this is sort of pathetic, but when you were younger, you were sort of puzzled by the cartoon representations of fathers: how a kid would be outside with a mitt, waiting to play catch.
it's not that your father never played catch with you, but you also didn't like when he did. something about a hard ball coming quickly towards your face doesn't seem exciting. not that you'd ever say you don't trust him. you trust him, right?
it's not like he never tried to teach you anything. or never tried to parent. on rare days, a strange person would walk in your father's skin. bright, happy, magnificent. this version of your father was so cheerful and charismatic that you would do anything to keep him. and this is the version of your father that would laugh and gently coax you try again. this is the version of your father that would break down the small elements of a problem and point them out so you have an easier time with them.
as a kid, those days happened more often. but somewhere around 11, you started being too much of a person, and he was often cross about it. when he'd try to sit you down to learn something, you spent the whole time with your shoulders around your ears, nervous, uncertain. terrified because you didn't immediately understand how to navigate something. worried you will run out of his goodwill and then you will have the Other Father back, and you will have ruined a good day for your entire family. something about you being visibly afraid - it just made him angry. he would accuse you of not wanting to learn and storm away.
on tv, it's not like there's a lot of versions of men-who-are-mostly-fathers. they can be good dads, but usually their stories are not told in the household. so it's normal that your father is there, but he's never around. you know he was in the house, somewhere, it's just not that you guys ever... "hung out". he just seemed to get kind of bored of you, annoyed you weren't made in his perfect image. frustrated with how much energy it took to raise a kid. over time, you kind of adopt a bittersweet band around your throat - he knows nothing about me. he says at least i never abandoned my family.
and it's technically - technically - true. he was there for you. sometimes he even made an effort and made it to the big moments; the graduations and the dance recitals. he grins and tells everyone that he taught you. it almost erases the days in between, where he complains because you need a ride to school. the weeks that go by where he doesn't actually ever speak to you. the times you say i am struggling and he says figure it out on your own. i can't help you.
and that's fine! that's all fine. you can call him if you are having a problem with your car. or if you need a ride to the hospital. he loves playing hero, he just doesn't like the actual work that comes with being a father. and you've kind of made your peace with that; because you had to, because you don't want to live your life like he does; the whole world at a managed distance, a little rotating and controlled orb he can witness and take credit for but never truly love.
as an adult, you are rewatching some dumb cartoon - and again, the child standing in the rain, with a mitt, waiting for their father to come play catch. as an adult, there's this strange creeping dread - this little thing? this little thing, and their dad can't even show up for that? oh god, holyshit, it's not about the mitt, is it. oh god, holyshit, your father spent most of your life leaving you hanging.
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Oh god. Oh fuck. Horrible Dusknoir/Aimilios hc just spawned in.
What if near the beginning of the stoneship fight… Dusknoir overheard Grovyle, and realized Aimilios was the key to Temporal Tower. So if he just dragged only him back to the future— everything could stay. He wouldn’t have to lose his life. And Aimilios feels his fur standing up when Dusknoir is just staring at him for an uncomfortably long time with an unreadable expression.
Before he lunges towards him.
Ribbons and Grovyle would immediately get in-front of Aimilios and counter attack— trying to ward off Dusknoir from getting anywhere close to him.
…And near the end of the fight, when all of Dusknoir’s Sableye are down except for him— He becomes desperaterelentless— constantly charging the aura pup so aggressively during their fight. and only him. At one point— Even managing to grab the Riolu. (so that’s two times Aimilios got viciously grabbed by him, fun!)
Which makes the aura pup whimper out in fear before Grovyle slices the cloaked ghost-type’s arm with a Leaf Blade. <<(WHICH ACTS AS A KIND OF BITTERSWEET SWITCHAROO OF GROVYLE PROTECTING PARTNER FROM DUSKNOIR RATHER THAN VICE VERSA)
…And that just ends up being the main reason why Aimilios is so deathly afraid of being physically close to Dusknoir compared to Ribbons. And why he’s so much more jumpy/terrified whenever he gets near him when he returns years later.
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NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE // LET ME WRAP DOWN TO MY SKELETON
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