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sleeplessdreamer123 · 2 years ago

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Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, modern-ish, where Lucerys deals with one problem after another)

Lucerys knows he had made a mistake, choosing to be mates with Alyn. Everyone in his family, even Alyn's full brother Addam, asked him to choose someone else, anyone else. And Lucerys was adamant, choosing Alyn. To be fair to him, he wasn't really in a good emotional state to decide what was best for himself.

His grand mother, Rhaenys was murdered. When his step-father and mother tried to find out who murdered her, they too, were found dead, with Aegon III witnessing it all, and was in a state of shock. The money that was meant to be their mother's, along with her company, was instead given to their uncle, Aegon II, because apparently, their grandfather changed the will as he was about to die. They tried to contest it, but it was soon clear that the judge was bribed, leaving them without the inheritance. Then Vaemond, their grand uncle decided to take over their grandfather's business, and they were powerless to stop it.

Jace did multiple jobs, mostly physical labor, but was then found heavily wounded, his back bleeding so horrendously, and he was never able to walk again. Corlys' sickness got worse, eventually putting him in a coma, and the medicine prices skyrocketed, and Lucerys, Lucerys had to bear it all. He needed to find multiple jobs to feed everyone, he barely slept, and still had to worry about his youngest brothers.

Rhaena and Baela were eventually taken in by one of his mother's kin, much to Lucerys' happiness and jealousy. Eventually, Joffrey was taken in by them, too, lightening up the weight on Lucerys' shoulders. He wouldn't dare ask for more, lest they might revoke his siblings' chances of a better life. When Baela and Rhaena tried to give him money, he told them to keep it, just in case something were to happen to them and Joffrey. They do still send some of their allowances, and though it was never going to be enough, Lucerys was still thankful.

Eventually, Viserys II was also taken in by one of Daemon's friends in Pentos, and though Lucerys refused to give him up, the man eventually wore him down, pointing out that he would be able to give Viserys II a better life than Lucerys could. When asked if he could also adopt Aegon III, the man refused, saying he can only take in one, and he wanted "the less crazy one".

Despite the responsibility decreasing, at least financially, it didn't mean everything would be ok. The machines and medicine keeping Corlys alive needed restocking and maintenance, and he and Jace needed someone to watch over them while he was working, lest something does happen to them while he was gone. Aegon III had to be sent to a special school, and would sometimes throw fits, would get panic attacks and anxiety attacks, and Lucerys would be called by the school. There was also the fear in his heart. The people who killed his family was still out there, and if they do want to kill them, too, it would be incredibly easy, and it scares him. His life from the end of his eighteenth birthday to that of his mid-twenties, was a constant cycle of fear, abuse from his job, constant tiredness and stress and irritation, and, at times, wishing to end his suffering by dying, and feeling guilty for ever thinking of abandoning them.

Then, out of the blue, the Hull brothers, Addam and Alyn, came into his life. They told him they were Corlys' sons, a DNA test proved it to be true. They told him they wanted to help what was left of their family, as their mother died weeks prior. And Lucerys felt like this was they were the light at the end of the dark tunnel. They helped him with the payments for Corlys, even helping out Jace and Aegon III, he was finally able to breath after so long.

Then Cregan, an old friend of Jace showed up, and it became incredibly obvious he was there for Jace, a solid rock for him to lean on, and Lucerys felt relief that his brother has someone like him. Then he felt a pinch of jealousy, wanting something like that. And so, he tried finding one, and it led to Alyn.

He and Alyn we're almost always together, with Addam taking care of Corlys and on his boat. Alyn was there to comfort him when he cries, make crude jokes that made him laugh, and made him feel like he was floating after years of feeling like he was drowning.

When he asked if Alyn wanted to be mates with him, he agreed. It caused problems with Jace, who Lucerys felt was still treating him like a child, with Baela and Rhaena, who were introduced to them earlier, despite them not knowing him fully, even Addam questioned if this was truly the man he wanted.

And Lucerys got sick of it. He got sick of the questions, got sick of being treated like a kid when he was the one that made sure everyone survived, got so tired of everyone undermining him. Wasn't he the one that helped the family? Didn't he sacrifice enough? What more do these people want from him?

So he and Alyn eloped. Lucerys didn't feel guilty anymore. He only took a bit of money, and left a note promising he'd give more in the future. Addam and Cregan took care of everyone left in their home, and Aegon III was slowly getting better. He deserves to be happy, too.

And happy he was, for a few months, he and Alyn lived blissfully, despite living in a small apartment, they were happy. Then Alyn got hooked into gambling, and Lucerys found out the money that was meant to be sent to Jace and Corlys and Aegon III were being used to gamble instead. Arguments ensued, fights, Lucerys found out Alyn brought other people home, and eventually, Alyn left Lucerys crying.

He hadn't heard from him in weeks, and Lucerys didn't want to go back and face everyone else after he was proven to be wrong. He knows they would comfort him, knows Addam would curse at his brother and Jace would just hug him and treat him well, but he didn't want to go. He had a bit of pride left in him.

So he didn't tell his family, and he's sure Alyn wouldn't tell Addam anything. He made sure to send the money himself, and called Cregan to make sure it reached them. He had a relatively calmer life.

Then the debtors showed up. Apparently, Alyn owed too much and ran, leaving Lucerys with a huge pile of debt that kept increasing. Lucerys felt like he was being dragged by the current of the ocean again.

The amount kept rising, and he was back to working multiple jobs just to pay what he could. Eventually, one of the debtors suggested he work in the red district, and though Lucerys was incredibly resistant to it, he eventually accepted, because the pay was higher than most of his jobs combined. His only condition was that he would only need to dance. No bedroom services. The debtor snickered and just mockingly agreed.

Lucerys started working there at night. Thankfully, he was a dancer before everything happened, and his body still remembered what his mind couldn't. With the help of Alys, the owner and one of the oldest dancers, he was able to gain enough to pay for the debt.

And that was his new schedule. In the morning, he works a bit more, sleeps for five hours, before getting ready to dance. It was already proving to be fruitful, he got a pay raise and everything. What he liked about it the most, however, was how when he was on the stage, he can ignore everything. He would just need to focus on the music. The tips were increasing, too, which he liked. He even got to send a bit more to the others.

And his life finally stabilized, if he can ignore the weekly debtors entering his home. Then one night, he saw them. His uncle Aegon II and Aemond. He chose to ignore them, to just dance and leave early for the night. But before he could even reach the dressing room, he was called to give a private dance in their vip rooms.

He knew he would see them, and he had to swallow his already bruised up pride to face them. Aegon's face lit up and laughed, clearly recognizing him. Aemond just started at him, hands in fists. Lucerys headed to the pole, but Aegon stopped him, insisting that he do a lapdance for his poor brother Aemond. Aegon even promised to pay him triple if he could get Saint Aemond hard, and that was all the initiative Lucerys needed. He gave his one rule, Aemond wasn't allowed to touch him at all.

It took less than a few seconds, he didn't even technically start. He just sat on his lap and grinded on him once, before feeling little Aemond hardening up. It wasn't just a semi, either. It was a full on hard on. Aegon was like a drunken hyena, and Aemond just looked embarrassed, so despite already ensuring he has the triple pay, Lucerys gave him his lapdance, desperately hoping Aemond doesn't actually explode before he was done.

As soon as Aegon handed him the cash, he left. He had hoped that would be the only time he would see them, but they seem to decide he was their favorite, because they just kept returning every single time he was on stage. Aegon kept paying for Aemond's lapdance, even paying ten times as much, and soon Lucerys just saw it as taking back their mother's inheritance (ignoring the fact he had to pay most of it to his debtors). Aegon kept adding stranger tasks, telling him to pour champagne all over himself, made Lucerys just sit on Aemond's lap all naked, made Lucerys take Aemond's shirt of and wear it instead.

Eventually Aegon got bored and stopped coming, and Lucerys thought that would be the end of it, but Aemond just kept returning. Soon, Aemond just told him he wanted Lucerys to sleep with him, offering to pay him any amount. That made Lucerys pause. He could ask him to pay the entire debt. He could be free from that amount at least. So he tested the waters, doubling the remaining debt. He was shocked when Aemond agreed without hesitation.

So Lucerys slept with him. It was...enjoyable for both of them. The money sent to him was even three times what they initially agreed on. He paid Alyn's debts, and when he heard Corlys was waking up, he rushed home to find him and Addam talking.

He was embraced by all, Aegon III was especially happy to see him return, though it took a lot for him to say anything to Lucerys the first few days since his return. He told them what happened, his life with Alyn, his life without him, opting out on his night job and the debt he just managed to pay, and they, in turn told him about what was going on with them.

Jace managed to find a better job, Cregan managed to get his company back from his uncle, and Aegon III was able to speak a few words unprompted. Addam never heard from Alyn after their break up, and it scares him, but he's sure Alyn would show up sooner or later, and when he does, Addam promises to beat him up for what he did.

Lucerys finally felt like things would get better for them. Then Aemond came to their door with a ring in one hand and a divorce paper signed by Alyn, and his life became a roller coaster once more.

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Fun fact: This idea came when I was reading a manga titled "Kozure Omega to Boukun Yakuza", I was going to make Aemond the debt collector and give Lucerys a kid, but I changed it😅 I don't know, as I was writing, stuff changed and the outcome is now much different. Enjoy for now!

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #alpha aemond #omega lucerys #lucerys just can't take a break (because of me😅)#alyn and addam #cregan and jace

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espionn · 8 months ago

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SkyClan Headcanons!

what this is: i have a personal warriors alternate universe, in which most of the clan systems are the same, but all the characters are original. i've called this au "a cult of stars", as it exists partly to explore the inherent corruption and cultiness of the clans as i see it. but none of that is important for this post!

this the third in a series of visual and written representations of each clan as they exist in my au. this goes into a lot of headcanon territory, but basically i hope to take the existing clans and make them more interesting, diverse and culturally complex. this one is about skyclan! i hope you enjoy :)

Environment:

SkyClan lives in the sparser and older part of the forest. The trees are a mix of evergreen and deciduous, with oaks, birches, sycamores, cedars and firs growing in different parts of their territory. The undergrowth is less dense and the trees taller than in ThunderClan, creating an enormous canopy in the branches. It is bordered by ThunderClan to the West and ShadowClan to the East.

Appearance:

SkyClan cats typically come in russety brown and tawny colors, but their coats do vary somewhat. They are muscular cats, particularly in their forelegs, which tend to be a bit larger than their hind legs due to the type of strength required to scale trees. Their tails are also often long and powerful. Their faces tend to be a bit broader than other clans.

Prey and Hunting:

SkyClan cats primarily hunt birds and squirrels. They spend much of their life in the trees, including their hunting time. They will occasionally go for ground prey like mice, but only if given a good opportunity or if desperate. They hunt by chasing their prey through the trees and sometimes even into the air - SkyClan cats are powerful jumpers.

Fighting:

SkyClan cats prefer peace over violence in almost every situation, and they see fighting as an extreme last resort. They are taught basic self-defense, but always with the hope that it won’t be needed. For threats other than fellow cats, they use the trees to escape. It would be very unusual to find a SkyClan cat with battle scars.

Cultural Characteristics:

A fairly small clan, these tree-dwellers prioritize family, relationships and peace over everything else. They believe strongly in clan unity and, like their ThunderClan neighbors, are sometimes considered overbearing with their (quieter) insistence that every clan must get along and look after each other. Family bonds are particularly important to them; parents maintain close relationships with their kits long after apprenticeship, and siblings accompany each other through life. They track and care about family trees in a way no other clan does.

One way SkyClan cats accomplish this is through a system called kin-naming. It is very common to name new kits and warriors after others in the clan, especially their own family members. A warrior who demonstrates similar strengths to her mother may be given her mother’s suffix. A kit whose uncle recently passed may be given either part of his name as their prefix. It’s a way of honoring family and tracking legacy. Some names will catch on and be used again and again across generations, from parent to kit to nephew to niece. In these cases the original ancestor eventually may be forgotten, and the kin-name may simply serve as a mark of the family. Cats can also, of course, be named after clan members who are unrelated to them, who they take after or who their parents admire. In some of these cases, the cat who inherits the name may then be seen as honorary family to the cat they inherited it from, and the two families can be considered linked, even if they aren’t related by blood. (This usually doesn’t happen if, say, a kit is named after the clan leader - if it worked that way, families would cross so often they’d be unrecognizable.)

Sleep/Wake Cycle:

Like in most things, SkyClan cats are not strict about sleeping patterns. Different cats generally have different preferences, with some more nocturnal and others more diurnal, and SkyClan embraces this as a strength, allowing cats to work when they’re at their most productive. The only unfortunate result is that some cats simply don’t get to know each other very well due to opposite sleep schedules.

Training:

SkyClan is one of the only clans who believe that every warrior should get a chance to mentor an apprentice. Each cat is encouraged to take on a mentorship, for a learning opportunity if nothing else. The first few lessons are usually collaborative and overseen by a more experienced mentor, to ensure basic safety. This is primarily because the first part of SkyClan training is centered around teaching basic tree safety - apprentices learn how to fall long before they learn how to climb. From there, they learn to climb trees, and then how to jump up to the lowest branches, and then how to run through the canopy in pursuit of prey.

Families and Relationships:

This aspect of SkyClan culture was already touched on, but they are compassionate and empathetic cats who care a lot about personal relationships. Unlike most other clans, it is an expectation in SkyClan that nearly every cat wants a mate, and should eventually find one. Around the lake, they are seen as the romantics, sometimes a bit nosy in their gossip and matchmaking. Beyond romantic pairings, their bonds with family are also very important, and usually take priority over friendships. The rule that medicine cats cannot have mates or kits, like in ThunderClan, is all but ignored.

Names:

Kin-names were already explained in the culture section. But speaking more broadly, SkyClan cats do not place their identity on their names quite as much as ThunderClan, but they do prefer them to be unique. Plant and animal names are especially common in SkyClan - unlike in WindClan, being named after prey animals is not seen as insulting, and tree names are very popular. Suffixes can be granted based on appearance, personality, achievements and skills, and, of course, they can be inhereted from other cats.

Funeral Rituals:

SkyClan believes that when cats die, their spirit does not immediately go to StarClan. Rather, it lingers in the body until it can be brought to a sacred place: the highest clifftop on SkyClan territory. This place is difficult to access, and the only cats who are allowed to set foot there are the carrying party. This is a select group of senior warriors, including the deputy and medicine cat, who carry the deceased all the way up the path and onto the ledge, where the bodies of every past SkyClan cat rest. There they leave them, and it is believed that as soon as the clifftop is out of view, it comes alive, with the spirits of every StarClan cat whose bodies rest upon that ledge coming down to greet the new StarClan warrior. For the remainder of that day, until the sun sets, the SkyClan dead share tongues, swap stories and enjoy each other’s company before the night arrives and they all return - including the newest - to StarClan.

#warriors #warrior cats #warriors art #art #warriors headcanons #my posts #acos #skyclan

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widdershinsdeosilrp · 15 days ago

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Names, Omens, and Their Meanings

Widdershins & Deosil Almanac | Omen System

Overview.

The Kin do not name in the way outsiders do. They interpret. Each life is marked by signs: at birth, in moments of transformation, in final breath. These signs are not decorative. They are warnings, blessings, burdens, or calls. The Kin read them the way others read maps or scripture.

An omen is not a message.

It is a door, a threshold, opening right before you. Whether you choose to cross or close it is up to you.

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Noticing & Interpreting

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Omens are not constant. They arrive only at thresholds: moments of crossing, silence, blood, or change. These may include:

- The moment of emergence (birth).

- The crossing from one stage of life to another (apprenticeship, elderhood, rites of passage).

- After a troublesome or paranormal encounter.

- When approaching death, natural or otherwise.

- During rites, especially those under moonlight, storm, or eclipse.

These omens are witnessed and read by elders, seers, or those who have trained themselves to listen between things. They are not always visible, as some are sounds, dreams, silences, or sensations. Interpretation is neither fixed nor universally agreed upon among the Kin.

What is considered a dark sign in one Kin may be a revered one in another. The same omen, in different moons, speaks differently.

Interpretation methods may include:

- Watching water or weather patterns

- Recording dream fragments

- Observing animal behavior

- Reading shadows by firelight

- Bone or stone casting

- Listening for noises in sacred hollows

- Plant decay cycles and blooming anomalies

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Omen Naming System

What is an Omen Name?

In Widdershins & Deosil, names are more than identity: they are fatebound echoes observed at birth, chosen during rites, or whispered by the unseen. An Omen Name is the full name of a cat that reflects signs, visions, or events surrounding their arrival, purpose, or transformation.

Names may change once or more in a lifetime, usually during moments of spiritual upheaval, big life changes, or paranormal intervention. Each Kin interprets omens differently, but all recognize their weight.

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Structure of an Omen Name

- Prefix. Interpreted from the omen at birth or during naming rites. This may reference:

- Weather patterns

- Animal behavior

- Strange sounds or sightings

- Plant life, decay, or anomalies

- Emotional impressions from those present

- Suffix. Often bestowed later in life (at fledging, promotion, or revelation), typically shaped by:

- Deeds or personality

- Role or specialization

- Repeated dreams or signs

- A second omen or inherited vision

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Omens Are Not Instructions.

They do not demand. They suggest.

One may live under a heavy omen and still be beloved. One may bear a shining sign and become monstrous.

It is not the omen that defines. It is the path one walks beneath it.

However, omens tend to follow. A cat marked once may find themselves shadowed again by similar signs, similar dreams, or similar patterns.

Remember that, much like the Widdershins Deck, this is a lot of flavor for character creation, and can help create or build a character, but does not define them!

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#discord wcrp #upcoming wcrp #warrior cats roleplay #warrior cats rp #wcrp #Omen system!!#fun fact: there are almost 200 omens in a custom command in the discord!

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mtjester · 11 months ago

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Choose Y(our) Own Adventure #002: Agree to hear hier out over lunch

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You sigh through your nose. “What’s your name?” you ask, turning back to the newcomer. Hier expression melts into relief.

“Koriena lo-Thalio,” hie says.

“Thalio?” you repeat. You know that kinclan. A sibling of yours accepted a mate from their clanship and joined them a while back. Your jaw tightens, but you brush the thought from your mind before it can sink in.

“I know you already,” hie says eagerly. “Aliriamh lo-Olandie. Your kin spoke highly of you.”

Your grimace deepens. “I’m sure,” you say. “Listen, let’s get some food. I’ll hear you out, but I won’t make any promises.”

Hier face falls, but hie quickly tries to fix hier expression. “Yes, please. Anything is fine with me.”

You turn to your coworker. “What is it?” Gashk asks. “A family emergency?”

“Of sorts,” you say. You don’t want to bother with an explanation. Planet-bound city folk don’t do well with superstitious stuff. “I’m going to take hier to get some food and talk it out. I’ll pick up any extra work tomorrow.”

“No problem,” says Thefren, the senior engineer. “I hope everything is okay.”

“We’ll see,” you say.

You lead Koriena to a mostly deserted diner not far from your domicile. Hie struggles to decipher the food options in the local language, and hier accent is so thick the server-bot can’t understand hier. You order for hier. “Thanks,” hie says meekly in your native language after the bot rolls away. You nod in response. Hie hesitates a moment and then asks, “So how long have you been here now?”

“Ten solar revolutions,” you answer.

“Ten,” hie repeats with a note of awe. “I can’t imagine being away from the kinclan that long.”

You’re not surprised. Your people, the Faelelden, have lived on spaceships in tight-knit, nomadic family clans since your native planet became unlivable six generations ago. They travel between planets, using esoteric astrological soothsaying to lead them to the next location, taking odd jobs where they can find them, and selling unique goods from other planets. They rarely venture past the edge of cities, where cosmic refugees congregate, and they’re virtually unheard of in wealthier downtown districts of any major metropolis. You don’t know anyone else in your kinclan who has settled permanently on a single planet like you have. You have your reasons and wouldn’t change anything, but it is sometimes crushingly lonely to live on your own like you do.

“It is what it is,” you say.

“And you have a university degree, right?” hie presses, and without waiting for your response, continues, “That’s amazing! You must be the smartest Faelelden alive!”

You clear your throat and ask, “What about you? Why were you away from your kinclan?”

The change in topic gives hier a pause, and sadness passes across hier face. “I wasn’t supposed to be away long,” hie says. “I was visiting another clanship to meet a suitor. Our elders are on good terms and thought we’d be a good match. And we did get along, and I stayed a few wake cycles longer than I originally planned…but then my kinclan vanished.”

Hie’s looking at you with those same pathetic eyes hie had when hie was begging for your help outside of the worksite. You break eye contact and busy yourself with your beverage. “Did you receive the news from someone, or did you just lose contact…?” you ask.

“I lost contact, and I went on my own to their last known location—and I saw the lights.”

Your stomach sinks. “The lights…?”

“Yes!” Hie leans forward. “You’ve seen them, too, right? And I felt like I was being watched. That’s how I knew. I went straight to your clanship to see your elder, since I knew hie would be able to help…but, well, I already told you how that went.”

“So you came here.”

“Yes! Your kin say you inherited the Sight from your elder. They said that if anyone could help, it’d be you! You know how to communicate with the Fair Folk, right?”

#cy(our)oa #choose y(our) own adventure #choose your own adventure #writing #writers on tumblr #fair folk in space

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mayormimii · 5 months ago

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Your turn for the ask game!! Haruspex; thoughts on the Kin?

Jerboa; Soul-and-a-Halves or the Dogheads?

Rat; what scares you the most in the game?

Booha; favourite voiceline?

Herb Bride; favourite song from the soundtrack?

Clairvoyance; favourite Mistress? (maybe not so much character because I know the answer but what they are conceptually, if that makes a difference?)

Yay!!

Haruspex; thoughts on the Kin?

I keep back judgement of aspects of Pathologic I hope to better understand in the future, so I tend to withhold commentary on the Kin, but I can at least appreciate how fantastical they are as a fictional race. I don't enjoy the hive-mind characterization I hear they suffer from in 2, which ironically took the time to vary their designs (fun, we love Siskin) and integrate some individuals into the Town (more backstory for how Kin theology influenced the townspeople). This habit of the West to see the East as collectivistic denies the latter potential for meaningful interpersonal conflict, like Oyun who secures Vlad the Elder's management of the Kin. Is it true he's less horrid in 2? As Shohat put it in Notes on the "Post-Colonial":

...despite the broad patterns of geo-political hegemony, power relations in the Third World are also dispersed and contradictory. The First/Third World struggle, furthermore, takes place not only between nations (India/Pakistan, Iraq/Kuwait), but also within nations, with the constantly changing relations between dominant and subaltern groups, settler and indigenous populations [...] The notion of the three worlds, in short, flattens heterogeneities, masks contradictions, and elides differences.

The fact that they're nomadic (often shepherds) and consist of such interconnected clans--in which aunts/uncles/cousins share the responsibility of rearing one child (e.g. Taya)--inspires questions in me of how similar they might be to my own ancestors. We share the belief that humans are made from earthen clay. The Worms would be races alongside djinn (the shabnak-adyr, spirits from the Earth among Boddho's Children) and humans, that way. Suok reminds me of Iblis. I've recently been told that the ancestors of the Turks we now know had migrated from the Steppe, which might explain why their language shares a family with other Eurasian tongues. I could come up with so, so many headcanons of the Kin that way.

I don't know what to say about the Kin's natural, organic 'decay'. I should be siding with the older generation. But how much of that is of the youth's volition, their agency to pursue what works for them rather than what did for their forefathers? Asides from the erasure a more powerful third party forces on a people through hard or soft power, definitely asides from that, I think the ways of life that are meant to survive will do so for as long as the people who receive them find them fitting, and other inevitably die out. Adopting the caste system from, I believe, Buddhism raises questions about how social hierarchies are likely inherited and even morally justified. Likely those who live in the Abbattoir belong to a higher caste?

Jerboa; Soul-and-a-Halves or the Dogheads?

The Souls-and-a-Halves are diverse, and the conversations had while bartering with them are more memorable, so I’ve come to see them as friends. I used to favor them over even the Termites. Initially, I wondered if they were talking about Pokémon, and now I like to believe they truly do have half-souls.

Rat; what scares you the most in the game?

The most terrified I’ve ever been was seeing the infected for the first time in the Earth quarter without registering what they were. Now, I only pity them. Presently, it’s trying to hide in an infected house—only to find that it’s not infected when a marauder leaps out at me from the end of a corridor. The run cycle gives me the creeps. Or the opposite, when I sneak into a house with stationary enemies and never know who’s around the corner. Also, Var’s house in general.

Booha; favourite voiceline?

Tough to narrow; I enjoy the voice lines more than most written dialogue, so charming to catch them mid-reverie. To list a few...

Eva: “We sometimes differ more widely from ourselves than we do from others.” (Currently relate)

Peter: “There are fine things, old boy, which are more brilliant when unfinished than when finished too much.” “Truth is foundational and the reason of the perfection of beauty, old boy.” “We fear everything, old boy, as mortals do, and desire everything as if we were immortal.” (His voice is the most grounded and grounding.)

Capella: “This Bachelor isn’t that smart. Intelligent, yes, but not smart. The killer will get to him before he gets to the bottom of this.” (She seemed incapable of harboring negative feelings toward anyone, so this was a refreshing surprise.)

Herb Bride; favourite song from the soundtrack?

The Polyhedron's theme in Classic + a draw between Childhood Grave and Useless Science in 2. I have a liking for psychedelic or dreamy melodies, maybe a little forlorn. As far as video game OSTs go, Pathologic’s definitely not among my favorites.

Clairvoyance; favourite Mistress?

The Beige Mistress; it’s sweet that the White Mistress would find a sister and partner in a ‘rival’ like planets pulling meteoroids in different directions to keep a celestial balance. Her purpose of keeping the dead ‘alive’ and unforgotten is what grants meaning in protecting the old world, fostering and cultivating it lest it wither away. I'll never forget her, “They don’t make towns like this anymore.” Maybe I should've answered the question before the last with it, because I guess I can relate to that in more ways than one.

Thank you x4!! 💕💕

#pathologic #🌹🥀

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eagna-eilis · 2 years ago

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The metaphysical mechanics of Anakin's Force Ghost are the single biggest mystery of the period between RotJ and TFA to me.

If he can Force Ghost, or at least sometimes, then what governs what he can and cannot do, and who he can or cannot speak with?

If he can appear to others the way Obi Wan, Qui Gon, Yoda, and eventually Luke can, it makes very little emotional sense unless something is blocking him.

I like to think that Anakin, in death, had enough respect for Leia not to appear to her. His actions killed her real mam and dad, the people who raised her into a kind, strong person with integrity in every step. He tortured her, he destroyed her homeworld and her culture. He wouldn't be so stupid as to think that a nice father-daughter chat would solve everything.

I like to think that he loves her from an observational distance, and brims with pride at every step she takes for the galaxy that he injured gravely and so nearly destroyed. So like Padmé, her justice-seeking Naberrie qualities nurtured like rare orchids by Bail and Breha, who were themselves so principled and just. Anakin might also see the ways in which she is not like any of the senators or royalty who made her who she is. He might want to take credit for the parts of her that are so brave, so impassioned, so willing to challenge any authority she sees as unworthy or unjust. Obi-Wan told her, when she was very young, that this was her inheritance from Anakin. But Leia doesn't want anything from him, and he understands. So he spends time watching, in grieving pride, at what his daughter became in spite of him.

I also like to think that at a certain point he would have to try, if he could, to intervene in what was being done to her family. In my heart there is no version of a redeemed afterlife Anakin who does not try to save another Skywalker child from what he went through.

He would have tried to materialise, blue-aura-lit and kind eyed, into the living room of a Chandrilla apartment, to try to soothe the terror and discomfort of a tiny child levitating cambiblocks and breaking glass in distress. He has far more experience with child murder than child rearing, but by the Force he'd damn well TRY.

It probably wouldn't work, and I think some of us fans (esp those who love the sequels or those who are more interested in the Skywalkers than the Disaster Lineage as a family) deserve to know why.

Why, in my headcannons, does Anakin spend years trying to send thoughts of 'no kiddo that isn't me, I'm me, your grandpa, and I can tell you that your mom and dad love you so much and that those other voices are full of bantha-poodoo, please trust me, please believe me, please hear me' out through the Force, only for them to never find their way to their intended recipient?

Why can he not appear to Leia and say, 'I know you don't want to talk to me and I don't want you to have to endure the distress of talking to me but it's about your kid. I can't make the past alright, but let me please give you the information you need to stop the cycle repeating'.

Why can't he warn Luke? 'There's a storm coming and the lightning is not natural. You have seen that lightning before, standing right by my side, and it comes from the same source. Our nephew dreams things that are not his own. Consider striking him and you will doom the world, but also our family. Don't let the Darkness guide you, its only goal is to make more Darkness.'

There are several potential answers, of course.

The first is that Anakin can get through but nobody listens. It's a steady stream of 'stay away from my child, stay away from my academy, don't corrupt our future with the evil of the past'. This option reflects negatively on Luke and Leia, but it also feels true to traumatised families. I'm a firm believer in the fact that Luke, Leia, and Han as having unwittingly done poorly by the next generation of their kin does not 'ruin' their characters, it makes them more sympathetic and human, and so it doesn't upset me if this is the option. It's bad parenting and good storytelling.

The most obvious answer is of course, Palpatine. He can block Anakin's access to the likes of Luke, Leia, and Ben. This means that a dead Palpatine is still torturing a dead Anakin. Excuse me while I cry for a thousand years. Now either this means that Palpatine thinks Ahsoka is small potatoes and it doesn't matter if Anakin can see her in the WBW, or that Anakin could only communicate with Ahsoka BECAUSE she could enter the WBW. So, considering that the Ahsoka show takes place after 'Last Shot', it still makes no sense that Anakin doesn't go 'please see what's going on with Leia's kid, I'm worried about her and about her lil guy.'

The third option is the one that I find genuinely upsetting. Not in-world upsetting, but what-are-they-doing-with-our-story upsetting. It's also the one I find the most likely:

DLF in general and Favroni in particular are pushing Disaster Lineage out in front, and trying to sublimate the Skywalkers. I see Ahsoka as Anakin's sister, and I don't think it is inappropriate for him to love her the same way he loves his children, his grandchild, or his brother Obi-Wan. It makes emotional sense for him to reach out to her, and love is not a finite resource.

But a set of wider storytelling choices is highlighting that the most important inheritance of the story is Yoda to Dooku to Qui Gon to Obi Wan to Anakin to Ahsoka to maybe Sabine, or Jacen Syndulla. I feel in some ways that shifting Anakin's attention, or the context in which we encounter him, may give the audience a sense of the greater legitimacy of the Disaster Lineage to the long term future of the galaxy.

I have ZERO problem with this being the thread by which Force training is maintained in the GFFA through the sequels and into the post-sequel era. I prefer it to watching my beloved Rey of Jakku doing it all alone.

I have a HUGE problem with the idea that we may never get more Skywalkers in context with one another. And more importantly, the idea that we really shouldn't care about what happened to them after Return of the Jedi. That the sequels don't matter.

Anakin is the greatest silence in the sequels. I suspect that they didn't get Hayden back because they were still nervous of prequel hate (sweet summer children that they were, not knowing that the penis-brains were gunning for them, too). Many of us hoped that the New Republic Era TV series would inflect upon the ST the way that Clone Wars inflected upon the PT.

So far it really hasn't.

#star wars meta #ahsoka spoilers #anakin skywalker #sequel trilogy meta #sequel trilogy #ben solo #skywalker family #leia organa #princess leia

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mistcursed · 5 months ago

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Verses i'm actively working on developing. Marvel.

I think i may make a mutant of something inbetween? Her having the ability to manipulate spectral energy, allowing her to summon ghostly constructs or banish supernatural entities. Thinking about how her powers might set her apart, she could struggle with being caught between the living and the spirit realm, possibly working as a covert operative for mutant organizations to fight threats too strange for others to handle? using her connection to the spirit world to save those that cannot save themselves . . .

Arcane.

i decided that Senna could fit seamlessly into Zaun??? possibly as someone who closely works with Ekko and the Firelights . . . ( basing this on prior little things i discussed with @/gettnup. I like the idea of her having scavenged and modified technology, weapons crafted to fight back against Piltover enforcers and the undercity’s chaos. her protective nature making her a guiding presence within the Firelights, and have her bond with Ekko forged through shared loss and the fight for a better Zaun. ( still mulling over the deets of this but i'll get there. )

Castlevania.

Senna was born on the Blessed Isles, a land revered for its shamanic traditions and spiritual magic, where her lineage served as guardians of balance between the living and the dead. She inherited their sacred gift, but it became a curse when an unnamed vampire lord enslaved her people. slaughtering her & her entire line binding their spirits to the desecrated land. But instead of her soul passing on , she is a wraith. trapped in a relentless cycle of death and rebirth. Continuously haunted by the whispers of her kin and the fragments of herself she loses with every return to the mortal plane. she flees the Isles or maybe she could have been forcibly relocated in Wallachia??? either way she's determined to destroy the vampire and his cult who stole everything from her.

High Noon / eldrich horror .

sticking to some of the elements from her high noon skin set , of Senna being a sharpshooter who died defending her town against demonic forces, possibly marking the start of an eldritch ritual of sorts & tieing her to a forgotten eldritch entity, giving her powers over life and death???? Traveling the frontier, hunting the horrors that condemned her, all while grappling with the creeping influence of the entity within her ???? idk we shall seeee ! ! !

#｢ ` ✦ * 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 . / ooc. ｣ - u don't nöemi #verse drabbles #i still have like A LOT TO DO #but i have a good base of what i want

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I think one major potential weakness of the bonobo-like human social system is it might be less effective at preventing inbreeding.

A major Homo sapiens inbreeding-avoidance strategy is communities exchanging people through marriage. Historically, this was often gender-asymmetric, with women being exchanged more than men. I suspect this gender-asymmetrical exogamy pattern was a major contributor to the development of patriarchy; it meant women got their social connections disrupted more. One of my major worldbuilding challenges for bonobo-like humans is giving them features that would either prevent this gender-asymmetric exogamy pattern from emerging, mitigate its disruptive effects on female-female and male-female solidarity, or some combination of both.

@who-canceled-roger-rabbit some of this is kind of relevant re: that conversation we had a while back about matriarchies.

I suspect the causes of this gender-asymmetry in Homo sapiens exogamy are 1) male solidarity was more important to military power, 2) the last common ancestor of gorillas, chimps, and humans had silverback-centered social groups in which a single dominant male was the nucleus of the group and chimps and humans inherited a tendency toward females changing social groups at maturity from them. I'm not really worried about 2), human behavior is pretty flexible, but 1) seems like a probable huge obstacle to the emergence of a female-privilege society (which I suspect is a big part of the reason unambiguously female-privilege societies were rare to nonexistent in Earth history if the known historical record is anything to go by).

IIRC actual bonobos seem to have kept the social pattern inherited through 2) and went the mitigation route; female bonobos change social groups more than male bonobos, and the key to female power in bonobo society is strong solidarity between non-kin females reinforced through sexual bonding. It would be intensely on-brand if bonobo-like human women also use sexual bonding between women to build strong female solidarity between unrelated women and thus mitigate the disruptive effects of females changing communities as an inbreeding-avoidance strategy.

I don't think I'll make that the whole picture with them though, because my ideas on how they got a low-key female privilege society hinge on matrilineal kinship solidarity between mothers and their adult children being important. Importantly, that model would make matrilineal kinship solidarity between women and matrilineal kinship solidarity between women and males both important for maintaining the bonobo-like human social order, which would tend to discourage exogamy of any kind.

Regarding the second thing, I think one big leg-up bonobo-like human women might have over bonobo females there is being smarter. Bonobo-like women are smart and (through language) communicative enough to observe the deleterious effects of inbreeding, realize they are consequences of mating with relatives, and do deliberate and coordinated inbreeding-avoidance. I suspect actual bonobos do inbreeding-avoidance behaviors without realizing that's what they're doing, in an "adaptation executor, not fitness maximizer" way. Deliberate planning is much more flexible and optimizable than "adaptation executor, not fitness maximizer" behavior. A bonobo-like woman can conceptualize the social benefits of remaining in her natal social group while also conceptualizing the risks of mating with close relatives and then imagine a strategy for exploiting her capacity to track her menstruation/ovulation cycle to simultaneously have the former and avoid the latter; wait until she's near ovulation, then travel to another group and submit to a consensual gang-bang, then travel back to her natal group and rejoin them. That sort of "having their cake and eating it too" reproductive strategy would have big potential social benefits for women compared to changing groups, so once they got the idea I expect it'd become very popular - and older bonobo-like women would start encouraging their daughters and nieces to plan their futures around following it, so their daughters and nieces would stay in their natal group and keep contributing labor to their natal group.

Also, re: bonobo-like strategy of using sexual bonding to recruit unrelated women into strong female solidarity networks...

... An idea I like is bonobo-like women eventually got good enough at that to turn that strategy on males and assimilate outsider males into female-centered solidarity networks in the same way. Basically, male kinship solidarity was less important to the military power of small communities in bonobo-like humans because in their species the community's women could totally take some wandering mercenary, go to work on him, and turn him into a fiercely loyal ride-or-die human guard dog for their community in a few years. Actually, when I put it that way, I suspect Homo sapiens women have a social strategy like this too and it's part of what went into the knight/damsel thing and this and that whole women as civilizers/domesticators of dangerous wild men concept (Enkidu and Shamhat might be allegorically about this!) and a nontrivial amount of male misogyny is rooted in the fear that a woman might rewire your brain in ways your present self wouldn't like by doing this to you. But I guess the bonobo-like human version would be more powerful (when used on bonobo-like human males, at least) and less monogamish (sapiens versions of this kind of male domestication narrative seem to heavily emphasize couples, but that might be culture-specific). Ability to do that might have made ancient bonobo-like human communities much more gender-balanced in terms of bringing in new genes by assimilating outsider women vs. bringing in new genes by assimilating outsider males.

A lot of this wouldn't be directly relevant to bonobo-like human society today, when it's pretty peaceful, but bonobo-like human typical neurotype and culture would be influenced by the social conditions and physical conditions their ancestors lived in, just like our typical neurotype and culture are influenced by the social conditions and physical conditions our ancestors lived in.

Also, I like the idea that bonobo-like humans are a more genetically diverse species than us because they missed Toba and maybe a few other genetic bottlenecks that badly depleted our genetic diversity, so inbreeding would be less damaging to them. So that might help.

#bonobo-like humans #gender #my big ideas #for the “I suspect Homo sapiens women have a social strategy like this too” part

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Pumkachubby's side story: Gourmet Expeditions! Chapter 1

Here we go! A new story begins today, set in the same universe as my main story but this time the setting is in the Paldea region, our new protagonist Shiro and in this chapter we will see how he meets a particular Miraidon, I hope you all like it~

Warning: This story is set after the events of the main plot of Pokemon Scarlet and Violet, and while in this particular chapter nothing remarkable is spoiled its recommended to be aware of it for future chapters, since game characters will appearing here and there

The situation was bad: not only was I lost somewhere in the mountains of the North Province, but I also lost most of the contents of my backpack trying to run away from an enraged Noivern earlier that day. My rotom phone was damaged too so I had no idea how far we were from a town or at least a pokemon center, and with the sun setting already I had to set up camp for the night and try my best to make something edible. I was left with enough ingredients to make one last sandwich, so despite the worried look of my pokemon I decided to try my best.

It was so awful my body rejected it so hard I ended up dropping it to the floor.

-”I’m sorry guys, I really tried my best” - I apologized to my Applin and Tatsugiri who quickly came to comfort me - “ I was really hoping that weird spice we found the other day would be useful… What should we do? Walking in the dark of the night could be dangerous, I guess we can go a night without dinner, right?” - I said as I looked at the sunset.

It has been half a year since I moved to Paldea, using all of my savings from my last job I came to join the Academy, since I heard they take students from all ages I took it as a chance to start a new life alongside Ringo, my Applin that has been my partner since I was teenager, and the only friend I ever made back in Galar. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that I prefer the company of pokemon over other people, I was never able to get along with them… Well, at least I am until they realize my true nature. If you were to separate the people of this world you would usually make 2 distinct groups: normal humans and Hybrids, those who share a characteristics with pokemon, but in fact there is a third group people don’t talk about or are simply looked down as “mongrels”, descendants of Hybrids and human that by a simple look you may think that barely inherited any of their ancestors visual appearances, but once you notice you can’t unsee it, like the shape their hair naturally grows, which is my case.

School life in my childhood was terrible, children, no matter if they are human or hybrids, are awful, and that extends to teenagers and adults, so I ended up being homeschooled, even though I tried to join school multiple times. I wouldn’t blame them for having an easier time getting along with those who are kin, but is it really necessary to look down and mock those like me who don't fit in either group? I can’t even blame my parents for it since they didn't even know they had a hybrid ancestor until I was born…

So I ended up growing bitter, as to be expected, but after an awful situation in my last job I decided to quit and start a new page in my life, I tried my best to come with a positive energy, forget about my past and be ready to make friends but unfortunately that wasn’t the case… once my new classmates realized my origins they turned against me. I ended up joining Team Star because I met one of its leaders, who is a pretty cool guy who immediately accepted me for who I am, but that didn’t stop the same cycle to repeat among the grunts groups, so I ended up running away once again.

A rumble in my belly brought me back to reality, my pokemon looking worried at me.

-”Don’t worry I’ll be fine, I’m sure we can find some berries in our way to the nearest town tomorrow morning, we just have to endure the nigh-” A sudden movement in the bushes at my back startled me, under normal circumstances I would have been able to deal with a wild pokemon but I couldn’t force my friends into battle with an empty stomach so I quickly put them back into their poke balls. A large figure jumped from the bushes and glared at me, for a second I thought it was a Cyclizar but it was purple, way bigger and metallic-looking, like some kind of robot. The creature stared at me for a couple of seconds and quickly jumped in my direction. I closed my eyes waiting for the worst but nothing happened, when I opened them again I noticed the creature was behind me, happily eating the sandwich in the ground. Once it was done it turned back at me, this time with a more friendly look in its eyes. It was then when I noticed I had seen this pokemon before, it was a Miraidon. The latest Champion have been seen riding one of these and since they are quite popular it's hard to avoid knowing about them, although I have heard that this pokemon in particular was quite rare so I immediately assumed it must be the same one.

-”Did you get separated from your trainer?” - I asked the Miraidon, who gave me a confused look - “So… you don’t have a trainer?” - I said as I petted his face - “I’m sorry you had to eat that from the floor, must have been pretty hungry right?” - The pokemon smiled back at me and started to run in cycles, usually looking back at me. Normally I would say that I have a good instinct to what a pokemon is trying to tell me, you don’t need to be a hybrid to get an idea after all, but as this Miraidon jumped everywhere my confusion only grew bigger and bigger.

The pokemon kept moving around and occasionally looking back at me for a while until it suddenly stopped and jumped on me. It was pretty heavy so there wasn’t much I could do, but at least it was clear it wasn’t trying to hurt me. its eyes were very close to mine until I saw a strange glow on them, in that moment the Miraidon jumped back into the air and started to spin quickly as a yellow and violet light enveloped it, it didn’t look like any move I knew and somehow it didn’t felt like I was in any particular danger, it was captivating. Then it suddenly exploded into a cloud of purple and yellow sparks, I looked away for a moment and when I looked back I was presented with a sight that made me question my sanity: The wild Miraidon now walked in two feet, no, it had transformed into a humanoid begin! Their body still had a robotic look but it was considerably closer to a person now. After checking their new appearance for a couple of second it spoke to me:

-“Good, it worked”- They said, with a deep but electronic-sounding voice.

-”Yo- You can talk!? Wait, what’s going on??” - I managed to say as I fell to the ground, I couldn’t believe what I just witnessed - “I must be dreaming, right?”

-”What are you saying? Oh, let me help you” - They said, offering their hand, I took it by instinct and I could notice how hard and cold it was.

-”Is this, is this real?” - I said out loud, but the Miraidon replied nonetheless.

-”Well you can say I’m surprised too, I moved by instinct, I noticed you didn’t understand what I was trying to say so I took a form more suitable for communication.”

-”Wait a moment! You can’t just say that! Pokemon can’t just turn into people, right?”

-”How can you deny what your eyes just saw? You are an interesting one, but to satisfy your concerns, no, not all pokemon can do such a feat, but I guess some really powerful ones like myself can, although… I’m not sure if I can turn back now, at least I’m certain I don’t have enough energy to do it again, but I’ll worry about that later. For now let’s proceed with the reason I took this form, speaking human language is easier than I expected so let's not waste any more time.”

-”You did this just because you wanted to talk to me?” - I asked in shock.

-”Yes, that food you didn’t ate saved me, I’ve been traveling around in this unknown place for a while and finding something to eat has been quite the struggle so when I saw that piece of food I couldn’t help myself but to jump into it, I wouldn’t exaggerate if I said that you saved my life so I want to pay you back.”

-“But… it was a terrible sandwich…”

-”Maybe for you, but it was the most delicious thing I have memory of tasting”

-”Or maybe you just were too hungry?”

-”Its a possibility, just like the fact that I don’t have many memories of flavors, let alone memories to begin with…” - They said in a sad tone. -”I woke up in a cold, shiny cave with no memories a couple of months ago, alongside many others like myself. Life was rough there, constantly fighting for food, and while I had no problems getting it I couldn’t stand being trapped in that cave, so I ended up using all the energy I had to escape…”

-”I see…” - I replied looking at his hand, still holding mine, knowing too well how that feeling of being trapped in an hostile environment feels like.

-“Please excuse me, that was uncalled for. While you may have discarded that meal I don’t know how long it would have been until I found more food, and I heard that it was the last of your supplies so, as a way to pay you back, I can provide you with a fast way to travel around, sure I can’t transform like I was before but I can still travel way faster than a normal person can.”

-”I-I see” - For a moment I doubted myself, but how could I say no at this point? Even if I wanted to say it I had to think of my pokemon too after all. - “ Then… how should we do it?”

-”Just hop on to my back and get a good hold. Oh, but first, there is something we should take care about.”

-”What would that be?” -I asked, as they grabbed my backpack, taking an empty poke ball and dropping it into the air, as it fell on his head the usual red light came out of it and surrounded his body, taking their body into it and quickly closed itself. I jumped to grab it by instinct and as my hand touched it I could see the sparkles that announced the capture was successful.

That night, I captured a Miraidon… a humanoid Miraidon!!??

The warmth of the sun in the morning woke me up, I was in my room in the academy and Ringo quickly came to check on me, he looked worried, like every morning after I had a nightmare.

-”Don’t worry Ringo it was just a dream”- I said as I petted him - “There is no way a pokemon can take a humanoid appearance and talk, well, maybe some Zoroark…?”

-”I’m glad to see you are awake.” - Said Director Clavell, who seems to be waiting right in the entrance of my room, thankfully most of the staff here don’t have prejudices against people like me so I have always felt welcomed by them. I would ask why he was here but Tatsu was on his shoulder so I deduced it was him who told him I had woken up. - “It was quite the uproar last night.”

-”Uh? Did something happen?”- I asked, confused.

-”How rude” - Said a deep, electronic voice coming from the same way the director came from - “But I guess I can’t blame you for thinking it was all a dream, you fainted when I got into that ball.”

-”WAIT WAIT IT WAS REAL!!?? Did YOU bring me here??”

-”That’s correct.” - Intervened the Director - “I was finishing my duties last night when you showed up unconscious in their arms, it was quite the scene between the few presents, after all not every hybrid share so many physical characteristics with their pokemon ancestors, there are some that have tails and wings but these are very rare cases, but I guess that doesn’t really apply to our guest here.”

-”So, you know about his nature?”

-”Of course, we talked about that last night alongside Ms. Geeta, they even had a battle.”

-”It was rude of me to suggest such a thing, I underestimated her strength…” - Said the Miraidon scratching their neck.

-”Wait, so you know that they are…?” - I asked the Director.

-”While it's certainly a surprising event to witness, it's not precisely something “new” in our world, there are many old folk tales that mention pokemon taking human form to make a bridge between the human and Pokemon, who were separated from each other for big part of our history, although such cases are often about pokemon of legends. If you want to know more about such tales you can ask Ms. Raifort, your history teacher.”

-”I wasn’t asking about that, I mean, they literally went inside a poke ball! They technically are my pokemon now?? I can’t just own a person! I mean sure they don’t look completely human but it's kinda messed up if you think about it. Why did you do that in the first place??” - I asked looking at the Miraidon

-”I guess I should apologize, I didn’t know that’s what getting into that ball meant until last night, I thought I had to do that to properly travel alongside you, that was the impression you and the other trainers I saw in the last couple of days gave me, I couldn’t just ask them after all.”

-”I understand your concern, Master Shiro, but you need to understand their point of view too. They don’t know much about our society after all, but they can learn about it, don’t you think? We talked about this too with Ms. Geeta and we concluded that as long as they remain with that appearance they can’t act like a pokemon anymore, so it would be better if they travel around and learn about our culture. As far as we know they can’t return to their previous state, but if they become able to do it then they should decide how they want to live their life by themselves, don’t you agree?”

-”I see, I guess you are right, who are we to decide for them who they are…”

-”Then…” - Said the Miraidon as they walked closer to me - “Would it be too much if I asked for your support? I still feel like I’m in debt to you, but I would like to have you as my guide…”

-”You took me back to society safety, that’s more than that dirty sandwich was worth! If someone is in debt here it should be me, of course I can teach you around, although I do have something I want to ask… ”

-”Of course, what would it be?”

-”You need to put on clothes…”

-”Now that you mention it, you are absolutely correct! We need to get you some clothes as soon as possible.” - Replied the Director, quickly covering his eyes as he rushed out of the room.

-”Do I really need to?”

-”If you want to experience life as a person then you need to start by following the basics of modesty.”

-”... fine. But with that in mind, there is something important I want to ask from you.”

-”Sure, go ahead.”

-”I want a name.”

-”Eehh!!?? But I’m not good with that… and I’m not going to be your trainer, I don’t really know how to feel if I named you…”

-”It doesn’t have to be the most creative name around, I may change it in the future, but if I’m going to live life like a person then you can’t call me “Miraidon”, right? It would be like if I called you “Pumpkaboo”!”

-”THAT’S-”- I shouted, just now realizing that I wasn’t wearing the hat that I always have on to hide the very distinct hairstyle that has given me so much trouble all my life. I could be angry but they clearly are not aware of my own circumstances, I could do nothing but agree. -” That’s correct, you do need a name, give me a second… … … What about something like… Light? Since you shined in a bright light when you changed your form.”

-”Hm… Light…”- They stood up for a couple of seconds, repeating the improvised name a couple of times to themselves - “yeah! I like it. Thank you Shiro, I hope you can teach me a lot of things from your people”

-”My people, you say…” - I had to admit for someone that has never felt like belongs anywhere, it hit pretty close where it hurts, but I couldn’t run away, this is what I came looking for in this region: start a new life, live new experiences, and I wasn’t going to let this chance escape, not when there is someone right in front of me that sees me for who I am. - “Then? is there anything in particular that you are curious about?” -I asked them, not really sure myself where we should start

-”Well, I was wondering… you said that the sandwich I ate last night was pretty awful, so that means there is way better food out there, right??” - Said Light, with an excited sparkle in their eyes.

-”Of course! This world is full of different, delicious food for everyone to taste, I can show you a couple of places in the city to start”

-”Marvelous! Then get ready, we have a starting point for our journey! Let’s begin our Gourmet Expedition!” - They said, grabbing me by the arm and lifting me into the air, my pokemon joined in jumping cheerfully around us.

-”Alright alright! but first get some clothes on!!”

#oc content #oc story #pumpkachubby side story #pokemon trainer shiro #I'll try to make a new chapter every month I swear

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