when i say "rescue team gengar shouldve been worse" what i mean is that he shouldve had a guilt over what happened to gardevoir bc of his own selfishness and cowardice all those years ago. that hes been pushing down for all this time. that he takes it upon himself to take down rt hero bc hes 100% projecting. instead of sending the entire town after them. that hes convinced himself that every human is just as bad as he was. that he tries messing with partner that theyre "just gonna get hurt hanging around a human." that he becomes obsessed with trying to get rid of hero bc of this. to the point that the rest of his team is concerned. that it shouldve been made more clear through subtle cues, until he just outright says that he was the human from the ninetales legend, at some point during the main story.
now when i say "after some events, he realizes that hero isnt the same as him at all and....that theyre more similar to gardevoir if anything. so out of guilt towards gard And hero now. he tries to help hero's team to succeed in whatever way he can...."
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I’m so enamores with the concept of caterella in the fandom that I have a whole spider diagram (??? I think that’s what it’s called) of like different AUs and their vague details and storylines. It has not seen the light of day outside my private discord DMs with my friend lol, but it could be a good source of like , a snapshot collection 🤔 I cannot and do not want to write multi chapter fics lol but I think it could be fun to write just like , stand-alone scenes from the branching AUs,,, idk about posting bc they’re mostly an excuse for me to indulge in my many cater ships / blatantly showcasing caycay as one of my faves lol but. Yknow. Whehdhdhfjfbcjgfjjg
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@aethergate // starter call!
The walls felt thin, bleeding him out, bleeding it in.
━ this is how it always felt, since he was fast; too fast; and the bars came down, in the spinning dark. A carnival of something and the something else, lines dug in the world, platforms emerging from the oily depth, the static, the━
dare not speak a devils name. ( were they the devil? he can't remember. a concept foreign, lost to him, lost to the world; too. )
the sound, however, is familiar. the shimmer-shatter of noise breaking, colliding, of realities asunder. the Knight made the same. a thousand terrible calls, an orchestra, o apocalypse...
perhaps the same. perhaps not. but the guest, the guest was free. freer than them. unbound, unbound, unravelled. stitch by stitch, they did not belong, did they? perhaps he was nary the person to ask of belonging at all, a past weighted upon his haunches, half-gone. envy did not rise to meet the lonely jester at the other's freedom, only inquiry, only a swishing tail, only a smile. to be so free, they've learned, is to be alone. how terrible, terrible! a fate they've both met, he must imagine. how unconquerable for the other, he imagines as well.
a spine bends back, up, ears pinned backwards and bright needle-felt eyes zero in like pinpricks. Darkness made them wide and lantern-like, before excitement made them thin again; like the blinking of a light, like the eyes of a beast; how curious it was, it was, indeed!
" OH WHO, WHO, DOES THIS DARKNESS BRING? " a voice like bells, crunched metal, something worn and still ringing; viscerally unlike the world the Other came from. laughter, the head tilts, the neck soft. " A LIGHTNER? A DARKNER? NAY, YOU ARE NEITHER. OH, LONESOME THING, WHAT INDEED DOES THIS DARKNESS BRING? "
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