#uva— answers

[grapefives]

Hello! This might be a shitty ask since it’s my first one but here it is:

Can you make a headcanon for each hashira having an s/o who is very similar to senku, ie: very week physically but very strong mentally

I think I specified enough 😭 but I hope that it doesn’t confuse you since english isn’t my first language

But if you do this, thank you from the bottom of my heart! Remember to take care of yourself and have a great day/night <3

been meaning to answer this— is there any specific hashira(s) you want?? 😭 cus all of them sounds overwhelming lmao i mean i can totally do it but if you have any you want personally lmk so i can get those out first!

[pokemon-academy-official]

could you write an article about the history of pokedex and how it came to be what it is now? thank you!

Thank you for the question!

History of the Pokédex... that's quite the topic. There's enough here to write a book. In fact, Professor Hyacinth has; Development and Iteration of the Modern Digital Pokédex was published in 2021, and it's 377 pages long!

In all seriousness, this is a complicated and involved topic. What follows is a (very) abridged history of the models of the Pokédex.

Early Pokédexes

The basic concept of a Pokédex is very old; a written description of the basic appearance and abilities of local Pokémon. These have existed for nearly as long as humans and Pokémon have lived together.

During the settlement of Sinnoh (then referred to as Hisui), Professor Laventon created the first example of what would be recognized as a Pokédex today. Though still a written book, it was the first to include illustrations, type information, height and weight measurements, and gender differences.

(Recently, there has been some debate over the validity of some of the claims about Laventon, particularly his involvement with developing the Apricorn Pokéball. However, his involvement with the Pokédex remains unchallenged.)

This idea continued to be used worldwide for well over 100 years before being significantly changed!

The Digital Era

In 1997, the first digital Pokédex was released by Professor Oak in Kanto. It was similar to the written versions that came before it but contained in a small digital device, with editing capabilities for the user to enter new information about caught Pokémon. Since the Kanto region's Pokémon had not yet been fully cataloged, Oak gathered the remaining information with the help of volunteer Trainers. This model of gathering information for a cutting-edge model of Pokédex with Trainers before releasing it to the public has become standard.

Oak's model of Pokédex was refined further into the now widespread HANDY line. Later models featured holographic components and customizable exteriors.

The functionality of the Pokédex grew as well. As it evolved, it was able to store and categorize a Pokémon's cry, footprints, color, "Egg Groups" (essentially, which Pokémon can breed with others), forms, and locations found in the wild. It could also display information specific to a particular individual Pokémon, such as its "Stats" and "Level".

In Alola, a device was designed specifically for a Rotom to inhabit and act as a sort of sentient Pokédex with enhanced capabilities. This model was short-lived and quite rare.

The Pokédex App

As smartphones become more and more prominent, an opportunity for the Pokédex to be a mobile app became more and more apparent. Unfortunately, smartphones didn't have quite the capabilities to keep all of the features that Trainers had grown accustomed to.

Inspired by the Rotom Pokédex of Alola, it was found that a Rotom inhabiting a smartphone greatly enhanced its capabilities. Armed with this breakthrough, Naranja-Uva Academy's Jacq was able to develop the Pokédex App. This application keeps all the functionality of previous models, with the convenience of being available on one's smartphone. This was quickly adopted as standard in Paldea (Jacq's home region), and shortly after in Galar. The Pokédex App is seeing more and more use across the world today.

We are endlessly proud that our sister academy was able to so significantly contribute to the history of one of our society's most integral tools!

[mr-fucko]

the monkey's paw of experts finally being familiar with your rare disease but also them not knowing why the fuck you're going blind. he was great but im also scared chat

[askmrjacq]

✨Mr Jacq's Pokemon Trivia Night!✨

Hello, hello ragamuffins! I'm suspecting by now you're all pretty sleepy, and the last thing you'll want to be doing is a boring old Biology exam, so I made it more fun! Just something to help you wind down from the dance, and hopefully win some... cool (?) prizes (???).

Under the cut you'll find all of the questions to the quiz!!! Just some easy fun that hopefully won't make your brain ache (*cough cough* like writing the questions did to me *ahem*). Just send me your answers, and whoever gets the highest amount of points in total will win a yummy treat...! You can be in groups too, if you like! Just don't worry fi you can't work out an answer, its all for fun!

Fun Facts! Worth two points each!!

How many legs does a Spidops have?

What is the gender ratio for a Pachirisu?

What shape markings does a Gulpin have on its back?

What Pokemon is number 431 in the National Dex?

How fast can an average Popplio swim?

Evolution: True or false???? One point for each correct answer!!! (bonus point for the corrected answer on the false questions!!)

Girafarig can only evolve into Farigiraf in Paldea- True or False?

Starly’s second evolution is called Staraptor- True or False?

Eevee evolves into Umbreon when it has a high friendship level with its trainer OR it is nighttime-  True or False?

Mr Jacq is getting really bored of thinking of questions for this and wants to sleep: True or False?

When Sprigatito evolves it becomes bipedal- true or false?

Facts about my Pokemon! Good luck, these are harder! 3 points per question correct!!!!

Can you name each member of my team? Just the breed, not any nicknames.

What type does my Ace Pokemon terastalise into? 

Which of my Pokemon looks most like me? (not in terms of size: that would be mean! As in colours)

What’s special about the types of moves my Grass type Pokemon has on my team? As in, what do you notice about if they are special or physical?

I’m about to go on my Pokemon journey, and three starter Pokemon (Sprigatito, Fuecoco and Quaxly) are shown to me. Can you guess which one I would choose?

[starlightandspirits]

[ @uva-academy-vio asked: ]

FELLOW GHOST TYPE LIKER HIIIIIII :]]]]]]

hello there! always happy to meet a fellow ghost-type liker! :)

[blueberry-gills]

is this evil gill whats going on why are you ourple 🤨

Evil??? I'm rather offended by that! >:0 you're talking like there's more than one of me! And I'm 85% I'm the only Gillian out there~

I'm ourple because it's my favorite color! Why not?

Also...Gill? Never heard that nickname before! Most people go with Ian! But I like it, so I'll take it! ☆

[uva-academy-welding]

Rose, how do you feel about the mysterious accessibility anon? Who isn't really that mysterious, how many students have a big mclarge huge seviper, but since she refuses to put her name on her blog we must all pretend.

Honest opinion: respect the work. Getting changes done (especially in old schools like this one) is really hard, I know from experience. The elevators and ramps they’re getting put in are gonna be so nice on days when I am just not feeling it. Occasionally some parts come in for them too so it’s always interesting to look at.

I do wish there was a little bit more common sense there tho, specifically involving accidentally getting yourself stuck in places, but considering who and where I am I should not be talking. Stem track students will be stem track students.

[d3adring3r]

“ have you visited blueberry academy yet? I’ve heard rumors that the students there established their own elite four league. “ — @drassaku

I have. The BB academy has their stuff all together. The Naranja/Uva Academy needs their own elite four, but let's call it The Elite Poor since Paldea already has a well-established league system.

[ambivalentatmosphere]

@aqotheosis

[jetblack4realz]

beautiful - bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader

summary - growing up as bradley's best friend and ride or die, then going to college and suddenly realizing it's more than that

warnings - don't think so

word count - 1.8k, just a cute little guy

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you couldn't remember a time that you weren't with bradley bradshaw. you had grown up by his side, from kindergarten to now sophomore year of college, you had been his wingman. and he was yours.

you had the same friend group, all of whom dated each other, which left you and bradley to do your own thing which was fine. everyone expected y'all to get together eventually, but when freshman year came to a close they all lost that hope.

until now.

it was well known by your friends that harrison ralph was the biggest douchebag UVA had ever seen. bradley knew that, carlie knew that, georgie knew that, and so did beckham and lara. but you, well, let's just call you optimistic.

harrison had approached you at a frat party a few weeks into the senior year, catching your attention quickly with some pretty words and an even prettier smile. with his arm leaned against the wall behind you, he was getting close, and bradley was getting pissed.

"y/n!" he called with an exaggerated smile, reaching forward and grabbing your hand. harrison leaned away, eying bradley as if trying to size him up. georgie laughed at the scene, knowing that 5'10", 160lbs harrison stood no chance against 6'3", 200lbs bradley bradshaw, even though his attitude sure made up for some of it.

"bradshaw," harrison hummed. "what do we owe the pleasure?"

bradley didn't look at the boy, instead directing his attention to you. "lara and carlie want to go get food."

it wasn't an invitation, nor was it a question of whether or not the two of you would be attending. you were going to leave with him or he wasn't leaving you.

"are they drunk?" you asked. when bradley nodded his head, you sighed. "where's the nearest arby's?"

"you're not seriously leaving, are you?" harrison asked, grabbing your arm as you stepped towards bradley.

"sorry, i've gotta take care of some friends. i'll see you around," you said with a polite smile, letting bradley pull you away. harrison reached forward, grabbing your other hand with a firm grasp.

"text me, ok? i'll wait up for you," he said, winking quickly.

"well, don't," was bradley's sharp response. he dragged you back to the group who had already left to get in their cars. a text buzzed on your phone in your back pocket as you pulled the door open to bradley's bronco, and as you fished it out to read the text, your brows knitted closely together.

"lara said she's going back to beckham's," you said loud enough for bradley to hear on the other side of the truck. "and georgie's dropping carlie off at the dorm."

so you hadn't seen the boys dragging their girlfriends off with smirks and winks thrown in bradley's direction? probably a good thing.

"let's just go home then," bradley shrugged as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"well, maybe i can go back-"

"let's go home," he said again, slowly with his eyebrows knitted. "you don't need to see that harrison douchebag."

"well, i don't wanna go back to the dorm to carlie and georgie banging again," you sighed, hopping into your usual passenger seat and shutting the door next to you. "i think a third round of bleach will officially ruin my eyesight."

"just come back to my place," he shrugged, turning the truck on and beginning to pull out of the small space he'd managed to parallel park into earlier that evening.

you didn't answer immediately, instead staring down at your shut off phone.

"do you think harrison meant what he did?"

"what?" he asked quickly, glancing over at you as he continued to drive down the backroads of charlottesville to his apartment.

"i mean... guys like him don't look at girls like me like he did. and they certainly don't tell them they're waiting up for their text."

"sweetheart, i think he's waiting up for something else," bradley told you with a sigh. "and he meant it. he damn sure meant it."

"are you sure?"

"he seemed pretty interested. dunno why he wouldn't be."

"i don't know why he would be."

"what are you on about?" he asked, glancing at you again as he pulled into his apartment parking lot. it was dark, only lit by two streetlamps on complete opposite sides of each other, and you could barely see the walkway into the complex. not that it mattered - you both knew the place like the back of your hand. he parked as you sighed, leaning back in your seat.

"guys aren't interested in me. ever. it's just unbelievable."

"except it's entirely believable. do you know how many guys i've seen check you out over the years? for starters, before they met carlie and lara, georgie and beckham were obsessed with you."

"no they weren't," you laughed, shaking your head.

"they were, i swear!" he said, a smile pulling at his lips as he watched you smile too. "they were sixteen year old boys with functioning eyes, of course they were obsessed with a beautiful girl like you."

"i may be pretty cute now, but i definitely wasn't a looker then," you laughed, recalling the awkward stage of high school.

"oh trust me, you were and still are insanely beautiful, sweetheart. nearly every guy on the football team asked me to give them your number and they always wanted to know if you'd been asked to homecoming or prom or whatever yet."

"they asked you for my number and you didn't give it to them?" you asked with a dramatic gasp and wide eyes.

"oh hell no! you were mine and mine alone, i definitely wasn't willing to share you with the meatheads that were the bedford high football team."

"i was yours?" you asked curiously, turning completely to face him with a smirk pulling at one side of your mouth.

"my best friend, i mean," he corrected quickly, grinning your way.

"mhmm, we'll go with that for now," you hummed, laughing as he looked at you incredulously.

"what is that supposed to mean?"

"but moving on - why didn't you tell me all of this before? because i've been convinced that i like always have something in my teeth or something the way some of these guys look at me, because it's not flattering and doesn't seem anywhere near that they'd wanna kiss me."

"darlin', they're staring lower than your teeth and they're hoping for more than just a kiss, let me tell you that," bradley informed you with a frown. "guys are prudes and jackasses and that's why i never told you. ain't any of 'em that i thought were good enough for you."

"is that why you dragged me out of that party?" you asked. he furrowed his brows, but you just smiled and laughed. "i know the girls didn't wanna get food, you just needed an excuse to pull me away from harrison ralph."

"that's cause he's also a douche," he nodded. "ain't no way in hell you're spending a night with him."

"but he's a cute douche," you sighed, laying over on the middle seat between you and bradley dramatically. "i haven't been on a date in months, brad. it's like suddenly every single guy in virginia has gone off girls."

"it's because they're intimidated," he answered softly, messing with the splayed out ends of your hair as you looked up at him. "you're beautiful, crazy smart, naturally talented at everything you do, super ambitious and driven - they know you're out of their league."

"i wish they'd just try. i feel like they've all given up on me or something." you sounded defeated, because you were. bradley hated to hear it, leaning back in his seat as you grabbed his hand, messing with his callouses as he worked up the courage to say what was on his mind.

apparently, he took too long and you were sitting up and sliding out of the car. he followed quickly, locking the bronco and coming to your side as you pulled a hand through your hair, the other arm crossed over your chest and the other quick to join it.

"what's going on?" he asked. "what is this really about?"

you continued walking, your eyes on bradley's door just down the outdoor hall as you sighed. "i got into flight school today."

"what? that's awesome, congratulations," he told you with a smile.

"yeah, well, i'm not even gonna go, so it's all pointless," you said, lips a straight line and a small crease between your brows slowly forming.

"why? what's wrong, why can't you go?" he asked.

"my mom was pissed enough as is that i came here and if she learns that i'm graduating just to not come home and instead go to flight school - she's gonna flip, she's not gonna let me go."

"what do you mean? you're an adult, y/n, she doesn't get to tell you what to do anymore."

"no, but she can guilt me into going into business with her. she's got the bakery and she needs me to run the business side of it. it's why i got my marketing degree-"

"you got your marketing degree because you needed something to do while figuring out what you really want. and you want to fly. we've talked about being in the navy for years together, frankly i was surprised you said you were going to college even before my papers got pulled."

"well, mom needed help and-"

"and she can hire some. you get to choose what to do with your life, y/n," he told you. "you're like, this crazy brilliant girl who's been surrounded with people who tell you that you can't do anything your whole life and they just need to get out of your head; your mom, teachers, idiot guys, all of 'em."

"that's hard," you laughed dryly.

"well, let me tell you this then," he said as you came to a stop in front of his door. "you are amazing, y/n. in every way possible and there's not enough words to describe it. and-" he hyped himself up, taking a quick breath "-i haven't given up on you. you're everything to me."

you were smiling, like big, and that was all the clearance bradley needed to lean in and press his lips to yours. even though you were a little surprised, you kiss him back, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you. he pulled away after several moments, breathing deeply and looking down at you with a smile.

"you're everything to me too," you mumbled, returning his smile. he kissed you again, shorter this time, and softer too.

"i'm really, really glad to hear that," he said.

you felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you reluctantly unwinded yourself from the boy in front of you, pulling your phone out to read the text.

hey beautiful, can i come over??

"i'd rather i be the only one to call you beautiful, beautiful," bradley said after reading it upside down. you clicked on the contact, scrolling down and clicking the red 'block contact' text. it disappeared from the screen and you grinned up at him.

"i think i'd be okay with that."

[pokemon-academy-official]

Hello! I've talked a little about this topic on my blog, but I thought maybe asking here would give me more information

What do you know about the processes to obtain a Tera Orb in Paldea? I have a superficial idea from what I've been told at school, but I'd like to know things more clearly

I'm also curious if a Kanto/Johto resident could take the course at the Pokémon Academy or if they'd have to travel to Naranja-Uva

//Noko is obsessed with getting a Tera Orb right now. It's completely okay not to answear this if what I've already written on this topic breaks with this blog's canon!

Thanks for the question! The information in your linked post is more or less the gist of it. There's a few details we can expand upon, though.

Ways to Get a Terastallization License

As mentioned in the linked post, by far the most common way to obtain a Terastallization license in Paldea is to take and pass a course in a school, such as Naranja-Uva Academy. This course is fairly intensive, and is scheduled in midday intentionally by the Pokémon League, with the stated reason being that it should be a priority to those who want it, not something that can be done passively. The Pokémon League of Paldea also offers intensive one-on-one evaluations, but these can be difficult to schedule.

Quick note: no, the Pokémon Academy does not currently offer any Terastallization courses, as we have no campuses in areas where the Terastal phenomenon occurs. We are considering offering one in the future, however, as the Kitakami region (where the phenomenon does occur) is quite close to both the Kanto and Sinnoh regions.

Why the Restrictions?

Many Trainers have complained about the difficulties of obtaining a Terastallization license. These difficulties are, at least in part, an intentional decision due to the poorly understood nature of the Terastal phenomenon and the dangers improper use present.

The Terastal Phenomenon: More Research is Needed

The Terastsal Phenomenon is perhaps the least understood of any of the commonly used battle "transformation" strategies currently employed (i.e. Mega Evolution, Z-Moves, Battle Bonding, and Dynamaxing). While it does not appear to take nearly as much a physical toll on Pokémon as the others, Pokémon are nonetheless fatigued after using the technique, and the reason for this is not yet understood.

Additionally, the cause of the phenomenon is poorly understood: the Tera Orb focuses ambient Terastal energy into a Pokémon, but what this energy is and why it is present only in certain locations is unknown. It has been suggested that Terastal energy is a remnant from a long extinct species of Pokémon present only in Paldea, but this does nothing to explain why the energy is also present in Kitakami. What little we do know is the energy is most condensed near hexagonal crystals present in the depths of the Great Crater of Paldea and the Crystal Pool in Kitakami.

(By the way, if you're wondering how the Core works in the Terarium at Blueberry Academy in Unova: so are we. It uses Paldean soil and water from the Crystal Pool, but is far more successful in allowing Terastallizing than was initially expected. This discrepancy has yet to be explained.)

Unfortunately, Professors Sada and Turo were the only sources of significant research of the Terastal phenomenon, but their work drifted into other territories shortly before their disappearance. Research has recently begun again in earnest, but no significant progress has yet been made.

Hopefully, in the near future, the Terastal phenomenon will be better understood and obtaining a license will be significantly easier. (And maybe even from the Pokémon Academy!)

OOC in orange.

No but for real, the SV DLCs muddy the water so baaaaad when it comes to Tera... I know its supposed to be mysterious but cmon give us something.

I struggled with this one ngl, but it was still fun :) thanks for the ask, and uh, sorry if it doesn't fit your canon

[roosterforme]

Emergency Contact (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: injuries while deployed, stitches, bandages, angst (deals with the events from Deployment Diaries Parts 18 and 19)

When Bradley asked you to be his emergency contact, you were overjoyed. This meant he was serious serious. He must have told his mom at some point that he was going to switch it, and she must have agreed that it was a good idea. You'd call Carole and Goose if anything happened. Of course you would. 

But that had always been a far off scenario in your mind. Something that was never actually likely to happen. You'd never expected the day to arrive where you had to be the one answering the horrific phone call.

"This is Admiral Priscilla Franklin. I have you listed as the emergency contact for Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw."

"Oh," you gasped. Your hand came up to your forehead as you slowly sank down to sit on the kitchen floor in your yoga pants and sports bra.

"I'm afraid there's been an accident."

You felt yourself on the verge of hyperventilating. You were listening to Admiral Franklin, but her words weren't making sense. You'd barely been able to confirm your full name for her.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw was involved in a mission related incident. I can't provide you with much more information than that."

Your eyes were filled with tears as you choked out the words, "Is he okay?"

There was such a long pause. Part of you wished that Bradley had kept Carole as his emergency contact, because now you were going to have to be the one to soften the blow about an injury to her instead of the other way around. 

Unless it was worse than that. Admiral Franklin wasn't saying anything. What if it was worse than an injury? You were laying flat on the floor, your tongue too heavy and awkward in your mouth as you gagged. 

But you needed to know right now. "Is he okay?" you demanded louder, sucking air into your burning lungs."He's stable at the moment. We are waiting for him to regain consciousness. He has broken ribs, lacerations and most likely a grade three concussion."

He was alive.

As you got some scant details about what happened, you started sobbing. When you ended the call, you collected Tramp in your arms, and he licked your face all over. Someone would be contacting you the following day about collecting Bradley from the San Diego International Airport like he was a piece of lost luggage. 

You didn't want to call his parents. It was so late in Virginia, you would most certainly be waking them up. But when you looked at your lock screen, it was a photo of you and Bradley with Goose and Carole when you'd been in Virginia for Thanksgiving last year, and you just cried harder until you could barely see through the tears.

Once you managed to prop yourself up against the cabinets, you wiped your nose all over Bradley's soft UVA shirt and forced your fingers to work. Unlock the phone. Go to your contacts. Locate the Bradshaws' home number. Tap it. Your hand was still shaking when you heard Carole's voice loud and sharp after just two rings.

"Sweet Girl. Tell me what's wrong."

Your body was shaking with wretched sobs as you tried to get the words out. "He was in an accident. A bad ejection. He's unconscious but still alive."

You'd never seen Carole upset before. She always seemed to know what to do. And even now, while her voice shook slightly as she woke her husband up, she sounded so strong. 

You heard Goose's groggy voice, and you relayed all of the information you had. 

"We'll be out tomorrow," Carole said immediately.

"No," you replied softly. "I think you should wait until I know when he's coming home. Just in case he doesn't even come back to San Diego. The Admiral mentioned seeing a specialist."

There was a long pause on the other end of the call as you wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your boyfriend's shirt. "You'll keep us updated?" Goose asked. "And you'll tell us if you change your mind and want us to come out now so you're not alone?"

"Of course," you adamantly insisted. "I'll call as soon as I hear anything at all."

Then Carole's voice was back, and it was as reassuring as talking to your own mother. "The instant you tell us to get to San Diego or anywhere else, we'll be on our way. So you just give us the word, and we're coming, Sweet Girl."

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You were barely given any notice at all. Six hours from now, you needed to pick Bradley up from the airport. Apparently he could walk on his own, which was the best news you could imagine hearing. You called Carole and gave her the update, and she purchased tickets for the first flight out the following morning while she was on the phone with you. 

But nothing prepared you for the mess you found when you finally laid eyes on him. "Oh, Roo. Oh, Bradley." You covered your mouth with your hands. He truly looked terrible. His face was swollen and bruised, and you could see stitches peeking out all over the place. His left arm was bandaged and resting in a sling. But he was smiling down at you as you wiped tears from your eyes, and he ran his right hand along your hair.

"Can I touch you?" you asked softly, and Bradley slipped his right hand around your waist, slowly pulling you closer until your body was gently touching his.

"Please touch me, Sweetheart. It's the only thing that will make me feel better."

You laughed through your tears as you let one hand rest gently on his chest. "You scared me," you whispered, throat tight with emotion. "Like a whole lot, Roo." You let your other hand trail up over his neck and swollen cheeks, avoiding the clusters of stitches when you could.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he whispered back, kissing the tears on your cheeks.

It wasn't an easy task, but you got him home and cleaned up and into bed. He was having a hard time breathing, and the ninety-eight stitches on his left arm were almost enough to turn your stomach. His handsome face was creased with pain, even after you helped him take his medication. But every time he whispered your name or laced his fingers gently with yours, you couldn't help but smile. 

Very carefully, you climbed in bed next to him and pushed his hair back from his forehead before you kissed him. "Your parents will be out tomorrow. They can't wait to see you."

"Thanks for taking care of everything and letting them know what happened," he murmured, the pain medication finally kicking in and helping his big body relax. "You're the best. I love you." He was thankfully asleep before you could even return the sentiment. 

The next morning, he only woke long enough for you to change his bandages and give him a million kisses and feed him some toast in bed. You felt wrung out and overly emotional and exhausted by the time you heard Tramp run for the front door. It must be Goose and Carole since you told them to just let themselves inside when they arrived. But when you looked down at the old sweats and Bradley's undershirt you had been wearing, you felt your cheeks grow warm. 

You looked like a mess. Your bedroom, bathroom and kitchen were a mess. They were about to see how bad their son looked as he napped in bed, and on top of everything else, you looked terrible too right now. 

But before you could even fully register your embarrassment, Carole's petite form was standing in your bedroom doorway with Goose behind her, Tramp jumping up to try to get his attention. 

"Oh, Sweet Girl," she sighed, glancing at Bradley and then looking back at you. "You wonderful, sweet thing." She had tears in her eyes as she approached you. "Look how well he's doing. Oh, Goose, look how she's taking care of him."

You let Carole collect you in a hug, and you sagged against her, too tired to try to explain to her that you were tired and out of your element. Instead you just let her hold you as Goose kissed the top of your head and made his way to sit in the dining room chair that you'd carried in and set right next to Bradley's side of your bed. 

"Let Goose sit with him until he wakes up and needs you, okay?" she whispered. "And then the four of us can talk together."

"Okay," you agreed softly. Because while it was a privilege to be Bradley's emergency contact, it felt nice to not have to take care of everything alone now. 

Carole led you into the hallway. "Let's get you fed, and then I'll help you get yourself in the bath. And later on, Goose can walk Tramp while I make dinner. And then you can focus on Bradley like I know you want to, and he can focus on you. And we'll be here to take care of everything else."

"That sounds good."

[the-ace-with-spades]

(you really are my enabler, @redfurrycat)

Slightly unserious AU with trans ftm Bradley - or more like 2 AUs, with one being kind of an AU of the just hold my hand fic - who transitioned after the USNA fiasco, which Mav doesn't know about

Version A

Bradley transitioned after Mav pulled his papers - he got rejected by USNA in 2001 but by the end of 2002 he had his name changed and had been on T for about 5 months, all while also simultaneously studying at UVA. When he changed his name, he change everything - social security number, insurance, driving licence, etc. There is literally no trace of his deadname in his documents and what else was there got sealed.

Now, there's one thing - Mav doesn't know any of this. He tries to do anonymous donation for Deadname Bradshaw to pay for her college - gets refunded. Tries to send parcels to her - all returned, stamped 'sender not at address'. Finally, he requests to have the uni check if his daughter (foster/adoptive but still daughter) is up to date on her tuition and grades and gets an email saying Sorry, sir, there's no student under this name currently, never was.

And obviously Mav panics, which in turn makes Ice panic. They go on a trip across the country, but answer from the dean is still the same - there's no student under that name, they only have her admission/offer records and nothing else. They inform the police but since they weren't in a good relationship and their daughter was an adult, travelling across states, they couldn't do much. Thley hire a private detective but the times were different - it was all on paper, easily lost when Bradley changed his name, so the last note of him is his arrival at UVA campus. They never stop looking for her but they'd been told again and again that she is most likely dead.

By the time Bradley enters the Navy, he's been on T for about 4 years and had top surgery done in the summer after second year at uni.

By 2013, eleven years since he changed his name, Bradley changes his surname to Seresin. There's literally no connection to Mav's daughter on paper, at least at first glance. There are things he had to disclose to the Navy but they're all behind a privacy wall that only allows the hire ups and direct command to see it.

By the time Bradley is at Top Gun for the second time, he and Jake are about a year after finalizing their divorce - they broke up because Bradley married him and all (and Jake fully believed he did love him, no doubt about it) but Jake still didn't know much about his past and Bradley couldn't open himself up fast enough for Jake and Jake felt like they were moving nowhere.

Bradley never changed back his surname. Jake didn't know until they met again at Top Gun. Bradley can lie to himself all he wants, but the truth is that he didn't keep it just to avoid connections with his previous name completely.

When Mav is met with Bradley Seresin and Jake Seresin, he at first assumes they're brothers. And then he sees Bradley's face and nothing else matters.

He is so weirded out - Bradley looks like he'd imagine his daughter to grow up to look, but male (because you know, mustache). And he can't stop staring and Bradley having some kind of problem doesn't help. He sees Bradley and he can't stop thinking about anything else.

Meanwhile Jake can see Bradley is acting equally weird around Mav (and maybe assumes things and gets a bit jealous... Sorry I love that trope) and confronts him about it, in private. And for the first time, Bradley opens up to him about his past - about how Mav was his adoptive dad, about how he pulled his papers, about how the last time they've seen each other Bradley was pre-transition and about how Mav doesn't know.

Eventually though Mav catches up with the Seresins actually being exes/husbands and checks for Bradley's maiden name. And once he sees it's nee Bradshaw, he finally feels a little less crazy, enough to tell Ice about the whole thing and ask him to check if Bradley is their daughter's long lost cousin or if Goose had a long lost brother or cousin.

By the time Ice digs deep enough into the files to find the truth, Mav and Bradley had already been shipped out.

Version B (contains trans pregnancy)

Most of the stuff still happened but this is slightly more realistic take. Bradley does change his name in 2002 but this disqualifies him from ever serving in the Navy. He transitions as he studies aerospace engineering and earns his commercial plane licence.

He and Jake meet by accident, in an aeroclub Bradley had a side job at. They fall in love and struggle through the remaining DADT era.

Jake knows about Bradley everything - and he means everything. From what he likes to eat, through his preferred pain meds, to his whole family history.

Fast forward to the Top Gun return. Mav meets Jake and it seems that Jake, for some reason, hates him. It is a common feeling among the Navy men but usually it comes from the higher ups, not Mav's subordinates. The kid is so angry with him that he can't even absorb anything Mav is trying to teach him and if this goes on like this, he's going to get himself killed.

Mav tries to do an intervention but the second he says something along the lines of your family would like to see you in one piece, Jake kinda explodes at him, saying all those things about how Mav knows jack shit about family and has absolutely nothing to lose because he's already lost everything and he should shut his mouth.

Mav is... stunned. So stunned he doesn't say anything and just lets him walk away.

And Phoenix, who has been friends with Bradley and Jake for years, tries to soften the situation and tells Mav a little bit of what she thinks it's going on - that Jake has a heavily pregnant spouse at home and they're expecting their first baby and the timing of the detachment couldn't be worse. Which isn't really untrue, it does get Jake more irritable, but Mav is the biggest problem.

Because Jake knows. Jake knows about how Mav spent every other weekend since Bradley turned fourteen in a plane with Bradley and then every other weekend teaching Bradley to pilot the minute he turned sixteen. He knows how Mav was supposed to teach him all he knew and then pulled the rag from underneath him silently, and pulled his application to USNA like it was nothing. He knows all about how Mav never explained, never apologized, never even tried to fix what he had done. He knows how much it cost Bradley - the trust, the vulnerability, the ability to feel loved unconditionally. And he is damned pissed at him.

Things do go on. Jake does acknowledge that he has to calm down if he wants to come back home.

He and Mav bump into each other on the parking lot before the shipment, the only two not having a loved one sending them off. Mav stupidly asks where Jake's wife is and Jake tells him that his husband can't really drive anymore, especially in his old car where the suspension is too high to get in smoothly with the baby bump in the way. Mav is a bit confused but connects the dots pretty soon - obviously, Seresin's husband must be trans in some way. Asks if there's anyone who can drive him around when Jake is away and Jake just looks him in the eyes and tells him, he's only got me.

(Mav might or might not ask Ice to check on Seresin's husband when they're gone and Ice might or might not give Bradley a heart attack by calling him...)

Jake never told Bradley who his instructor was. At least not before the mission. He is in a separate room in a hospital after the whole thing is and Bradley insists he is going to come and visit him to see with his own eyes he's okay. Once he's at the hospital, Jake tells him he'd prefer Bradley stay home until he comes back and obviously Bradley who is feeling very unsure and insecure at the moment gets upset.

So Jake tells him that his instructor and the guy he flew the mission with is Mav.

Bradley does leave because he doesn't want to bump into him. They pass each other on the corridor briefly as Mav is being wheeled back from x-ray and Mav feels like he's hallucinating - like he's seen a ghost because you know, Bradley looks like his daughter but also not really because he's a guy.

It all comes to a head when the whole squad celebrates at the Hard Deck. Bradley is feeling up like going even if he can't drink and most of the people there know about Jake having a husband and that he's trans and pregnant and are being normal about it. So they're having nice little evening with Jake plastered to him at all times out of protectiveness, clinginess and just missing him.

Jake didn't know Mav was invited.

Mav comes in ready to greet the daggers and is met with a ghost's face. Jake tries to pretend all is normal for about a minute but it's obvious that Mav can't stop staring and that Bradley is panicking, basically hyperventilating in Jake's arms so they just--up and go, really. Jake leads them out of the bar without even a glance back, whispering Bradley apologies about how he didn't know Mav would be there.

Meanwhile, once they stood up - Bradley with some of Jake's help - Mav gets hit with the very visible reminder that Bradley, the guy with his daughter's face, is trans and pregnant. And he is not a hundred percent sure, but he's pretty damn sure the odds are already so weird, there's no way this is another guy who looks like his daughter, it's gotta be his daughter, but after transitioning.

And on the off chance that he is making it all in his head, he tells Ice and hopes he would know how to intervene.

Maybe, eventually, Mav just goes to their house. Maybe Jake is still on the defence and tries to get rid off him when Bradley comes to the door in all the heavily pregnant glory - barefoot, wearing a t-shirt that is too small and in an oversized cardigan and Jake's Navy sweatpants that are too short at the ankles - and tells him it's okay and that he'll talk to Mav alone, on the porch.

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Sorry if you've answered this! In the Scarlet x Violet, Ansy and Ikirit are in the uniforms which implies they are taking classes there. Is there a reason they decided to?

Also if they instead were going to teach a course there, what course do you think each of them would teach?

(Hey, NP! Part of your question involves something that didn’t make it in the Scarlet x Violet highlights post anyways - gives me an excuse to share it! ^_^)

For your first question, I sorta answered in the last panel of one of the multi-panel comics I made for SxV:

When Ansy & Ikrit were separated & ended up on the Scarlet & Violet timelines respectively, they could still keep in touch via their Rotom Phones for a mysterious reason that may or may not show up again in DxP - they figured out their situation together, & decided to go to Naranja / Uva Academy. There, their respective Director Clavel offered a place at his Academy in order to make them less conspicuous, & seeing as there are literal senior citizens in class with the player (canonically about middle-school aged), their being in their 30’s wasn’t that odd lol. XD

As for your second question, meet Ms. Ansy & Mr. Ikrit (& helpers!)

Going off what the mister & I majored in school, Ansy would’ve worked under Professor Hassel in Art while Ikrit would just straight teach Astrophysics (&/or Astronomy, as Ikrit canonically works for a meteoriticist). As Ms. Ansy assists in a pretty hands-off subject that already has a very capable professor (honestly, she probably would just sub when he’s serving as a member of the Elite 4), she could easily make her way around Paldea between classes. Mr. Ikrit had a similar arrangement, but for a different reason: as his subject is very specific & very advanced, he doesn’t have a lot of students, & so would have plenty of free time to solve Paldea’s mysteries.

Honestly I really wish we had an option to be students or not, or at least not have to wear school uniforms - felt very kid-coded, & if we didn’t have to have uniforms, we could’ve used our imaginations. At least I got to use it for a joke eventually lol XD

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You won't fic titles? I'll give you fic titles!

First how about one for our Bobby boy?

Martinis and Mixups

"What table am I at again?" An hour ago, you would have known the answer.

An hour ago, you hadn't watched your ex boyfriend propose to his girlfriend at your college roommate's sister' wedding.

Truly incredible what an open bar and two hands could do.

Having enough wits about you to sip some water (alternating between that and a martini), the second long island iced tea was impairing your memory.

"Twenty-one!" Your college roommate answered. But then you overheard a guest say thirty-one and holy shit? There were enough folks here to warrant thirty one tables? Who liked thirty one standard sized tables worth of people to invite to a wedding?

You were almost thirty one. And still single as the day you were born. Everyone else seemed to be doing great- settling down, buying a house, starting a family.

You couldn't even keep a succulent alive. And here, Marianna's little sister was getting married and buying her first house.

Screaming wasn't acceptable, despite everyone tolerating the toddler. So you sipped on your martini and got to table thirty-one.

The table that was no doubt full of college friends. Folks you could talk shit to.

"Fucking tacky. Proposing at someone else's wedding," you spat, sitting down at the closest seat.

"Someone finally said it. Don't know why folks are actin' like it's cute," a low voice said. Must be Jenna's boyfriend. Steve? Steven? Stephen?

"It's cause planning and setting up something unique and special to someone would be too emotionally draining on him," you scoffed, "Dude couldn't even get his own fake id, he made me use mine."

"Wow. That is....explains a lot," Steve/Steven/Stephen, "Y'all knew each other?"

"Unfortunately, I knew him very well. Too well," rolling your eyes, you took another sip of water. Wait, was this martini watered down? Fucking Marianna, that great friend.

Sage. Steve/Stephen/Steven smelled like sage. He was also very close. Shit, you were pressed against him.

"He was my ex. Couldn't commit to me, but had no issue proposing to her within a year."

He chuckled again and you could feel the vibrations. Of course Jenna found a great guy. Oh, you were way too close to Jenna's guy.

"Sorry,I-" you looked up to a guy who was absolutely not Stephen/Steven/Steve.

No, this guy was fucking handsome. Like one of those movie stars your Gran was obsessed with. Sandy brown locks, perfectly swooped over without looking overgelled. How could someone's eyes be so deep and blue? And so attentive??? A buttoned nose and cute pink lips. Fuck, he reminded you of that actor in Casper who you had a huge crush on as a kid.

"You're....you're not Jenna's dude," was all you could say. His cheeks were rosy. Was it due to alcohol or were they always like that?

"And I assume you're not Bradley's girlfriend?" He asked.

"Who the fuck is Bradley? Did he go to JMU?" Your brow furrowed as your impaired brain tried to recall what it could regarding college. Bradley. Nope, didn't know a Bradley.

"Uh, no. He went to UVA. But he's in the Navy with Billy, Marianna and Ellie's brother. I'm Bob and I'm in the same squad as him, as is everyone at this table..." His voice trailed off, realizing what had happened.

"So this isn't the JMU table?" Now that you thought about it, it did sound like Marianna told you to go to table twenty one, not thirty one.

"No, it's not," Bob chuckled, gently pushing your glass of water closer to your hand, "But you're more than welcome to sit here and drink some water with me." He held up his glass in solidarity and it was truly, the cutest thing you had seen all fucking day.

"I'd love that, Bob." He raised his glass to yours, grinning as you clinked them together.

Marianna would have to physically remove you from Bob.