single hair. You'd taken their offer. They took their due. You don't acknowledge them day after next. Their eyes don't match. You know that hair color. You try to get your bearings on what's going on in class, not paying a whole lot of attention to the new student. Who is paying a lot of attention to you. "Bad week, huh?" They ask. You nod absently, suddenly realizing you don't know anyone really well in this class enough to ask for notes. Damn it..."Want to see mine?" The new student asks. You look over, finally - they seem friendly enough, an why not. Their eyes do not match. "Um..." You hesitate. They smile and /their eyes do not match/.

roseverdict said: headcanon: EU's school song rings a little longer, a bit louder, at home games. and in dorms. and honestly it's always playing just out of hearing range for the upperclassmen but the freshmen are freaking out that there's the song aLWAYS GOING-

solongraggedydoctor said: Elsewhere university. Their are three distinct types of non believers who attend. All three arrive unaware of the far world type 1) rapidly changes their views on the world, and accept and believe. Type 2) they willingly follow the rules, as they've seen what happens otherwise, but they say they don't believe, if just so if it turns out to be a joke they don't look stupid, they get got a few times. Type 3) they outright deny, and oddly, no matter what they do, nothing happens ... And oddly, no matter what they do, nothing ever happens to them. They show disrespect, follow none of the fae rules, and are still left alone, but then, towards the end of their final year, they kinda just seem to disappear, and no one really seems to remember where they went, and even years after the fact, no one you know has had any kind of contact with type 3, other than rumours that they moved away, and did something unnoteworthy.

las-lus said: About elsewhere university: Kids who dont notice time running slower because "fuck, isnt this how it usually runs in calculus' class?". Kids who Starr drawing weird shit on their notebooks and their friends dont know if its from that weird geometry class, if they started a new drawing style of If they've been abducted. Im majoring in physics and really I cant stop thinking How hard would It be for us to notice If our friends had been taken

kass-king-of-sass said: Hi, just wanted to say your stuff for elsewhere university is amazing. I don't know if you're still accepting stuff and I've never submitted an ask like this before but here goes. I've been imagining mischievous or angered fae living in residence halls and playing tricks on the inhabitants. Pulling the fire alarm at 2 am, locking people out of their rooms, messing with the thermostats, burning food in the microwaves, things like that. All the hallmarks of a bad roommate but with a fae twist.

Anon said: There are certain alleys on campus that, on some nights, lead to faerie pavilions. If you bring them an offering, the fair folk will let you dance with them and will not harm you as long as you don't eat the food and leave before dawn.

Anon said: Oh, oh! I'm an interior design/architect student! Just imagining all the little tricks of the eyes that you could learn from the fae and then implement in human design is so exciting!

Anon said: sorry im sure youre getting a veritable INFLUX these days but imagine: student at Elsewhere whose parents' expectations have guided them into med/law/some other 'esteemed' course but theyre secretly into/good at art or singing or something. the fae would have such good sport luring them away after they sang under their breath in the wrong part of campus or one of their pages of doodling got blown in the breeze out of the window :3:3

Anon said: A freshman who lives off campus in her own apartment but Knows more than any other freshman or off campus student. She smiles and speaks carefully eyes always watching she goes by a name that's familiar to some until one night at a party she challenges one of Them to a game of 21. She drops 2 pictures on the table one of 2 girls a younger her and dark haired girl with a duffle bag in her hands and the other is of the dark haired girl with a boy who has empty eyes. "I want to see my sister again"

Anon said: In the end, it turns out she was never any different from you. She just happens to be from Iceland, just happened to have grown up with Gentry in her garden and the sea in her back yard. The one place where one lives with Them in the mountains, the one place where even the government respect Them. She never needed salt, she had hemmed her skirts with rocks and painted her nails with volcanic ashes. You conclude that international students can be just as foreign as the Fae (3/3)

Anon said: A student invested in geopolitics strikes a deal; "Give me the power to stop the corporate damming and I'll make sure no human ever nears the Nile". After all, the fae doesn't care whether their actions hurt the humans, and the student now posses unprecedented bargaining chip against at least four different governments

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crywonder · 7 years

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The Fire That Keeps On Burning: Part 1

Ship: Eventual Pokeshipping (some instances of Handyman, Contest, Wishful, Luck, onesided Amour and every Dawn ship ever)

Summary: "I feel like this year is really about, like, the year of just realising stuff." - Kylie Jenner. After having achieved everything he thought he ever wanted, Ash spends a year-long journey revisiting his past. This forces him to rethink things. For the 20th anniversary of the Pokemon anime.

Read it on: FFnet || AO3

(A/N: I normally envision Ash to be pretty well settled at age 30, but that wasn't the story I wanted to write. A lot of the scenarios that come up in this are ones that directly contradict my headcanons, or things I don't even like seeing in other stories. But the themes that this explores are ones that have been really important to me, personally, so it was essential for me to write this. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did creating it! :) )

It was high in the afternoon when he first caught sight of Pallet Town. It warmed his chest as he soaked it in – the houses dotting large, green fields, the road leading up to Professor Oak’s windmill, and a glimpse of the glittering blue ocean that met Pallet Beach. He was glad that he still remembered it so perfectly, despite having not visited in three years.

“Well, Pikachu?” He looked to his partner perched on his shoulder, “We’re finally home.”

“Pikachu,” the pokémon breathed. Ash could relate. The older he got and the further he travelled or settled away from Pallet Town, the more coming back would take his breath away. Especially lately, after living in Lumiose City for so long. City life, he’d come to realise, would never suit him.

“I’m almost tempted to run all the way home,” Ash thought out loud. Like he used to when he was a kid and still a travelling trainer. Especially when he saw his mother’s home, he’d get so excited at the thought of his mother’s cooking that he’d let his body get the better of him.

“Pika…”

“Like you’ve got anything to complain about! You’ve been sitting on my shoulder this whole time.”

“Pikachu!”

“Fine. Freeloader.”

It wasn’t like Ash was going to run anyway. He wanted to prolong his walk as much as possible, because if he was being honest, he was a little scared. It was a long time since he’d seen a lot of his friends and family back home, and while they were no doubt caught up on his whereabouts thanks to Delia, he still wasn’t sure how they’d react. Tracey and Daisy had been with his parents at the Orange Islands the last time he’d visited, so he didn’t even get to meet their kids. Gary had been doing some on-site research elsewhere, so he only really saw his mother. He hoped they were all here this time.

He hadn’t really called ahead to let them know he was coming.

The dirt path leading up to and past his mother’s house hadn’t changed at all, except for the car. He was pleased to see it; it was small and unassuming, but that was all his mom needed anyway. He’d pushed her to get one after he paid off the mortgage so that she wasn’t stuck at home all day. The flowery bush just opposite the road was still there – what was it called? Baby’s Breath? He could never remember the name. It didn’t matter, he decided, as he stooped over to gather a bunch in his hand. Pikachu jumped off of his shoulder and scurried over to the letterbox.

“What’ve we got, buddy?” Ash asked after he was done, when Pikachu jumped back on his shoulder. The mouse shuffled through each envelope, giving Ash enough time to look at them. “Junk mail, water bill, electricity bill, a letter? Oh, that’s just from her friend down the road.”

It was nothing interesting, so Ash decided to stop stalling and open the door. It was unlocked as usual; there was no need to keep your house locked in a place like Pallet Town.

“Mom?” he called as soon as he stepped in. He could hear pots and pans clanging in the kitchen, so she probably couldn’t hear him.

“Guess we’re heading into the kitchen,” he muttered, and turned to take off his shoes. But before he could do anything, he was slapped twice across the face.

“OW! What the hell?!”

“Mime!” Mr Mime recoiled before him and quickly grabbed for Ash’s cheeks, rubbing them gently as if to soothe them.

“Ash!” His mother finally came out of the kitchen and started running towards him. He met her halfway and pulled her into the bear hug of a lifetime. “Oh, my little boy’s home! Mr Mime must not have recognised you under that beard!”

“I’m not really a little boy anymore…” he groaned, while Pikachu giggled on his shoulder.

“I know, but,” she pulled away, but kept her arms firmly around his waist, “You’re always going to be my baby. Even if you’re nearly a foot taller than me.” She placed her hands on her hips. “But you didn’t tell me you were coming home!”

“I wanted to surprise you.” He finally pulled away and let Pikachu leap into Delia’s arms for his own set of cuddles. He handed her the bouquet of flowers he was holding, and watched her expression relax. “I would’ve just hung out at Professor Oak’s if you weren’t home.”

“Ash, there are lovely, but did you get these from the bush across the road?” He grinned sheepishly, and Delia shook her head. “I suppose that doesn’t matter. It’s wonderful to see you! Especially now, after you’ve started travelling again. Serena told me you hadn’t dropped by since you left Kalos.”

Ash’s smile dropped slightly. “I still call. I guess things got a little crazy the past year.”

“I suppose some things never change.” He noticed his mother’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, but he decided not to bring it up.

“You weren’t busy, were you?”

“Of course not! Little old me is never busy, especially not on a Sunday afternoon. You know how much I like having those to myself. Unless it’s you, of course.”

“And Mimey,” Ash pointed out.

His mom chuckled, “And Mimey. Say, sweetie, are you hungry?”

“Yes,” he breathed, sending Delia into a fit of giggles. He could almost taste her Pallet noodle special, and from the look on Pikachu’s face, he could probably taste it too.

“You’re probably tired from your journey, right?” his mother asked, turning around to head into the kitchen. “You can go ahead and sleep in your old room. If you can still fit – I haven’t really changed the bed. You can take my room if it’s too small for you.”

“Nah, I want to spend time with you first.” Ash wrapped an arm around her shoulder and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I missed you a lot.”

“Then find me a vase to put these in. And shave that mess off of your face!” Delia stood on her tiptoes and placed a light kiss on his nose, and smiled warmly up at him in a way that emphasized the new smile crinkles around her eyes – ones Ash hadn’t even noticed before. “And I missed you too, Ash.”

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Ash took a short nap after eating and catching up with his mom and Mimey, which went well into the evening. He would’ve slept longer if it was more comfortable, but he only just fit into his bed. His head touched the wooden headboard and his feet stuck out the other end. He could barely stretch without half of him falling off. Pikachu was fine – he went to rest comfortably on Ash’s old Snorlax doll after seeing there wasn’t enough room on the bed.

Ash decided against waking him up before trudging downstairs. In the living room, his mother sat on their couch reading a magazine. The smell of her famous noodle soup came wafting in from the kitchen.

“You look nice. What’s the occasion?”

“I called Professor Oak to tell him you were back, so Gary’s coming over.” Delia placed the magazine on her lap and smiled up at him. “He can’t really make the trip down himself anymore.”

Ash grinned internally. Professor Oak was in his eighties now, and wasn’t supposed to walk so much, but the old man never let that stop him. He supposed he would avoid a trip if it meant his mother’s anger, however.

“Is Tracey coming?”

“No, he and the family are in Viridian for his exhibition. But they should be home tomorrow. Oh!” She clapped her hands together, “You haven’t met their youngest, have you?”

Ash shook his head. “A girl, right? With some flower name.”

“It’s Clover. You remember all their names, I hope? Clover, Angelo and Ivy?”

Ash snorted, and she furrowed her brow. “What?”

“Nothing.”

He could never forget Ivy, or the story behind her name. Tracey and Daisy were still stuck on what to call their first child, and Misty had convinced them that Ivy was perfect. They regretted the decision as soon as they announced it to Brock. Thankfully Misty had caught it all on camera so he could be a part of the action.

“When is Gary getting here?” Ash asked before his mother could question the grin on his face.

“Soon! He should be here about…”

Right on cue, the door burst open. Ash had to roll his eyes at Gary’s timing.

“Mrs K!” Gary boomed, “You look stunning. Did you do something with your hair?”

“Oh Gary!” his mom giggled, and Ash bristled. “You always were a sweet talker. I thought I asked you to start calling me Delia.

“Sorry, sorry. Force of habit. But seriously, you look especially beautiful today. What’s your routine?”

“I’d appreciate it if you stopped flirting with my mother, Gary,” Ash grunted, stepping into the other man’s view.

“Ash, is that how you greet your guests?”

“Aw, it’s okay.” Gary grinned, “Ashy-boy’s just jealous because he’s a taken man, and I can hit on whoever I want.”

“You cannot hit on whoever you want,” Delia said sternly, and Gary stood at attention.

“Of course not!”

“Hmm.” Delia crossed her arms. “Well, come on in! I assume you want some coffee? Black with no sugar?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Delia vacated the living room, and Gary pulled Ash in for a hug. “It’s been a long time, Ash.”

“It’s good to see you again,” Ash agreed, patting his friend on the back. “I missed you the last time.”

Gary pulled away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to make it, but I was too close to finding Mew.” He frowned. “Or at least, I thought I was.”

“Have you tried the forest near Cameran Palace?”

Gary’s arm went slack as he stared at Ash in shock, but he shook it off soon after. “Should’ve known you of all people would know where to find a legendary pokémon. You wouldn’t happen to know about Ho-Oh too, would you? That’s who I’m researching now.”

Ash chuckled, shaking his head. “Sorry.”

“Still useless when it counts, huh?” Gary laughed as he dodged Ash’s fist. “Anyway, how long are you in Pallet this time? I heard you haven’t been back home in a while. Kalos must miss you.”

The mention of Kalos had an almost immediate effect on Ash – his shoulders had sunk and his hand had shoved themselves into his pockets. He could almost hear Pikachu’s concerned “chu” despite the pokémon not even being there. He sneaked a look at Gary’s raised eyebrow and cursed himself for being so transparent.

“Here’s your coffee, Gary,” his mother called out, walking into the hallway. “And I made that Pallet noodle special you really like, since you’re staying for dinner.” She stopped short when she saw them. “Ash? Sweetie, are you alright?”

“Hey, Mrs – Delia?” Gary slapped a heavy arm on Ash’s shoulder, almost causing him to flinch. “Is it cool if I borrow Ash after dinner?”

* * * * * * * *

Gary’s friend still hadn’t shown up by the fourth bourbon. Or was it the fifth? Gary kept buying and Ash wasn’t keeping count. All he knew was that he was clearly more buzzed than Gary was, but that probably had something to do with the fact that Ash hadn’t had a drink since he was twenty one.

He’d even expected to do shots when they walked in. Shots.

“Shots, Ash? What are you, a teenage girl?” Gary had asked, and Ash was about to point out that Gary had no problem with taking shots when they were younger, despite him never having been a teenage girl, but Gary had already moved on to another topic. Which was just typical. He always had to have the last word.

Ash held his empty glass to his face. The bar was hot and stuffy, and the glass felt cool against his skin. “Who’s your friend again?”

“I told ya, you’ve met them.” Gary held a finger up at the bartender to order another round.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m gonna remember them,” Ash pointed out, jabbing his glass in Gary’s direction and fumbling when a block of ice almost fell out onto his lap.

“You’ll definitely know her.”

“Oh, so it’s a her!” Ash rubbed his chin, which eventually led to scratching at his chin because he’d done a terrible job of shaving his beard off and it was bugging him.

“Damn! And that was a crucial detail too.”

“Who is she?”

“She’s a babe.”

Ash rolled his eyes. “Gary, if it’s one of your old cheerleaders –”

“It’s not –”

“And if you’re trying to set me up with someone –”

Gary scoffed. “Why would I set you up with someone when I could hook up with her myself? ‘Sides, like anyone would wanna go home with you when I’m around.”

“I don’t want to go home with anyone except myself.”

“I should’ve known I’d stumble into a weird conversation with you around, Oak.” Ash turned around to the source of a new voice and found a vaguely familiar head of messy red hair.

“I wouldn’t mind going home with her,” Ash mumbled before he could place who she was, though he ended up being louder than he thought he was. She had clearly heard him, and when he realised that the ‘she’ in question was actually Misty, he wanted to sink into his seat until he disappeared.

Gary snorted long and hard. “I don’t know whether to laugh at him or at the fact that you’re wearing mom jeans, Misty.”

Misty scowled at both of them, face flushed and arms crossed. “I just threw something on. I didn’t realise I was supposed to dress nice.”

“I think it’s very you,” Ash offered shyly, and immediately regretted opening his mouth for the second time that night when she glared at him.

“I mean, it suits you,” Gary agreed, “But it’d look better on Ash’s bedroom floor.”

Ash slammed his head against the counter of the bar, and from the corner of his eye watched Misty rub her temples. “Okay, what round are you guys on?”

Ash answered “four or five” while Gary answered “six”. Misty groaned. “And when did you start?”

“Right before we called you.”

“That was half an hour ago!”

The bartender chose that moment to place their next two bourbons down. Ash sat up, ready to get more of the cool liquid into his system. He saw Misty starting to protest so he took a gulp before she could say anything, and Gary lifted a finger.

“You’re not here to babysit, you’re just our designated driver. Besides, Ashy-boy’s had a rough day.”

“More like a rough past eight years,” Ash muttered under his breath.

Misty sat down on a stool next to him, and Ash couldn’t stand the concerned look she was giving him. It was like she actually cared, and that was giving him ideas. “What happened?”

Ash took another swig of his drink, which was now already half empty. “Nothing happened. Being a pokémon master sucks. I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

“I’ve been trying to get him to drink until he spills,” Gary explained.

Misty rolled her eyes. “That’s the best way to go about this? Really?”

“Well even if he doesn’t, it’s cathartic,” Gary mumbled into his glass.

Misty sighed. “Is that why you haven’t returned to Kalos for so long, Ash?”

“I’m on hiatus,” he murmured.

“Your hiatus was meant to last two months. You’ve been gone a year.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I don’t think alcohol’s going to do it, Gary.”

“We’re not leaving till he’s getting wrecked.” Gary downed a third of his glass. “I didn’t ask you here to interrupt my therapy session, Misty!”

“Wha –” Misty stood up, her face fuming. “The nerve! I came all the way out here on my night off – and therapy? Are you serious?!”

“You’re really hot when you’re mad,” Ash blurted out. His eyes widened when he noticed Misty’s startled face turn to him. “Oh, did I say that out loud? Whoopsies.” Ash was ready to scull the rest of his liquor when he felt a few drops fall on his knee, courtesy of Gary spitting out some of his drink. “Dude!”

“What kind of grown man says ‘whoopsies’?”

“Any grown man?” Ash sneered at his former rival before turning to his best friend, not fully registering the fact that she had her head in her hands. “Did you see what he just did?”

“At least buy me a beer,” she said dryly.

Gary lifted a finger in the general direction of the bartender. “One glass of your strongest tequila for the lady –”

“I said I wanted a beer. I’m not drinking that, I have to drive!”

“– In that corner over there.” Gary pointed at a girl in a short skirt standing alone at the counter on the other end of the room. “Misty, there’s no way I’m buying you a drink. That’s what you have Ash for.”

Ash watched Gary saunter off for a while before turning his attention back to Misty, who hadn’t stopped glaring at the other man.

“I don’t mind buying you a beer,” Ash told her. He flinched when she turned her glare at him.

“If you think that’s going to get me in bed with you, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“I can’t go to bed with you. I have a girlfriend.”

“I was wondering when you would remember that.” She placed both of her elbows on the counter and pinched the bridge of her nose. Ash was used to seeing her with bunched up shoulders and gritted teeth over the years, especially when he was the cause. Normally he felt a mix of things – a sense of victory, a bit of excitement, and only a tiny hint of guilt. Now he just felt sad.

“I’m sorry I pissed you off.”

When Misty looked back at him, her expression had softened, and he couldn’t stand it. “It’s not your fault, Ash. Gary shouldn’t be encouraging you to drown your problems in alcohol. I know you don’t do that on a daily basis.” She paused. “I’m a little concerned that that’s the first thing Gary thought of to help.”

“Yeah, you should probably send Gary to therapy.”

She chuckled, “You actually sound smarter when you’re drunk. How does that work?”

“I’m actually a genie.”

“A genie?”

Ash scrunched his face together. “…Genius. But I guess genies would have to be geniuses if they can make all your wishes come true.”

“I take back what I said.”

Ash placed the empty glass against his nose, leaning back into his stool. “Do you ever miss me?”

She shot him a look. “What?”

“You’re my best friend. I miss you a lot.”

She stared at him through narrowed eyes before looking away. “Of course I miss you, Ash.”

“But you never call me!”

“You never call me either.”

“Because I thought you were mad at me.”

“Why would you think I was mad at you?”

Ash slid the glass up to his forehead and closed his eyes. “I’unno. Maybe I did something.”

Misty reached over, taking the glass from his face and placing it on her other side. “You haven’t done anything wrong. We’re terrible at keeping in touch, alright? We’re both pretty busy lately.”

Ash quirked an eyebrow. “You didn’t come to my engagement party.”

Misty froze for a second, before pulling away from his gaze and turning around in her seat. “Like I said, busy. I would have loved to be there, but …” She shrugged. Ash wanted to tell her he didn’t believe her, but some small, stupid, sober part of his brain was keeping his lips sealed.

“To be frank,” she continued, “I’m too tired to talk to anyone on most days. Or travel, or anything.”

He took this as an opportunity to relieve the tension, giving her a watery grin. “Really? Why couldn’t you be like that when we were travelling and I couldn’t get you to shut up?”

Misty threw a punch at his shoulder, which made Ash yelp out in pain. The alcohol heightened any physical contact he experienced. Or was it the age? Maybe both.

“I don’t even like this whole bar thing,” Ash grumbled. Misty pulled her stool closer to him and rested her chin in her hands.

“Then why are you still drinking?”

“Because it’s hot.” Although having Misty around was making him feel much hotter under the collar than the bar itself. But he wasn’t going to tell her that.

Or had he told her already? “Did I say that out loud?”

“What, that it’s hot? Yeah, you did. It’s pretty stuffy in here.”

“Oh yeah. Stuffy. Yeah, it’s real stuffy in here.”

“I don’t think I want to know what you were really thinking, Ash.”

“You definitely don’t.”

“Why not?” Gary’s unwelcome voice asked as he took his old seat next to Ash, “Honesty is always the best policy.”

Misty grinned, “What happened to your nightly conquest?”

The question immediately destroyed Gary’s smug expression. He even pouted, much to Ash’s delight – just like a toddler. “She was dumb. Like twenty, or something.”

Ash nodded. “She said you were too old, didn’t she?”

Gary spluttered and Misty burst into beautiful chiming peals of laughter. Ash felt a sense of accomplishment at both sights – it was like he was seeing some lifelong subconscious dream finally come to fruit, him embarrassing Gary and making Misty laugh.

“That was a good one,” Misty heaved, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Whatever.” Gary shifted in his seat. “Can we go home? I’m done here.”

“Hey!” Ash complained, “I thought this drinks thing was for me!”

“About time, too.” Misty rose out of her seat and stretched her elbows behind her back. “You guys have clearly drunk enough.”

“And I was going to buy you a beer, too,” Ash added quietly.

Gary wiggled an eyebrow. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No.” Misty gave them both a light slap on the arm. “C’mon, let’s get you boys home.”

* * * * * * * *

Ash woke up to the sun shining through his window, the pidgey singing and Pikachu snoozing comfortable atop his stomach.

And he felt like shit.

“Are you awake, Ash?” his mother called very, very loudly from what sounded like underwater. Confused, he attempted to stick his head into the air, and saw her standing in the doorway – definitely not right next to his ear and not anywhere near any water.

“I am now,” Ash wanted to say, but what came out of his mouth was a series of grumbles. He frowned when Delia started laughing.

“Oh honey, you know getting drunk in your thirties is a bad idea. That hangover is going to last a few days, I’m afraid.”

“Aren’t you mad?” This time somewhat coherent – even if his voice was deeper than he was used to – he lifted himself up slowly, disturbing Pikachu’s sleep. After a string of curses from the pokémon, the critter crawled up to Ash’s pillow to rest there.

There go my chances of going back to sleep, Ash thought.

“I can’t be mad at your age, can I? You’re an adult. You’re responsible for your own choices.” She crossed her arms. “Though I do hope this won’t become a regular occurrence.”

“It definitely won’t.” He slid down his bed and its ladder, but his knees buckled upon landing and he found himself face first on the floor.

“Are you alright?!” his mother gasped, but Ash barely heard it over the sound of his own stomach churning. It twisted in a strange way that sent a terrible taste up to his throat and –

“Bathroom,” he growled, and got to his feet and ran. The feeling of hurling his guts into the toilet bowl, combined with a nasty, throbbing headache that only got worse as time wore on, made him feel even more like shit. His only solace was his mother rubbing his back in soothing circular motions.

When he stood up to flush the toilet, his every muscle felt sore. He felt like he’d tried to climb Mt Silver in an hour, and then jump right off of it. “I’m never drinking again,” he groaned.

Delia giggled, “That’s my boy! Do you want me to bring you breakfast in bed? I made sausages and pancakes and scrambled eggs and grilled cheese sandwiches and egg noodle soup.”

Ash placed a sloppy kiss on her forehead, which made Delia wince. “Love you, mom, but I think I can make it downstairs okay.”

“If you say so, but please brush your teeth first.”

Ash did as he was told and even went the extra mile and threw a quick shower. He threw up again halfway through it, and no doubt he’d throw up after breakfast too, but at least he wouldn’t smell terrible. He tried waking Pikachu up, but not even the temptation of ketchup would rouse him; he’d spent all of the past evening with Gary and Tracey’s pokémon at the lab, and it looked like he’d really tired himself out.

He trudged downstairs and into the kitchen – with great difficulty – to find his mother setting multiple plates of everything she had promised and Misty watching her, one eyebrow raised and a mug of coffee halfway to her lips. Or away from it. He didn’t really care.

He was glad to see her, but a little anxious at the same time. Last night was the first time he talked to her in years, and his time in the bathroom had slowly brought back some hazy memories of him trying to hit on her, like he often saw Bonnie or Brock do to other girls at bars and big parties. It wasn’t quite Full Brock, but it was close enough as far as Ash was concerned; he never intentionally flirted with anyone. Not to mention his current state was a mess – his hair a frizzy tangle from the shower, and dark bags under his eyes that wouldn’t leave no matter how much water he splashed onto his face.

“Water and hydrodol?” Misty asked when he practically collapsed into his seat. She popped a full glass of water and a pill down in front of him before he could even respond. He didn’t mind, though, popping the medicine into his mouth and greedily downing the whole glass. His mother ruffled his head.

“I’m gardening out the back, so you two yell if you need me!” she chirped, before disappearing out the back door. From the window, Ash could see that Mimey was already in the garden waiting for her.

“Morning,” he grunted at Misty, before digging into his pancakes.

“Good morning,” Misty replied. He was acutely aware of her narrowed eyes, her pursed lips and the long finger tapping against her jawbone. Her hair was still mussed from having woken up, and she was wearing an old shirt of his that fitted her like a dress. Probably lent to her by Delia.

“How come you stayed here?”

“Your mom offered.” Misty reached for a nearby jug of water when she noticed his gaze flick to the empty glass, and she poured him another one. “I was supposed to stay at Tracey and Daisy’s, but I forgot he had his exhibition last night. And the spare key Daisy promised wasn’t where she said it would be. I’d rather be here than at the lab.”

“You and my mom are still close, huh?”

Misty snorted. “Of course we are. I got close to her when you weren’t around. That’s not going to change, considering you’re still never home.”

Ash paused his chewing for a moment. It seemed like it could be a loaded statement, but she said it as if it didn’t matter. And not in that passive-aggressive way he’d so often seen her use, but in a way that suggested she genuinely didn’t care.

He wasn’t sure if that was worse.

“I’m busy,” he started after he swallowed, “I just –”

Misty held a hand up. “We had this discussion last night, remember?” She squinted at him. “Do you remember?”

He sighed. “Yep.”

“Good. So I’ve been visiting much less often than I used to.”

“Huh.” She was being strangely nice. She wasn’t even teasing him; she was just being…pleasant. It was unsettling.

Because he knew Misty would only act like that if she thought he was having a tough time. And if so, how did she know?

Deciding he needed to stop thinking so much, he reached for a sausage and bit half of it off in one go. “How come Gary called you to drive us home? Do you guys keep in touch or something?”

“Oh jeez.” Misty rolled her eyes. “Seriously? Yeah, Ash, we’re friends. But he called me because it was my night off, and because he was taking you out for drinks.” She pointed a finger at him. “Because you have some major issues. You don’t have to get so jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Ash replied far too quickly, earning an incredulous look from her. Alright, maybe he was a little jealous, but it wasn’t because of what she thought. It was weird seeing all the people that he’d introduced to each other bonding and moving out without him. It was strange enough finding out that Misty had become good friends with his mom. There had been a pang in his chest when he heard them swap inside jokes that meant nothing to him. And now Misty was probably doing that with Gary?

It was a complex and complete enough reason to be jealous as is, and therefore it definitely wasn’t what Misty thought.

And what Misty thought irked him, since it definitely wasn’t true.

“Sure you aren’t.” She rested her chin on a fist, and rested her elbow on the table. “How’s the wife?”

“She’s not my wife,” Ash snapped, and immediately froze when he realised what he’d said. He was glad his mother wasn’t around, for she’d have skinned him alive for speaking like that about Serena. “Er…well she’s not…I mean, we’re engaged so she’s not technically my wife – and I think I want to end it because I don’t think I was really in love with her in the first place, but I guess that’s not what you were asking…”

Ash trailed off, and looked back at Misty to see her staring at him incredulously. She blinked once, then twice, and finally looked away to clear her throat. “Okay,” she exhaled, “You’re going to have to start from the beginning and catch me up here.”

(A/N: I want it to be clear that there will be no Serena bashing in this fic at all! And I also want to stress that I actually know nothing about the Kardashians. I unfollowed Buzzfeed on Facebook right before that Taylor Swift debacle and I don't want anything more to do with them ;) )

#Pokeani #Ash Ketchum #Misty Waterflower #pokemon fanfiction #pokeshipping #(sort of)#this is going to be a long process my friends #but i did promise myself i'd have the whole complete story up by april 1st #so here goes #mine

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Atypical

This is a short little trans!Klaus fic I’ve written for @autisticnoahfoster, because Josh and I are just tiny transkids getting by on headcanons, and Klaus is 100% a gentle transboy.

This isn’t accurate to canon, I’ve made it so the siblings end up living happily with Monty forever with no Olaf intervention.

Klaus Baudelaire first became aware of the concept of gender at the age of six as he was working through his parent’s large library shelf by shelf. He was, at that point, on the third shelf from the bottom (and rapidly running out of options, since he had always been short for his age and couldn’t reach shelf number 4), which is where he encountered a book titled “A Stranger In My Own Body: Atypical Gender Identity Development and Mental Health”. The book was hardcover, slightly heavy, and it weighed Klaus down as he slid it off the shelf. He carried it over to the large armchair, where he remained for more than 12 hours, taking detailed notes.

A habit of Klaus’s had always been to take notes whilst reading- he was a fan of lists, and his notebook full of records made it possible to organise his thoughts, and revisit his new knowledge if he ever found himself forgetting something important. He often found it soothing to sit in his room with the lights dimmed and read back through his folders.

The notes he made while reading this book were incredibly detailed and specific, more so than usual. Gender was never really a concept that had occurred to him before- his parents were relaxed in how their children chose to dress and behave, so when their younger daughter had asked to cut off all of her shoulder length hair and give away her dresses and skirts, they hadn’t seen it as anything worth mentioning. To them, she was just a girl that didn’t like to be feminine (which, in their opinion, was a societal construct that nobody should be required to adhere to in any case). However, as Klaus made his way through a book filled with facts and research that told him that it was possible not to be what you’re expected to be, he became increasingly convinced that ‘Laila Baudelaire’ didn’t exist.

By the time Beatrice Baudelaire walked into the library at 9 o’clock to take her child to bed, she found Klaus fast asleep with a book closed in his lap and a page of his notebook filled with neatly printed facts about gender divergence and the disconnect between sex and gender. The page ended with “Conclusion: I think I might be a boy”.

She carried the sleeping child upstairs to his room and switched the light off, promising herself that she’d speak to him soon about everything.

---

The next morning, the Baudelaire parents were woken before dawn broke by their youngest child sitting at the end of the bed with a clip board and a series of flashcards. His hair was messy and falling in his eyes, and his glasses weren’t yet on, causing him to squint a little in order to make out the features of his parents faces. Beatrice noted that his pyjamas were getting slightly small on him, the ends of the sleeves only coming partway down his wrists. She smiled fondly at him, and marvelled at how old he seemed to have gotten all of a sudden.

“Mother, Father. I couldn’t sleep so I’ve put together a presentation.” “Laila, it’s not even six yet.” mumbled Bertram, scrambling sluggishly to sit upright in his bed. “This is important. Do you know what Gender Identity Disorder is?”

He continued to walk them through his notes, complete with diagrams and references, for a further hour until he felt they understood where he was coming from. When both parents nodded and agreed that Klaus was almost certainly correct in his feelings that he should have been born male, the young boy felt a breath of relief leave him that it felt like he’d been holding for 12 hours. They sat and discussed for a while longer how they could accommodate his feelings and validate his identity. They eventually came to the conclusion that, for now at least, the boy was content with a simple change of language- for him to be referred to as their son, with masculine aligned pronouns, and the name he would have been given had he been assigned male at birth.

—

From that day onwards, he lived as Klaus, and memories of Laila were all buried.

Violet, of course, was onboard immediately even without Klaus’ detailed explanation (however, when she noticed quite how much her little brother seemed itching to educate her, she sat down and diligently listened to the presentation, accepting note cards and information packets she was expected to keep for future reference. She even smiled and nodded when Klaus ran away with himself and his words tumbled together into an unintelligible string of sounds that she couldn’t quite make out).

When Sunny was born, she was brought up as neutrally as possible- Bertram and Beatrice refused to give in to pink babygrows and a pastel pink nursery, instead opting to raise her in soft yellows and whites until she was old enough to choose for herself what she liked. She spent time with Violet every day, watching her sister build and invent, with her eyes filled with wonder and her tiny hands grabbing for the tools (though, in hindsight, that could solely have been a desire to use Violet’s favourite screwdriver as a chew toy). She was closest, however, to Klaus, who was her best friend from the first day she came home. There was never any clear reason why, but the two were thick as thieves almost immediately. Klaus was a fiercely protective older brother, always filled with the softest love for his little sister. His only wish on his twelfth birthday was for his baby sister to grow up happy, safe, and herself.

Klaus knew he was lucky to be in such an environment, one where gender roles were the subject of jokes and disagreement, instead of being rule of law for raising children. Looking back, he couldn’t picture himself and Violet growing up with waist length pigtails and frilly frocks, pushed to cooking and dressing up rather than reading and creating. There was something about his parents’ attitude that kids have a right to discover and decide for themselves that filled Klaus’ heart with warmth. He knew, from the moment they accepted him, that he wanted to model his future self after them.

—

The Baudelaire fire arguably hit Klaus harder than either of his sisters. Violet, at fourteen, was ferociously mature and independent, emotionally able to get through anything. And Sunny, despite being less than a year old, had already developed a level of stability that Klaus didn’t expect to ever reach in his life.

When he lost his parents, he lost his security. Although they weren’t 100% capable, Violet and Sunny could easily cope on their own, but Klaus was too sensitive. Through the jumble of anger, sadness, and sheer terror that seemed to cloud his brain from the moment Mr Poe’s ominous figure descended onto Briny Beach and delivered the dreadful news that grey morning, Klaus was internally kicking himself for expressing any form of emotion whatsoever. “I’m a boy. Boys don’t do this. Crying is weakness, weakness is feminine.” Although the conscious part of him was aware that sensitivity wasn’t rooted in gender, and that women were far from weak, too much of him was filled with darkness and hurt to listen to that part of him. In his world, everything had come crashing down- two of the only people that truly understood him had gone, forever, taken away like a wisp of smoke.

The first night at the Poe household, he managed to wake Edgar and Albert by sobbing gently into his pillowcase. Apparently, to real men like the Poe boys, losing both of your parents in a sudden and tragic accident wasn’t a valid excuse for a boy to be in tears, so they threw pillows at Klaus until he learnt to cry silently. Then, life at Count Olaf’s house, where he was faced with psychological abuse and constant misgendering every opportunity, had sucked so much out of the siblings that even crying felt too much for Klaus. He dragged himself through everyday, so caught up in trying to solve everything, save everyone, protect his sisters with his every waking breath, and burned himself out. He found himself drifting away like ash in wind, and the only chunk left of him that felt capable of feeling anything at all, felt strongly that he wished he had perished alongside his parents that dreadful day.

—

When the Baudelaires arrived at their Uncle Monty’s home, it took a long while for Klaus to come back to his old self. He had become used to nothing going right, and refused to become comfortable with a new guardian until he was certain they were safe. Safety felt a long way off for him, though, even if his sister’s felt secure in their new home.

Klaus settled into a rigid caricature of his old self for the first few weeks. Everyday he would rise, silently eat breakfast at the table until he was excused, and resign himself to the library for the remainder of the day. He would sit stiffly in an uncomfortable desk chair, refusing to allow himself access to the heavenly-looking beanbag, because comfort isn’t possible in a world of uncertainty. For people like him, comfort is a myth. He read and read until he ran out of books on the shelves, and then started from the beginning, this time with a pencil and paper to take notes, just as he did when he was a child. Reality hit when he realised that the past couple months had completely ripped out every core part of who he once was, as he struggled to even comprehend what he was reading about the Virginian Wolfsnake, let alone write it up.

All the heartbreak culminated when he came across another shelf in the library, filled with fiction and photo albums. One album was titled Baudelaires in the loopy script that was so unmistakably his mother’s. A tear was already trickling down his left cheek, which he aggressively wiped away because manly, manly, manly.

He couldn’t internalise the pain once he reached the second page and saw LAILA ROSE BAUDELAIRE, 22.03.2000 accompanied by that one hideous baby photo in which he’s wearing a puffy knee white length dress and pink ribbons in his hair. He allowed himself to cave, to give into all the demons that had been tearing him apart since the day he stepped foot in the charred ruins of his childhood sanctuary. He sank to the floor with the photo album clutched to his chest, his hands shaking. He cried out desperately for his mother, begged for his father, wished for some way that he could see them again. He needed his mother’s soothing voice telling him that he was such an intelligent boy, the brightest young man she’s ever met, the son anyone who be lucky to have. He wanted his father to marvel at his work and look down with a tear in his eye as he wonders at how someone like him ended up with such a perfect son. Realistically, Klaus knew that could never happen. Logic told him that his parents were dead, gone, buried. But his heart, the heart he’d tried to switch off so desperately, was crying out for a miracle.

Instead of a miracle, he received a Monty. Which, looking back, he realised was an incredibly close second.

His uncle found him on the floor of the library and pulled him straight into a hug. He held the shaking boy close and sobbed with him; the man let out loud, ugly cries that couldn’t possibly be seen as manly. Klaus’s damp eyes widened as he looked at the scene in front of him.

Monty, a tall, cisgender scientist with an incredible moustache and not a hint of femininity surrounding him, was in tears. Actual, messy tears. The kind of tears that so many people had told Klaus he couldn’t shed because they would stop him being seen as the boy he was. Something there clicked in the 12 year old- somewhere in his brain, his emotions felt like they’d been switched back on. Sadness didn’t feel like breaking anymore, it felt like a normal human feeling.

He started to pick up the pieces of the old Klaus from that point onwards. As Monty helped him cover up the page of the photo album and replace it with a current photo and the words KLAUS CASSIAN BAUDELAIRE, 22.03.2000, he recovered his sense of pride. As he went shopping with Violet for new gears for her newest invention (a shower head that acted as a three-in-one soap dispenser, shower, and hairdryer to save water, money, and time) he recovered the feeling of childlike wonder. As he babysat Sunny and watched her open cans of pasta sauce and chocolate pudding with her large teeth, he remembered how to feel love without pain. The first time Uncle Monty took all three children to the cinema together, Klaus remembered how to be happy. And he never let that go, in all the rest of the years he lived with Monty.

—

On Klaus’s 17th birthday, he received a small gift wrapped vial from Monty. He knew what it was as soon as he saw the size and shape of the package and tried his best to still his shaking hands as he unwrapped the present. As expected, it was a shot of testosterone, and Klaus flung himself into his uncle’s arms for a hug, sobbing with gratitude. After five years in a safe home with a loving parental figure, the boy had learnt to show emotions again. Nowadays, he took pride in being called a crybaby. He realised, somewhere along the line, that his parents would be so proud of him for being able to be sensitive and smart when so much of the world has told him that those traits were strictly for girls. They would be proud of the man he’s grown up to be, and that fact alone is enough for him.

Violet’s gift was also small, but meant just as much. It was a little bottle of blue nail polish, silver glitter swirling in with it.

“You remembered." “Of course I did, Klaus. You always stole mine when we were little. One of your first notecards to me was ‘one day i will take over the world with a huge beard and some really sparkly nails’. Monty’s present gets you one step closer to the beard, so I’m really just filling in the blanks."

Klaus grinned, a genuine smile taking over him. It hit him in that very moment that this was exactly where he needed to be. Although it would, of course, be preferable for his mother and father to be stood by his side as well, he realised that the family that he had built for himself through everything was strong, and sensitive, and perfect.

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