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cursezoroark · 4 months

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like ok i think about green so much. i think about green and red and just. god. canonically for some fucking reason he's 13-14 as viridian's gym leader???????????????????? which. does not match his appearance tbh but its pokemon what the hell do i know. imo he looks like 16. but eh.

like ok my personal timeline is. following canon to an extent also disclaimer this is primarily green pov, sliding pokemas to the side im not putting it here. also btw Leaf does exist here but im gonna focus on green and his pov of Red particularly:

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5 years - 10 years: tiny babies :'] they get along great at first. pokemon nerds. Green becomes a bit more astute. u know the usual fandom hc of pokemon oak's not the Greatest Parenting. Like He's Trying but Green being a kid notices and a bunch of misunderstandings and mistakes pile yk? kids notice. and kids also assume. and Green assumed. Green starts to antagonize Red more, shifting him from a friend to a rival. the rivalry is starting to bleed out the friendship. Red notices, but not aware of the familial situation, is just hurt.

10 years old - 11 years: whatever the fuck happened in frlg. insane preteen angst between the two. i like to think they got in a fistfight. poor kids.

11 years - 12 years: red disappears around this time. 12 year old kid learns how to be a caveman. Green goes to school. Kind of mumbles through the process of becoming champion, and losing it in less than an hour. he's like halfway through a process of whatever happened when he gets the opportunity and he pounces. school is paused.

13 years old - 14 years old: Apparently a girl named Leaf took over the old champion position. From pallet town too. Not that he rlly cares. Green only hears rumors about Red being at the top of the mountain, repressed whatever had happened and the whole situation of their relationship, doesn't rlly want to confirm for himself rlly. cause. well. don't ask. shut the fuck up.

15- 17 years old: what the fuck do you mean the rumors are true. Green gets egged on to finally check after confirmation of Ethan/Lyra. By Red's mom, Daisy, Professor Oak, the whole fucking town jesus christ- and. really he shouldn't be here. doesn't really deserve to be here. but he finally sees red. its an awkward as hell 2 years, warming up a cold 5 year old friendship. they don't talk about it.

18 years old: it almost felt like nothing ever happened. for a while. he had visited monthly, bringing supplies, warm wishes. the usual topic had been about the gym, the family, pokemon battles, people in pallet town, safe topics. The only one he's willing to breach is how to get Red off the damn mountain, but as you can clearly read, hasn't been successful. red's grown taller than him. annoying as hell, but his eyes still sparkle when he talks about new pokemon. Green restarts his education, and lucky for him his brain is still sharp enough to catch up. He applies for a university in Kalos.

19 years old: he got in, awesome. he breaks the news to Red. he leaves in five months. Red....doesn't seem happy, but he congratulates Green anyways. on a whim to try to cheer him up, Green makes an shitty joke attempt: come down for a dinner celebration in Pallet Town in a week. Just Red's mom, Red, Daisy, Green, and Professor Oak. No one else, and afterwards we can send you right back to your happy cave home mountain, yeah? Red doesn't respond. The next day however, he agrees. Green doesn't know how the fuck that worked.

The dinner: Green breaks the news to his family and Red's mom, and helps a frantic Daisy prepare the food, where he confesses his doubts over Red's reaction. Daisy suggests that Red may have been used to his company, seeing as he was the only human willing to trek Mount Silver monthly just to see him. Green decides to phone Ethan/Lyra to ask them a favor.

The favor: ok so you've been looking for a challenge right. right ok. i thought you would rebattle Red or something. where the hell are you nowadays. why? oh idk just wondering, cause he just got a new team member and I thought you-no? aw man ok cause I can't go to the mountain for a Long While. He needs a training partner. Ok! thanks, smell ya later.

The Dinner Cont.: Red appears with his mom, and. Green notices the redness around her eyes. Red's hand was carefully clasped around hers. Red's eyes flitted almost anywhere but their faces, but he nods a greeting to Gramps and Daisy on the way in, before sitting at the table. the roast duck was ready. Professor Oak lobs his questions at Red, almost automatically. How was he, his pokemon?? How was Mt. Silver's eco-climate, did you know how the league operated- yadda yada yada yada yada Green began to buzz out in the middle of chewing some potatoes. It wasn't until Oak grasped his shoulders, commenting about Green's recent success could Green finally grasp whatever expression was on Red's face.

outside, the dishes were being washed, and the two friends elected to take a walk.

hesitation wrangles his hands, before signing. "I thought you and Professor Oak weren't getting along?"

a waved hand. "he's better. Helped me with the whole application process, so I had no choice but to kind of had The Talk.

"and?"

"It went shit. we got into another fight, but I think I got something through."

"...."

"He still asks about you though. That didn't change. And, don't worry, I stopped him from trekking over there himself. I think he's getting like, old old. He only holes up in his lab now."

"I thought he still trekked into viridian forest to collect metapod shells."

"He only did that to make sure we didn't somehow end up there. we were seven- you know how we were."

"we could've ended up there."

"HA- no- yeah. yeah actually. I think I would have somehow been dragged by you. You used to chase rattatas for crying out loud. It's a shock how you weren't infected by a disease."

"You told me they were strong."

"what did you think 'strong' meant to a 7 year old?"

"......I thought they meant they were the best."

"....yeah well, me too."

"I'm sorry, Green."

"I should be the one saying that, you asshole."

"...."

"I think I should have said that from the beginning. I'm sorry, Red. I'm so sorry."

The walk ended with a silent beat.

After the Dinner: weird clean up, Green feels like the ice had finally, chipped around Red. He hasn't seen Red's mom kiss her son's forehead for a long time. He hadn't seen Red in his childhood room where they used to play pretend for a long time. He hadn't seen Red smile like that..... in a long time. He takes him back to Mt. Silver.

There are 5 visits left until Kalos.

5 visits left: Red makes a face and comments about Lyra/Ethan's sudden visits again. It's kind of funny, seeing a mildly aghast look on his face as he signs about their new look, team, personality even. His eyes shine as he talks about pokemon he has never seen before, what do you mean there's a different form of slowbro????? He almost looks younger, hands now more lively as he talks strategy with Green.

3 visits left: It's Red's 20th birthday. Green and Lyra/Ethan make a trip this time together. Somehow, through Reds mom magic, the cake stays preserved throughout the entire trip. They munch through strawberry cream cake in silence, occasionally breaking into conversation about the travels, preparations, and global news. Red's eyes stay shiny under the candles until blown out. Green gets him a pokemon egg. What it is, he won't tell Red. Lyra/Ethan gets him a new pokegear. the first number he adds is Green.

2 visits left: Red keeps staring at Green. it's pissing him off. He stares as he cooks, as he rants, when he's tending to his pokemon. Green decides to play cool, talking more and more about the process of moving. He has to license his pokemon, contact his mentors, pack all of his stuff. Kalos apparently has good fashion too, did you know, maybe I could finally install a change to your godawful outfit- Red just keeps staring. The egg remains unhatched, yet the signs tell him that its near time.

1.5 visits left:

Red: The egg hatched.

Green: LMAO did you like it??????

[ a blurry photo is sent, barely depicting the picture of a shiny mimikyu, surrounded by Pikachu and venasaur.]

Green: IS THAT A SHINY???????

Green: RED.

Green: OF FUCKING COURSE.

Red: :)

1 visit left: They sit in silence by the open fire, cozy and in their own world. That is, until a finger jolted Green awake. Red only stared back with a serious expression.

"I think I forgave you a long time ago."

"It took me a while, to connect everything together." Red seemed to be reciting this, almost as if he practiced this speech.

"But I wasn't sure. you never brought it up, which wasn't the best. You weren't....good when we were kids. but you were my friend. You are my rival. "

"I understand, why you were like that. and I saw you again, and it was really good. Really good." Red emphasized.

Green blinked. "like we were kids again?"

Red nodded. "It was back to before then. before the championship. We used to talk more. You didn't avoid me, and we battled like usual. we didn't have to worry about league management, or team rocket. I thought maybe we could start over again."

Green grimaced. "But?"

"You're leaving." Finally, with the wind taken out of him, Red deflated right in front of Green, seemingly worn. He almost looked like a limp balloon. Vaguely, Green wondered what his 11 year old self would thinking looking at him. Probably not a nice thing.

He's not 11 now though.

"You....could come with me?" Green froze under Red's incredulous look. "Look, I was an asshole, still am an asshole times 100 there is no denying that. I'm surprised you even let me on this mountain. I thought you would never talk to me again, and I would totally get it. I would maul myself."

"But I want to start over too. If you could just. think about it. You can't room with me, but given you're a champion I'm pretty sure you're able to get some sort of bonus, but only if you're really really REALLY sure, this cold ass mountain never seemed to lift its grip from you-" A pair of hands swiftly covered Green's mouth, muffling him.

A silence swept over the two, before slowly, Red's hands lifted from Green's lips.

"....Let me think about it." Red signed.

"All the power to you, buddy."

A snort. "Buddy?"

"shut up."

Three days later, Green flew to Kalos.

A year later, Red moved to Kalos.

Post Kalos: so you may have noticed i have not rlly pushed on the romantic agenda. yeah i rev the engines slow here. but point is its not my forte most of the time. either way they do get together inbetween kalos and sm. Green writes a hell of a thesis paper on pokemon research, they still have things to hash out and properly explain, but its a working process. Red gets invited to every champion event ever when he finally cracks out of mt silver. If you ask me who catches feelings first, i'm going to say they both did at the same time cause its funny and they annoyed the hell out of every surrounding colleague with their pining.

Misc

red's mimikyu is a girl, like his pikachu

Leaf and Green meet at Kalos, she helped him make an arrangement when Red was moving over. They became rlly good friends with all three of them!!! :D They also found out they wall lived in pallet town, just never met because Leaf entered school rather than their reckless 10 year old adventures.

Professor Oak's whole issue is saying the wrong things when he means one thing. Which causes Green to snap back and then he gets mad at the disrespect and yaknow. they're slowly getting better though. this also did Numbers of Green's self-esteem.

Red does live with his mom before leaving with Green. They visit Kanto as often as possible.

Green and Red's mom had a talk when Green was about 16, about his whole deal. Green wonders how she could smile at him afterwards. But Red's mom is understanding and observable as her own son. Not to say she isn't letting Green go scot-free though. it's what finally cracks Green to reflect.

"Hey so why didn't Green try to get Red off the mountain when he was visiting over and over again?" I did consider that. I think they were so close to teetering off the edge when they battled it out on Mt. Silver that teenager Green was just deathly afraid of fucking things over and scaring Red away from contacting Pallet town again. It was a slow process for him to get Red curious enough about the outside world to goad him into even considering visiting places.

Does Red Sign? Yes! I'm not completely sure how to properly write it cause i am a Novice. (u are free to give sources, though i'm not a writer I will look through yes yes) He's selectively mute in my eyes!

The Viridian Gym Leader position got shifted a few months before Green moved to Kalos, but Lance has always told Green that the position is open if he rlly wants it.

Lyra/Ethan could be whatever u wish. is lyra and ethan the same person and they have incredible gender and two names? sure. are they separate people on their own and they're just a duo? if u want. go ham.

note: i didn't expect this to be THIS LONG but also forgive me i just vomited word thought and it evolved to semi-writing. I'm a completely beginner at this. this is just my interpretation of the red/green whole spiel cause i had brain worms. if urs is different that is cool!!! rad!!!

#pokemon #reguri #namelessshipping #this is long. wuh oh

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Hi, Clan! I had this Steven (Strangled Red) one-shot idea a few days ago, but I held back on asking mostly because it felt too stupidly self-indulgent. I still feel a bit like it is, so… I hope you don't mind it too badly! ^^' Essentially, Y/N, who has Gardevoir and Scrafty, hears rumors about a supposedly haunted house in Pallet Town, Kanto, and gives a shot at trying to explore it… only to eventually come across a fallen Champion, with Y/N and their Pokémon having to fight back. (admittedly inspired by one of the Strangled Red chronological sequels)

"Oh? The house in the field? Yeah, there's rumors that a previous Champion's ghost is haunting it, but...you didn't hear that from me."

"Okay. You hear that, guys? We didn't hear that from them." You smiled at Gardevoir and Scrafty--your two most loyal Pokémon, who nodded along as you talked to one of the locals.

Rumor has it there was a "haunted house" in Pallet Town, located on the west side beyond a field of unusually tall grass. A stone barrier had been put up about a decade ago to deter anyone from venturing further, leaving many to speculate what was inside that decrepit house.

The oldest residents would tell you that it used to be the home of a Kanto champion until tragedy befell him and he became "cursed", but they claim it's totally abandoned now.

They didn't sound so sure, though, so you wanted to find out for yourself if it's true. You also had a knack for exploring mysterious places--especially if it involved Pokémon who dwelled in ancient ruins and such.

You wouldn't call a former champion's house "ancient", but maybe some powerful ghost or dark types made their home there!

In any case, Gardevoir and Scrafty could counter their attacks easily should you get into any danger.

So you decided to journey over to the west side, where the barrier lied. It was a stone wall covered in moss and cracks. Nothing too remarkable. It was high, but not too high that you couldn't fly over it on a Pokémon, so it made you wonder why people were afraid to see what's beyond it...

There was no one around guarding it, except for a lone wild Gastly whose trill alerted you to its presence.

As it hovered in front of you, your Pokémon took protective stances...and yet it seemed quite passive. Not looking for a fight at all.

"Um, hi?" You tilted your head in confusion, before you saw it float over the wall and disappear on the other side. "....okay, that's just showing off."

Huffing, you turned around in preparation to call out one of your flying-types. But then you felt Scrafty tug on your sleeve, pointing to the wall. "Scraf! Raf!!"

"What's up? Is the Gastly.....huh?"

Upon facing the barrier once more, you were astonished to see that...it was gone.

As if there was nothing there to begin with.

In between the tall patches of grass was the Gastly grinning at you, amused by your baffled expression.

When you stepped closer, there was indeed no barrier blocking the way anymore. Yet nobody in town seemed to notice such an oddity.

'Huh..maybe someone brought a Zoroark to cast this illusion.' You mused. 'But then again...how could they keep it up for so long? And why did they think it was necessary?'

Regardless, you were finally in the "forbidden zone" of Pallet Town, and the Gastly seemed to know exactly where you wanted to go. And thus, the three of you followed it, excited yet nervous as to what you'll discover.

There were no wild Pokémon lurking in the grass, strangely enough. It was completely deserted, but you paid no mind to that.

Soon enough you were in front of the old house. It looked just like all the other ones in town--a simple two story home. Considering it was unlocked, maybe the rumors of it being abandoned were true, though you knocked out of courtesy.

Nobody answered, so you headed inside, although you jumped as the door suddenly slammed shut behind you and left you in nearly total darkness.

'Goddamnit..stupid wind..' You huffed in annoyance, deciding to blame mother nature for that scare.

With Gardevoir generating a small sphere of light to guide the path, you were well on your way to investigating the old home of this "champion". You didn't even think there was one before Red or Blue--just the Elite Four.

Then again, you didn't know the whole story..so maybe this place will give you some clues. You wanted to know more about this forgotten trainer's legacy and what happened to him.

Together you searched high and low, while also trying not to move too many things around out of respect for the original owner. But you did learn some interesting and..concerning things:

For one, the upstairs bedroom held a portrait of two brothers above one of the beds: one kid who looked like Red, except he had hair that was much longer and he wore a proud smile, and a brunette with short and spiky hair donning a violet cap beside him.

You took it off the wall, looking at the picture before turning it over to see it was taken in 19....something, considering the last two digits were smudged. But the tagline on it was clearer:

Steven and Mike: The First Champions of Kanto

'So this was their home, huh? But..the locals never told me about a brother-'

Suddenly there was a rather loud creak, and Gardevoir swiftly turned her light source towards the open doorway, tensing up. Scrafty looked equally as suspicious, glaring at the darkness with raised fists.

But nothing was there at all.

"It's okay, guys." You calmly reassured them, smiling as you hung the picture back up on the wall. "Probably just a ghost-type playing tricks on us."

"Hrg..Scraf...." The dark/fighting type grumbled, but otherwise listened to you as they both calmed down.

Resuming your search, you noticed that another smaller picture sat on the nightstand, so you picked it up to examine it.

This one featured a Charizard proudly holding up a ribbon, and in the corner of the photo was a simple caption: "My Beautiful Miki" -Steven

'So this must be his ace..' you smiled fondly, seeing that Steven must've had a special connection with this Charizard to give her a name.

However, as you set the photo down, you felt an overwhelming chill run down your spine. Not one that made you feel cold, but rather the kind that told you..

"You're not alone."

Then you all heard a raspy male voice groaning from the shadows. It didn't sound like any sort of Pokémon.

But human.

Confused, Gardevoir pushed the glowing orb further out of the room. But it didn't reveal anybody in sight. Even Scrafty peeked out into the hallway, yet they didn't see anyone lingering out there. You checked the closet, only to find it completely empty.

With an annoyed huff, you closed it, deciding to leave the room and search the upper floor for the source--to no avail.

Either this person was a prankster or a legit ghost...but regardless, you didn't like the way this was heading.

This was how horror movies usually started.

"Alright." You called out. "Whoever you are, please stop. We'll leave quietly."

The voice made an unexpected demand, although he spoke slowly as if to stress the importance of each word:

"Give...her...back..."

He sounded further away this time, coming from downstairs. So that's exactly where the three of you headed, with Gardevoir bravely leading the way and Scrafty sticking behind you.

But even as you entered the living room area, you still didn't see a single soul.

This was weird.

Very, very weird..

"I want her back.."

"We didn't take anyone from you, I promise!" You tried to reason with the mysterious voice as you approached the front door. "Gardevoir, turn the brightness up to maximum, please."

Nodding, she illuminated the entire room with an even stronger glow, bathing it in light.

Yet it revealed nothing.

But Scrafty swore they saw a black mass retreating into the shadows. Their heart began racing as they stuck closer to you.

"Listen, if you mean Gardevoir..she's mine-"

"No. Not her...but my Miki."

"...I'm sorry?"

"GIVE ME BACK MY MIKI!"

Freezing, you blinked in bewilderment as the voice screamed that name, your eyes widening with great alarm. 'That's..Steven's Charizard, isn't it?'

"L-Listen, there's been a misunderstanding. So we're just gonna...!" But when you tried leaving this place for good..

The door suddenly refused to open.

"Huh?" Taking your hand off the knob, you wondered why it wasn't turning. It seemed stuck, almost. Scrafty tried their hand at it, even using Brick Break in an attempt to punch through the old door.

Surely it would've knocked it down or at least put a hole in it...

Yet it remained sturdy.

"What the hell?!" You whispered in disbelief, although you tensed upon hearing footsteps and turned around..

And he emerged from the darkness.

The fallen champion..Steven himself.

But he looked a lot worse than he did in those photos, with his black hair now being a long, wild and untangled mess; a dark shadow was cast over his sorrowful face, yet it held such rage and anguish. All you could see were his seemingly glowing red eyes, and a single pokeball in his shaking hand.

'Was he...living here this whole time? All alone?'

"Steven..?"

For a moment, he blinked and lifted his head to stare at you, as if he recognized that name. But then his expression shifted into a malicious grin, pearly-white teeth spreading from ear to ear. "My Miki...I want her back. GIVE HER BACK!!" He snarled, throwing his pokeball out in front of him.

And while it did struggle for a moment, eventually the Pokémon encased inside revealed itself to be something....quite horrific and tragic:

A Charizard who looked very much undead, with a wound resembling a noose or cable around her neck. The muscles were still visible, bleeding as though it never healed at all.

Her roar was strained, showing that she was in a great deal of agony, especially as she coughed blood all over the floor. But she seemed ready to attack you if her trainer commanded her to, so you gulped nervously and stood your ground.

There's nowhere for you to run, but surely...two Pokémon against one shouldn't be a problem, right?

Unfortunately, you'll come to find out how wrong you were...

"Gardevoir, use Fairy Wind!" You ordered.

"......."

"...Gardevoir?" Worried, you looked to the Embrace Pokémon, your heart breaking upon seeing the tears in her eyes as she stared at Miki. Her hands shook in a feeble attempt to generate some Fairy Wind.

But it failed. She gave up completely, appearing far too distraught at the sight as she refused to fight or even move.

Even Scrafty, who usually had nerves of steel, seemed extremely uncomfortable with fighting Miki at all. They opted to stay closer to you for safety.

What could you do, though?

There had to be some way to protect yourself-

'Wait..that's it!' You suddenly remembered, looking down at Scrafty. "Scraft, try shielding us with Protect!"

However, they seemed just as paralyzed with fear, though after you insisted once again..they mustered up the courage to use Protect. It formed a magic barrier in front of all three of you.

Now it was Steven's turn to make his move.

And he pointed a single finger at Gardevoir, his demonic grin never wavering for a moment as he whispered a single command:

"Strangle."

Immediately, Miki lunged forth with a horrific shriek, tearing through Protect with no issues before she tackled Gardevoir to the ground. With her pinned down, the grotesque Charizard wrapped her clawed hands around her throat and squeezed.

You stood there in horror, unable to believe what you were seeing. 'What is THAT move?! I've heard of Constrict but...nothing like this!!"

Gardevoir gasped, trying to free herself, but she could feel the rotten claws of the undead fire-type digging into her neck, blood oozing down as she was rapidly losing air. She struggled to pry them off of her, though to no avail..

It's like all of her psychic energy was sapped away.

Likewise, Miki seemed to be struggling for oxygen herself, seeing as her wheezing grew more persistent. You noticed the exposed muscles in her throat contracting and gushing blood with every breath.

'I gotta hit her where it hurts the most.' You looked at Scrafty, who continued to stare at the scene in fear.

"Scrafty, help Gardevoir and use Throat Chop on that Charizard!"

"...s-scraf..." Tears filled their eyes as they shook their head, forcing themselves to look away from the two. They felt so helpless, yet so scared as to what to do.

How could you trust them to use Throat Chop if Protect proved to be a failure?

"Please." You begged them, your voice trembling with anxiety. "I-I know you're scared, but...but Gar's gonna die if we don't do something!! We can overcome this together. We can't let him win! Please...at least try Throat Chop! If she looks at you, just close your eyes."

Finally, Scrafty looked up at you, and then at their struggling partner as she stared back at them with pleading eyes. She was quickly losing her will to fight back.

You were right.

No matter how scared either of them are, it can't end like this.

Huffing, they pulled their skin up. "Scraf..! SCRAFTY!!" With a shout, they charged at Miki, their fist glowing with dark energy. She made the mistake of turning her head and leaving her wounded neck completely exposed.

As commanded, they squeezed their eyes shut and swung blindly--

Successfully landing a Throat Chop on her.

She tried to shriek in pain, but no sound came out. Instead, she was forced to let Gardevoir go, staggering backwards as she wheezed and gagged. Her own claws became stained with her blood as she eventually collapsed to the ground, gagging and sputtering .

Immediately Steven ran past you, while Gardevoir teleported to your side, struggling to catch her breath. As she kneeled to the floor and Scrafty comforted her, you looked on to see the fallen champion's evil expression change to one of anguish.

He fell to his knees, holding Miki's head. "N-No..Miki. It's okay, girl..it's okay..."

For once, he was acting like a completely normal trainer who was worried for his precious Pokémon.

But now you knew the truth:

This guy was a champion whose ace, this Charizard, died tragically...only to brought back as a monster. Something she didn't ask to become. And it drove him mad enough to attempt actual murder on your Pokémon, hoping to give them a death similar to hers.

You didn't know how he did it, but you didn't care anymore.

You considered this battle won and refused to stick around long enough for a rematch. So you recalled your Pokémon and sprinted out of the room, finding a backdoor in the kitchen area.

Thankfully, you were able to escape that house of horrors. But even as you ran all the way out into the tall grass and hid behind the nearest tree...Steven never chased after you; nor did you hear the haunting cries of Miki.

The Gastly who guided you here eventually found you, and you could only stare at it in distraught, still trying to make sense of what happened in that place.

"D-Did...Did you know about him?" You stammered. "Was that really Steven...?"

It didn't have any answers for you, instead quietly taking you back into town, where the stone wall suddenly remanifested itself. You paid no mind to that and just rushed to the Pokémon Center, desperate to heal your companions.

Minutes later, the nurse called you back and informed you that while they were both okay...

They couldn't help but notice the bruises wrung around your Gardevoir's neck.

#ngl 'strangled...' is a neat sequel tbh #clanask #pokepasta x reader #creepypasta x reader #strangled red x reader #strangled red #horror #angst

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alexlestar · 7 months

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Muted Blue AU

Reguri AU that pulls from other’s posts.

First is @deoxysacid’s role swap https://www.tumblr.com/deoxysacid/730102658260779008/roleswap-reguri-purple-if-you-will?source=share

Second is parts of @bunnygirl678’s post https://www.tumblr.com/bunnygirl678/728819485053730816/au-or-hc-idk-buttttttttttttttt-so-red-and-green?source=share

Then there will be Blue being scared of most ghost Pokémon like he is from Origins. (The only ghosts he’s fine with is the Gastly line)

Now for the part of the AU I’ve come up with

Agatha is Blue and Daisy’s grandma and is the reason why he’s fine with the Gastly line. (Not sure how fanon this is, but I know people agree they were ex's)

Blue gets his cocky side (that he only ever shows Daisy and Agatha) from her so she has a soft spot for him but still sees him like any other trainer during their battle.

Blue and Daisy have only ever been outside of Kanto once and that was to Alola to see family when Blue was very young (like 2 ⁄ 3 years old) and Blue only knows this because of photos. So this AU ignores any canon mention of Blue leaving Kanto.

During said visit Blue and Daisy’s parents are killed by a Jellicent while on a cruise and is why Blue is scared of ghost Pokémon. He doesn’t know which Pokémon is to blame, just that it was a ghost Pokémon that isn’t from Kanto.

The grief of losing their son and daughter-in-law Oak and Agatha break up which leads to Oak becoming a bitter old man to his grandkids. Daisy is old enough to stand up for herself but Blue becomes withdrawn around Oak and is a selective mute from it. For the next 7 or 8 years the only people who have ever heard Blue talk is his sister and grandma until he meets Red.

Red isn’t born in Pallet Town and meets Blue when they are 10 and is a month older than Blue. Daisy tries to get Blue to play with Red but he’s too shy at first, but this only makes Red want to be Blue’s friend more so he’s always hanging around Blue.

It takes a few months until Blue finally starts talking to Red even if it’s simple “Hello” and “bye”. This makes Red very happy which helps Blue warm up to him.

A year after Red has been living in town and has learnt sign from Blue and Daisy to help them talk when Blue is mute. The two of them get their first Pokémon. From Oak. This scares Blue but Red promises to stay with him while they get their Pokémon. Red picks Charmander and Blue goes to pick Squirtle but Oak makes a comment about how he’s trying to one up Red. This almost makes Blue change his mind but Red tells him it’s a smart move and how the typing matches their names.

After leaving, the only thing Blue says around other trainers are the attacks he wants his Pokémon to use. But when it’s just Blue and Red he talks more openly. A few months into their journey, Blue now has a one-sided convo where he’d just gush about Pokémon while Red listens. The first few times he does, he cuts himself short thinking he’s being rude by not letting Red speak, but Red assures him he fully enjoys listening to Blue. Red encourages Blue to gush to the point where Blue has repeated himself at least 10 times about the same Pokemon facts, but Red doesn’t care. He’s just happy to see his best friend and rival is so at ease around him.

Another few months passed so it's been a year since their journey started. They took their time to catch all the Pokemon they can, collect all the badges and help each other grow. They also hold off going to the league because Blue knows that if he became champion he would have to see Oak again he’s scared that will undo all of the progress he’s done to better himself. But in the end he goes because he doesn’t want to hold Red back.

Things proceed as normal with Blue going first and becoming champion, then Red following and beating Blue. However when Oak arrives and says he’s disappointed in Blue. Red goes off on Oak and says that they are champions together or neither of them are because they worked hard together to get to this point. Lance steps in and says he’ll allow it just this once because another region has more than one champion. But one of them has to be Top Champion while the other is only champion rank. Blue takes the rank just so he can leave and get away from Oak, leaving Red no choice but to accept Top Champion.

Once Red is crowned Top Champion, he rushes to find Blue talking with his grandma outside who is telling him how proud she is of him.

From here things continue as normal with Blue taking over the Viridian Gym, but he stays there a lot of the time to avoid going back to Pallet. Red goes up to Mt. Silver and promises Blue he’ll come back after some training.

After three years Red comes back for a few months before leaving for Unova. The two chat over the phone during this time. With Red no longer around again Blue regresses to not talking much to others in person outside of his sister and grandma since he couldn’t find a connection with the trainers in his gym.

3 more years pass before Red returns again when they are both 18 and this time stays in Kanto and promises that if he ever leaves again, he’s taking Blue with him.

The first week of Red being back he notices Blue being mute around him and worries it’s because he was gone for so long but Blue signs that isn’t the case. Red knows he’s telling the truth because Blue is a terrible liar. Red then jokes Blue likes him and catches Blue in a lie when he tries to sign that he doesn’t. For the next few weeks Red tries to coax the truth out of Blue verbally by flirting with him which flusters Blue. When he finally does admit it, he explains he was scared Red would reject him but realised that none of the flirting would have happened if he were to reject Blue.

So that’s my headcanon/AU for Reguri thanks again to deoxysacid and bunnygirl678 for the roleswap and mean Oak post that inspired this AU.

Part 2 Part 3

#reguri #au #headcanon #trainer red #trainer blue #trainer green #This was so much fun to write #My green tea went cold because I was hyperfixed on this #nameless shipping

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sleepyowlwrites · 7 months

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seven snippets, seven people III

this old chess marble chess set is from @kaiusvnoir

let's dig through really old Sleepy stuff for snippets today.

1 (at this point I do not remember what the Sicra was supposed to be for. like. what even is it. also how long is a tree-cycle)

“Wait,” Kalissa called to Mendai. She’d recovered her senses enough to feel the humming growing more persistent. She wasn’t about to let them go again. “Did you find it? Is it all right? Bring it to me.”

Mendai, who had just come out of Malcon’s tent, rushed over and held out a small pouch of blue velvet. Kalissa took it in her right hand with relief.

“Open my bag, would you Eris?” He did so, and Kalissa slipped the velvet package inside and instantly felt the soft humming of the great gem against her hip. At last, after two tree-cycles, the Sicra emerald was in the hands of its Keeper again!

2 (the biggest impact the Redwall series had on my writing was my desire to describe food in my worlds. why don't I do that anymore?)

Kalissa could smell the food already: mushroom and celery flans; blackberry pudding; yellow cheese with chestnuts; and four different breads from small garlic ones to great cheese-crusted ones. Her mouth was watering already, and the Janiren would probably not be here for a while yet. Kalissa tilted her head. That couldn’t be the Janiren’s music companions already-- could it? She listened hard while walking to the edge of the camp.

Looking through the trees, she could see the bright colors of her mother’s company. Mendai joined her, watching for a moment, then, “I’ll tell the rest to know that she’s here. You’ll be here to wait for her? You’re the leader; it’s your right.”

3 (what the fridge is a seelin)

Miranie shook her head and stood up abruptly. She bowed and left the fire. She strode to her tent hurriedly and swept inside. Her heart told her that she had known this for a long time, but her mind couldn’t accept it. Sitting on her pallet she tried to calm herself. When the rest of the janil had also returned to their tents, Miranie left hers, and walking noiselessly through the camp, came to the edge of the clearing. She knelt down and leaned against a tree.

“Miranie?” Startled, she turned. Teleaf was coming towards her. He sat by her, but they didn’t say anything for a while.

Then Teleaf gently grasped her shoulder, “Miranie, it’s all right. Myla said you probably won’t be a full seelin for at least another four tree-cycles. You can learn all about it by then. And I know that you will do well; you always have in any situation.”

4 (I especially do not remember the point of this arc)

The village of Small Valley had been there since before anyone could remember. It was just as its name imposed, a little town located in a small valley at the edge of the Ice Crest range. Ordinary would be the word to describe these people at first glance. Run down houses and shacks was the accommodation here, along with rough, muddy paths that passed as streets for the farmers’ wagons loaded with the few vegetables that would grow in the thin soil. Hardly any visitors ventured out to this tiny speck of life holding its own by the grey shadow of the mountains. One would think that this dusty, dirty, shallow place was of no importance. However, this particular tiny speck of life was more than just its look. Unknown to most of the villagers, their town was being watched by something, something big and ancient, a creature from past years. One boy had a secret.

5 (okay I do remember this little poem)

All the while that Teleaf followed Miranie he kept a close watch on where they were going, noting broken branches and stones, to help them get back from wherever they were going. They went on for ten minutes until they reached a clearing. Miranie gasped at the many spirits she saw around the perimeter. The birch she had followed beckoned her closer and other birches joined her in singing a slow, hypnotizing, happy song as they danced round and round. Miranie felt amazed when she found she could understand the words. Soft the wind that blows at night Soft the warm twinkling starlight Soft the silvering moon bright As darkness forms its web Walk the mossy ground gone cold Drink the twilight ripe and old Feel the shadows growing bold As darkness forms its web

6 (I don't think I realized how much of a self-insert Kalissa was back then. that came later)

Kalissa tossed restlessly in her bed at the Silver House. First she tried one side, then the other. She couldn’t sleep on her back or on her stomach either. The Sicra was in its blue velvet bag on her bedside table, humming very loudly. It had always seemed strange to her, the way only she could hear its humming and see its vibrating. It was rumbling now, banging on the polished surface upon which it was resting. Finally Kalissa rolled over and snapped at the violet-scented candle on the table and a flame appeared and glowed, shining on the surface of the bag containing the Sicra. She grasped the bag and pulled it off the table and onto her bed. Once she touched it, the emerald immediately stopped moving. It was warm in her hand as she drew it out of its sack. Placing on her heart she felt its soothing song fill her spirit.

7 (14 year-old Sleepy: there aren't enough fantasy names in this scene, better add another one)

When they entered Wymien’s great library, Kalissa took in the smell of leather, and parchment. Spying Minrissie in one of the aisles, she hurried to catch up with her.

“Min, wait a moment!”

Minrissie paused and set her armful of books down on a nearby table. “Is something the matter?” She read the stress and puzzlement on Kalissa’s face. “What do you need to learn about?”

Coming up behind her, Erisin said, “Books on Gifts, and some on rare ones. We need to find out what a Serith is, for starters. Then,”

Minrissie cut him off. “Serith? Hmm, let me think. I’ll get Lienbouri to help you with that one. Just a minute.”

hope you enjoyed those. alright, seven people. @dontjudgemeimawriter @justwriteyoudummy @halfbit @jasperygrace @incandescent-creativity @vermontwrites @writing-with-melon or anybody, of course

#tag game #w: sleepy stash

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zedpercyfan · 7 months

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Left Behind - Chapter 1

The Status Quo

ASH KETCHUM had always been too busy traveling on the road to pay much attention to those in his circle of friends and acquaintances. He always remembers a face when he’d see them again but in transit it was always what was in front of him or a second step ahead that mattered – long term plans were kept vague and that’s how he liked it. “Day by day” in his words.

As he aged, however, that philosophy began to get challenged. It was after Alola when he took notice. Ash hadn’t paid attention to the social media accounts that Bonnie had made him set up, so one day when he went to Kalos for Professor Cerise, he had a huge shock when he noticed a ring on Clemont’s finger.

“Hey, Clemont, what’s that about?” he asked eventually has they conversed over tea and cake.

“Oh, didn’t you see, Ash?” replied Clemont. “I proposed and got married to Serena two years ago. The wedding was eight months ago. She and I posted about it on InstaShoot.”

The black-haired boy blinked in shock. Had he really not noticed, he thought. Strange…

“Er – yeah, I-I must’ve forgotten about it! Haha!”

Clemont cocked his head to one side. “Yeah. I-it’s okay.” Something in his voice told Ash it wasn’t though…

Stranger things happened still. Soon he found out Bonnie and Max had crossed paths somehow and were now dating; Kiawe got engaged to Mallow (he’d been apparently developing feelings for her the whole time when they were in school together. Ash seriously questioned how he hadn’t noticed before. Wouldn’t that have been obvious?); Brock got engaged to Lucy; May and Drew got married and already have a kid on the way.

The then 24-year-old was incredibly confused and wondered: had he never really noticed any of these relationship signs? It seemed odd to Ash…and the worst part was learning all of this either on his new social media accounts or by directly encountering those friends and apparently being the only one not to know.

Worse was to come. He returned home to Pallet Town a few days after learning about Kiawe and Mallow’s engagement to each other. He wasn’t physically or psychologically tired from the journey as Goh and Professor Cerise suspected but he took the vacation regardless because he needed a break from all the shocking news he was enduring.

“Ah, Pallet Town,” sighed Ash when he saw it once he ascended to the top of the hill. “Doesn’t look like much has changed.” Ash huffed with content; it was a line he uttered every time he saw the place. Then has grew closer and closer he heard an orchestra of familiar sounds, sounds that didn’t belong to Pallet Town. “Er…”

Past the thick tree lines that filled his right vision stood familiar yet alien buildings. There stood several new suburb blocks with several more under construction nearby. “Um, no one mentioned those last time we talked…” Ash groaned.

As he entered town, the changes hit him in his heart more. Now there were shopping strips, more than ever before, the once quaint and quiet town now a hustling bustling place. A whole crowd of elementary students rushed by him from a café he usually only saw in the big cities – the sight of it in his hometown hurt his head. He sought out his family home, yet once again, it hit him like a bullet train to the solar-plexus, and that hurt. “Oh, what in the hell is this?” asked Ash Ketchum.

Now his house was replaced with a bigger one, the material the same, now with more storage rooms and a bigger kitchen, dining, and living room. Ash slept that night, not feeling at home at all.

The next day he found his Mom already out of the house. Not thinking this strange, Ash went about his breakfast before he headed for Professor Oak’s Laboratory. His time in the company of his Pokémon at the corral went by peacefully. Professor Oak and Tracey were as cordial as ever with him and nothing seemed amiss to Ash in comparison to the shock he had had for a homecoming yesterday.

Delia Ketchum was noticeably tired when Ash returned home late in the afternoon, but she hadn’t given him any reason to be concerned.

The next morning saw her absent from the house yet again. Ash was unconcerned and once more set off to the Oak Corral. It was at the lab where Ash wondered if something was up, because he found the Professor and Tracey both absent.

“Huh… Strange.”

He headed for a convenience store and was in the middle of walking back to his family house when he saw Gary leaving the local church. Ash froze up where he stood adjacent to the doors. “U-uh…” Ash was without words. Gary was in a tuxedo, a girl with long brown hair he didn’t recognize in a wedding dress, her left arm hooked with his, Professor Oak walking nearby and his Mom in a fancy dress right behind.

“Oh, hey, Ashy-boy,” said Gary as soon as he noticed him.

Ash recovered and tried not to show how stunned he was. “Hey, Gar-bear. You’re…you’re married – er – that’s amazing!”

“Yeah, it is.” Gary paused and looked at Ash. Ash’s lips trembled slightly.

“So, um, no one said anything…”

“Sorry about that,” said Gary awkwardly. “It was RSVP, and when I talked to your Mom, we weren’t sure how available you’d be to come.”

Ash’s heart sank.

“I’m sorry, dear,” his Mother added solemnly. “You just seemed like you really needed a rest so I didn’t want you to worry about attending.”

“I totally get how busy it can be as a Research Buddy so I just assumed things were busy with ya. It was a surprise to hear you came home, but like I said…”

“That and the church does get upset with last-minute arrivals,” said ‘Leaf’.

“Well, it’s not like we were that crowded,” said Gary suddenly. “A few people couldn’t make it anyway. Your Mom probably prepared too much food for the reception anyway, so come with us.”

“Well, um…”

“Good idea! Ash, you do have some fancy clothes for parties, right?”

“Well, yeah, I-”

“Good! Put them on and head for 720 Purwey Street. No, on second thought I’ll come with you to make sure they’re on right,” said Delia as she ran up as fast as she could – or as fast as a woman could in heels – to him.

“Y-yeah…thanks.” Ash sighed inwardly. Now all he’d done was waste his money buying some hundreds yen worth of food in the plastic bag he was carrying.

***

“Oh, hurry, hurry,” fussed Delia as she knotted his tie on his dress shirt.

Ash grimaced and kept his thought about how they wouldn’t be in a hurry if he had just known about the event that morning to himself.

The reception went by with Ash not knowing how to feel. He felt happy for Gary but he also felt an icy loneliness. He didn’t know this ‘Leaf’ girl, never knew she existed, and couldn’t shake the feeling he was a spare brought to eat the food that some five absentees left behind.

“Why wasn’t I told?” he muttered to himself as he swallowed his second glass of white wine. No one heard him, though, and he preferred it to stay that way. His Mother happily conversed with some of the local ladies in attendance while Ash was left alone – he figured his own feelings didn’t need to be known, the loud music and clicking of shoes on the dance floor drowned him from sight…

He felt hurt and unsure of himself. It seemed like pointless bureaucracy to think about the logistics of letting him know of the festivities. He had been around Professor Oak’s practically all day yesterday, why not inform him of Gary’s special day.

***

Delia now placed more focus than ever before into the family business left to her by his Grandmother. It turned out that the expansion to their house was necessary to allow his Mom to host cooking lessons that she started offering. Ash kindly offered to move out to leave space, his Mother gave her blessing. In truth, Ash only agreed to it because it hurt too much to feel so out of touch with everything around him.

He was glad when he was able to go back to work soon after. The problem, however, was that he soon became too engrossed to work. Months passed by, and he was forced to take an even longer break.by Professor Cerise and Goh again.

Ash tried to spend his free time not obsessing with what else was happening, but he couldn’t escape it. Tracey and Daisy had twins before his break; May had given birth while he had been researching in Hoenn and he had not been invited to say ‘hello’; and Lana had recently become a CEO of a now global-expanding Riding Pokémon Training and Education Company.

“Ugh…and Lana really asked Brock and Professor Cerise to help with setting that up before asking me?” Ash hated trying to make it about him, but something stung about not being trusted enough to help with those ventures.

“Everybody…has so much going on, buddy,” Ash said to Pikachu early one morning on the second-floor balcony. There hadn’t really been a point to sleeping in as he’d have liked, everyone he knew was either out of town or preoccupied with other things, so he couldn’t have a nightlife (not in a small town like Pallet) and doing it of his own accord wasn’t really his style anyway. “They’re all doing things I wouldn’t have expected, or are deep in their relationships…”

Even Paul had gotten a girlfriend recently and that weirded Ash out just because his image of him was a surly one. Maybe he’d been wrong about Paul the whole time…

Still, things could be more shocking, Dawn was currently juggling two relationships at once after deciding she indeed has bisexual leanings. Then again, he isn’t an expert in romance so maybe it made sense Dawn never confided this to him. Then there was Ritchie, who changed careers entirely and now is a building engineer; both Violet and Shauna separately went from fashion models and influencers into real estate and restoring national heritage sites; but perhaps worse of all was how he could see and read about pretty much everyone he knew but Misty.

He'd never been able to get an answer, not even a word. Her sisters always picked up her phone, apparently busy with meetings with the League – none of his and her mutual friends really knew either and social media was of no help. Ash sighed and drank his milked-down coffee, he had a feeling he knew what was going on, or at least an inkling. His heart ached as all of that weighed down on his mind.

“Y’know what, though?” he said to Pikachu, continuing his out loud wonderings. “There’s no point in dwelling on ‘ifs.’ We’re here, and we’re now. Not like there’s anything else to do, Mom’s running the restaurant. Let’s just go for a ride.”

“Pika-chu!” said Pikachu in agreement.

Ash hurriedly got his bike out the door and after collecting a random assortment of his Pokémon friends to bring along, began his journey.

“Anywhere you really want to be, Pikachu?”

“Chu. Pika!”

“You don’t have an idea either? Seems we’re in agreement – anywhere we please!”

Ash biked along aimlessly. He breezed through Viridian Forest and past the city and out into the unknown, biking without awareness. He peddled through fields of flowers, past lonely farms and rice paddies, rumbled past bridges that were above rivers or dips in the grasslands, plunged into naturally formed rocky caves turned tunnels and ones purposefully built, he’d tread and weave through towns and cities, climbed up winding roads, and crested a hill and took in the sea breeze as he passed by the ocean from atop a cliff.

He took it all in, not really caring for where he was or how much time had gone. His only stop was a ramen cart at the border of some town somewhere along the way.

He didn’t keep up where he was going because he didn’t want to think. Thinking, he realized, only brought him pain and regret. Traveling was in his heart; he loved adventure and that was where he felt truly at ease.

Yet he couldn’t escape his anxieties. Alone in the open country with only the sound of bike gears winding alongside only the occasional Pokémon cry left his brain to go back to speculation.

Had Misty found a boyfriend or girlfriend by now? Was she pregnant? Running a business or had she taken over from somebody – followed in Violet’s footsteps? Perhaps all his calls in the past few months fell on deaf ears because she was preparing for her wedding? Ash shook his head, trying to will the bad thoughts away but he just couldn’t. Out of everyone whose lives were changing without him knowing, it was Misty’s that strangely irritated him the most. The idea of yet having to have another major epiphany of events beyond his control was too much to bear. He never noticed that he was suddenly going uphill.

Atop the slope lay a four-way crossroad. Ash in his state climbed it without a problem and when the gradient flattened, he had no way of slowing down as a stopped bike with someone on top came into view!

“Whoa! Look ou—”

With a resounding crunch, metal met metal and Ash was hurled into the dirt path.

“Ow…! Damn it. Hey, are you all right…Misty?”

Perhaps it was his last thoughts making him think it was Misty. There was no way such a coincidence as the very person he was thinking of would be there when he needed them was. No way her hair was still as short as the last time he saw her.

“Ash, is that you?”

It was her.

#pokeshipping #pokeani #zedpercyfan #fanfiction #pokemon #ash ketchum #misty

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sanchoi21 · 11 months

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Forever Longings

Ash Ketchum x Y/N both are above 18yrs

WARNING: Mentions of alcohol and sex. Mostly fluff.

This is my first post so please bare with it.

Ash and y/n were good friends from Pallet town but soon lost touch as their careers took them on different paths. After many years they met in Kalos at a nightclub. Where Ash and his friends (Clemont, Bonnie and Serena) were at a table.

Y/N Pov

"Is that Ash? He looks so handsome." While I was blankly staring at him our eyes met.

Ash Pov

That's Y/N! It's been so long since I last saw her. Now she has grown into such a beautiful women. I missed her so much.

Third Person Pov

Ash got up from his place after seeing y/n and went passing through the crowd making his way towards her.

Ash: How have you been y/n? I have missed you so much!

Y/N: I missed you too Ash! What are you doing here in Kalos?

Ash: I came here for Kalos league, and you?

Y/N: I came for Kalos Queen.

After the short conversation ended, an awkward silence soon followed. As they both were filled with numerous emotions at that moment after meeting each other in so long. With the romantic music playing behind giving enough nostalgia to both. As the alcohol was kicking in both of their systems they both just stared at each other blankly and fondly. The feelings which they both had suppressed all these years came to the surface, resulting in Ash blankly staring at Y/n's lips and she returned the same gesture. Soon they both leaned in kissing each other passionately. It was their both's first kiss. It was hot and passionate. They soon pulled apart to catch their breaths and a deep blush covered their cheeks. Ash's friends just stood there stunned with the scenario unfolding in front of them. None of them knew about Ash having a past with anyone. He never talked about it to his friends as he found it unnecessary to let others know about his past with Y/n who he missed so much with every passing day. Serena who liked Ash was now jealous and hissing. She soon interrupted their moment.

Serena: Hello! Who are you?

Both of them snapped out of it and Y/n answered.

Y/n: Hello! I am Y/n. Ash's childhood friend.

Ash introduced all his friends and said,

Ash: Excuse us guys! We have a lot to catch up, can you all please excuse us.

Y/n Pov

Wow Ash has gotten so bold, first he kissed me and now this. I am blushing really hard now and my stomach is feeling funny.

Saying this Ash took my hand and took me to one of the private club rooms. He silenced me when I asked what's going on?

Ash: Let's not talk or think about anyone and just feel each other, ok? I have missed you so much.

I just nodded and said," I have missed you a lot too Ash, so let's make up for all the time we weren't together." I don't know from where I got such courage but I simply pulled him into a kiss and he kissed back pulling me closer.

Ash: I want to keep you very close to me so you can never leave me.

I blushed hard at this and followed his lead as we both immensed ourselves in the desire which we had suppressed for so long.

That was my first and best night of my life. As we both soon drifted to sleep in each others arms.

Next Morning

Ash Pov

Wow that was my first and best night of my life and as always Y/n is very beautiful. I hope her body is ok after our passionate last night. I never said it but I have loved her for so long. I am glad we met again. As I was unable to find her since we lost touch.

Y/N Pov

I woke up with my legs hurting from last night but still I was happy to be with Ash. I opened my eyes and saw my handsome Ash starring at me. After he saw me waking up he cuddled me.

Ash: I love you Y/n. I always have. Now I'll never let you go.

Saying this he smiled fondly at me.

Y/n: I love you too Ash since the first time I met you.

Hearing my confession he blushed deeply and we both laughed. As the rising sun hit our faces. We promised each other to spend the rest of our life together as the morning sun rays showed us a new hope of our future life together.

THE END

#ash ketchum x reader #ash pokemon #ash ketchum #Pokemon #Ash ketchum pokemon

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Pallete, As I'm completely excited for the new muppet series, i have a question, how old do you think the members of this band was when they found each other.

My personal theory is that Teeth left home at 14 to 15 years of age, looking to be independent. (Based on what he said in 2015 muppets) Got his gold tooth, bought a van and picked up his friends on the way to start his life on the road, playing piano for others and for money. The first being Janice.

I've actually spoken with Snuff about this on Discord a couple of times, and it was only after we got excited over the idea of a potential origin episode about the band did I start diving into the idea of the "How DID they all meet?"

I know in the 2015 show they said Janice dated Teeth for a short while and I thiiink theres a clip from the og show of them in the ballroom segment dancing together?? I'm still not 100% sure on if I love or just like Janice x Teeth, mostly cuz Janice x Floyd will forever be in my heart

My hc so far for how they met is this, this is a very quick description as my idea may change after the show:

Teeth left home at 16 (I know in the 2015 show he said 14 but I doubt he would have left home THAT when he was a teen) and left for the big city after someone responded to his calling for musicians for a band. Alas things didn't work out so Teeth is left working shifts playing the piano at a local pub and living off tips and what money he brought with him. Just as he's about to throw in the towel he runs into Floyd (same age as Teeth) and Animal (a few years younger). They quickly strike it up as friends for a few days, Floyd letting Teeth crash at their place while he's low on cash. Eventually the trio hit the road after Teeth discovered Floyd's and Animal's knack for the bass and guitar

~Side note~ As for how Teeth got his gold tooth I imagine it happened later in his life when he lost all his baby teeth. I like to believe Teeth constantly changes the story whenever someone asks how he got his golden tooth, when in reality it was probably something really stupid, like he fell down the stairs and slammed face first into the floor and knocked his tooth out

They spend a few months travelling, grooving out when they can at pubs and on street corners. They only ever stay in one place for a few weeks to scrape up cash before moving to the next city, trying to find more band members along the way. One day the trio get thrown off a train they'd snuck onto and land in somewhere just outside of San Francisco. After days of walking the group take a pit stop to rest up where they bump into Janice peacefully meditating - it took a bit for her to actually notice them but she very kindly tells them she knows a place for he weary trio to recharge on their travels. The gang take temporary roost on Haight street (hippy street), a happy, thriving, laxed group of hippies (and a few stoners-) from all walks of life. The band are happily welcomed into the community and the locals are very enthusiastic about their music, more enthusiastic then any city folk have been! Over their stay Floyd probably develops a little crush on Janice, who though at first denies their request to join them on the road she changes her mind last minute and catches the next bus/train with them out of town

I'm not too sure about Zoot - I had the idea of him maybe being apart of Janice's little hippy community and, at the time, him and Janice are roommates and not yet together together (I do love the ship Zoot x Janice, I think it's cute and I like the idea of them being a thing in the past!), if anyones got suggestions feel free to share em!

Lips was the last to join (referenced in my story Well I Think You're Pretty Cool on A03). Lips grew up fairly poor and a lot of his clothes where hand me downs, going off from Snuf's (discord buds) HC's Lips grew up near the coastline where not a lot happened, but he grew a love for music thanks to the countless parties that would happen at the beach. He left home bright and with a skip in his step, not too sure how he bumps into the band, perhaps he overhears them playing in a pub on his travels and after the performance shyly offers his compliments . From there Teeth notices the little instrument case Lips is carrying around and Lips plays them a little solo on his trumpet, where the band applaud him, then ask him if he wants to join their crew

#Muppets #The Electric Mayhem #Dr Teeth #Floyd Pepper #Animal #Zoot #Lips #Janice

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shima-draws · 1 year

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Shima I will literally cry if the next episode is actually Ash's last. I will sob. I will die. Shima that episode is going to make EVERYONE cry bc it'll be emotional oh no. I'm so proud of him tho like omg it took 25 years but Ash Ketchum is finally a Pokemon master and I'm so proud of him

Also genuinely curious what the hell will happen for the scarlet/violet anime then, if Ash isn't there

I don’t think it’s the NEXT one bc that’s the Project Mew episode focusing on Goh but I believe the one after that might be the Journeys series finale;;

Idk I mean. I wasn’t ready to let Ash go when SM ended because I felt like there was still more for him to do. But Journeys kinda tackled everything? This entire time it’s really felt like the final chapter in Ash’s adventure, where he gets to go around to every region he’s traveled through and revisit all of the people he’s met there and really show how much he’s grown since he left Pallet Town all that time ago. Journeys is really just a love letter to all of Ash’s adventures over the past 25 years, and with his recent win at the World Championships I really think this might be it. But it’ll be ending on a really good note, you know?

The only thing I really really hope they don’t do is a cheesy time skip where they show him grown up and married with kids or whatever. I’d really rather have that sort of ending left ambiguous?? Ash has always been a kid and I’d like it to stay that way. Have him celebrate his win as he is now and don’t skip ahead 10 years or whatever to see what he’s up to. Just leave it open ended with the idea that yeah he’s gonna go on more adventures and meet more people but we’re done telling his story for now. I’d love to see one last hurrah with all of his friends and rivals and just have the series end there. That’d be SUCH a good ending 🤧

But I dunno! They might keep going from here. I’m not sure how much higher Ash can aim than World Champion lol which is why I don’t really see them bringing him back for another season but I could be wrong. I know a lot of people have really been gunning for a new protagonist so that’s the direction I could see them going in for a Gen 9 anime. AND as a special bonus they could probably bring Ash back for an episode or two as a guest appearance and he could help out the main character with something :’)

We’ll have to see what happens next week when that episode premiers!! But either way I will probably cry when it’s over bc I always get emotional when a Pokemon series ends

#Shima answers questions #If they decide that this is Ash’s last hurrah I will be VERY sad but I’ll definitely understand why #I wasn’t ready to let him go after SM but I think I’d be okay with it now #BREAKS MY HEART BUT OOGH. We GOTTA let this kid get some rest #Let him go on vacation with his boyfriend (Gladion) and take some time off from training #Pokemon #Pokeani #Ash Ketchum #Satoshi #Pokemon Journeys #delomaniaofficial

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wishmaker1028 · 6 months

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Farewell to You, ch 3

They turned, seeing that Ritchie, Duplica, and Todd also arrived. Ritchie and Duplica were holding hands.

Brock smiled, "Hey Ritchie, long time no see! I didn't know you were dating Duplica."

Ritchie blushed, "Well, we've been keeping it quiet for now. This is our first event together."

Duplica winked, "You got that right!"

Sparky did a peace sign, "Pika pika!"

Mini Dit had transformed into a version of Pikachu, intimidating Sparky. "Pika, pika!"

Todd took their picture, "They are just so photogenic."

Dawn walked over to him, "You look familiar... Are you Todd Snap?"

Todd replied, "That's me!"

Dawn squealed, "Eep, you're the photographer that Hermoine asked to come?"

Todd confirmed, "Yes, correct."

May was a bit confused, "Wait you meet thee Hermoine from the Hearthome Collection?"

Dawn turned to her friend, "Yeah I met her, Paris, and Paris' Lopunny when the Collection started. They wanted nothing but the best photographer for the Poke Chic magazine!"

Todd modestly stated, "Well I don't know if I am the best but I do a pretty decent job."

May responded, "Didn't Ash once tell me that you took a picture of an Articuno?"

Dawn gasped, "Whoa, for real?"

Todd nodded, "Yeah, I even brought the print. Hang on." Todd searched his pockets for a minute before he finally took out a small, faded print. He told Dawn, "I had planned to use this picture to help win over the job but it doesn't feel like the edge they are going for."

Dawn breathed, "It is beautiful..." She gave the print back to Todd and offered, "Maybe seeing a contest might give you an edge?"

Todd thought for a moment, "It's not a bad idea but right now, I'm not sure if it'll help."

Zoey teased, "I think Dawn just wants to do a contest right now."

To that, Dawn blushed out of embarrassment. Todd just chuckled, slightly blushing at Zoey. Dawn perked up. She thought, 'Does Todd like Zoey?' That's when the population of Pallet Town arrived too. Everyone greeted each other. They started to laugh and talk. Even though the guests of honor hadn't arrived yet, everyone seemed to be having a good time. Scott had finally arrived. With him were: Palmer, Johanna, Norman, Caroline, Brandon, Luka, Lance, Prima, Steven, Reggie, Maylene, Cynthia, and Wallace.

Max teased, "I think you brought the crowd there, Scott."

Scott laughed, "Yeah, you aren't kidding."

Paul turned to his brother, "Glad you came."

Reggie smiled, "Hey thanks, me too."

Ranee told Maylene, "I am so happy for you two."

Maylene blushed, "Thanks Ranee."

Cynthia stated, "It seems almost everyone is here and everything is done."

Steven replied, "Yeah, you're right about that. I was hoping we got here earlier though. I would've liked to set up."

Delia offered, "You can always help with the cleaning."

Steven responded, "I would love to help you with the cleaning, ma'am."

Cynthia told him, "See? It all worked out."

Steven said, "I know, you are right."

Cynthia teased, "Aren't I always?"

To that, everyone laughed. Steven took Cynthia's hand, lacing their fingers. Cynthia squeezed his hand gently. Norman and Caroline smiled at them.

Johanna stated, "I am so glad that Cynthia is happy."

Dawn teased, "You're not happy for me, mom?"

Johanna giggled, "I'm always proud of you, sweetie. And yes, I know you're teasing me."

Dawn smiled, "Of course."

Dawn and Johanna had a hug, both of them smiling. They parted from the hug.

Palmer commented, "I am glad that I could make it."

Barry said, "I was worried that you wouldn't, Dad."

Palmer stated, "Same, Barry. But Scott has an important announcement later today."

Bianca pointed out, "You know, I noticed something. Where are the other Battle Frontier Brains?"

Before Palmer could answer, Scott did. "They didn't come. It's because I'm thinking of closing up the Battle Frontier operations in both Hoenn and Sinnoh. It's no secret that I'm getting older and I don't have anyone to take over for me."

"What?!"

Paul asked, "Does that mean I won't be able to challenge Brandon ever again?"

Scott answered, "Well, I won't close it down just yet. It will happen more at the end of the year."

Paul just kept quiet. While he did want the Battle Frontiers to close down, he saw Scott's point.

Ranee asked, "So does that mean the other Battle Frontier brains aren't coming?"

Scott admitted, "No, they are starting to close up shop."

Ranee stated, "Understandable."

"Hey everyone!"

That's when Ash, Pikachu, and Misty arrived. Her Azurill had evolved into Marill.

"Ash!"

Everyone went over to them, congratulating the new world champion.

Ash smiled at everyone, "Hey thanks everyone! But all the credit goes to my team. Especially Pikachu."

To that, Pikachu blushed but proudly.

Dawn told the Electric type, "Oh, someone's been waiting to see you!"

Pikachu perked up before he blushed out of love. Dawn threw a pokeball and out came her Buneary. Buneary looked around.

"Bun?" She asked. That's when she saw Pikachu. She covered her eyes with her fur, shyly. She said, "Buneary!"

Pikachu ran over to Buneary happily. "Pika pika!"

As the two got acquainted again, Misty watched Ash. She couldn't help but wonder...

"Hey sis!" Violet said. "'Bout time you and your boyfriend got here!"

Misty turned red as did Ash, "We're not dating!"

To that, Violet just giggled. It was just too easy.

...

As the party started in Pallet Town, in a far off corner of the Orange Islands, Lawrence III was looking out of his jail cell window. It had been a long time, at least it seemed that way to him, that he'd be in here. He often wondered if she ever found his records. He had hoped not.

...

Sadly, she did. Her name was Yoni, Lawrence's cousin. She had short light green hair, blue eyes, wearing an orange long sleeved blouse, a short orange skirt, and short orange boots. She was wearing an orange medaillon and long orange earrings. She had found Lawrence's notes and had created her own airship. It looked a lot like her cousins but it was smaller in appearance. She didn't want to attract any attention.

She said to the computer, "Soon, we collect the three pawns, the rook, and the queen. And that should flush out the king."

The computer said, "Analysis shows that there is a high voltage coming from Lumiose City in Kalos."

Yoni told it, "Then let's fly that way."

The computer did as it was told and headed in the direction of Kalos.

...

Wishmaker1028: Another chapter bites the dust! Or the Dustox! Hahaha, that was bad. Anyways, please read and review! And always think outside of the box!

#fanfiction #pokemonanime #ashketchum #misty waterflower #pikachu #dawn #piplup #brockslate #pokeshipping #pokeshippingweek #pokeshippingweek2023 #chapter 3 out of 10 #farewelltoyou #pokeshipping week 2023

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kohakhearts · 3 months

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Random headcanon questions that may be silly or vague, but they're fun and you're welcome to answer or not:

Who are Goh, Gary, and Ash's favorite Sanrio characters

Has Ash been banned from any public places prior to the series, and if yes where

What is Ash's favorite Tales of series video game

Do you think Ash would be a Yuu fan or is Yuu too morally gray for Ash's tastes. Do you think Ash ships him and Mika

Does Goh like jelly filled donuts-

crossover event of the CENTURY i love all these questions

i think ash has main character syndrome tbh. he's a hello kitty guy (potentially just because he doesn't even know there are other sanrio characters, tbh. if he knew more, he might choose purin). gary likes cinnamoroll best but he will never admit this (if asked, he'd probably say his favourite is chococat, after vehemently denying that he likes any of them lmao). goh likes kuromi. it's the closest to truly edgy that he gets

ok i think no simply because he hasn't been to that many places outside of pallet town, but i'm thinking of how in like. elementary school we ocassionally took trips into the city to go to, like, the wave pool. and if ash's class ever did that, then they likely never were allowed to go back because of something he did like Extreme Watersliding or something. not sure what that entails but the lifeguards must've hated him

tales of hearts for sure. like yeah i'm biased but he's such an earnest, heartfelt guy. that story would Get Him. i also think he'd enjoy the battle system. he might also like symphonia and/or berseria strictly for the combo attacks tbh (but both those games' plots would make him mad. overly self-sacrificing deuteragonist hits a little too close to home for him sjdfghjfdk)

THIS IS GENUINELY THE MOST DIFFICULT QUESTION ON THIS LIST BUT ultimately i'm gonna have to say i think he'd like yuu because he'd see that, like, unceasing determination to Get Stronger as fairly admirable. he would excuse some of the not so great things yuu does in the name of getting stronger because i think he'd sympathize with yuu's position at least a bit and believe in his capacity to Grow and become a Better Person. now whether or not he ships mikayuu is a whole other Thing................he's probably one of the people that looks at them like "wow what a great friendship :)" but i can excuse him for this on account of the fact that he himself has 734567483 "great friendships" so he definitely thinks the forehead touch and bold declarations of love are just typical bro things (suddenly struck by the very surface level similarities between mikayuu and satogou actually whats up with that dhjfghfjdksfhjdksl)

[4kids dub vs tpci dub BATTLE moment] imagine your bestie introduces you to one of his first and oldest friends from his early days as a trainer, insisting you will love his jelly-filled doughnuts since you are, after all, a huge fan of them by your own admission. now imagine your surprise when this man actually hands you a rice ball

these were so fun to think about lmao, bless you <3

#answered #tricksterlatte #re: satogou mikayuu parallels it's mostly just in the YOURE JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE / you can't trust these HUMANS yuu #and then on the other side of like. ash and yuu both being very ILL GET SOOOO STRONG ILL PROTECT EVERYONE >:(#[this user has not read ons in oh god. 6 or 7 years probably. so dshjfghjdhjfd]

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Hihihihi, If you’re okay with me requesting something, can you maybe write Steven and/or Mike (separate if you write them both plz :DD) with a Reader that somehow managed to become a Champion with only like.. A Blastoise and a Charizard on their team where they got from god knows where? If it’s possible, can it be written after Miki’s death yet before Mike’s death? For some reason I find it funny to imagine a random trainer with only two starters on their team absolutely wrecking everybodys shit,,

can do! i was originally gunna assume u meant write as in like write an actual short story but then i realized u said to make them separate so. HOPEFULLY you did mean a sort of bulleted headcanon shortform post more than an Actual Piece of writing. which honestly if so good im not that good at writing short stories quickly or efficiently. hopefully these r good bc i didnt know much of what to write.

these are platonic which i hope is okay. anyways, this feels lackluster but i hope it suffices </3

anyways, steven and mike with a champion who only has blastoise/charizard!

READER

( this is just stuff and headcanons for the reader that add additional context or backstory bc i wanted to also think abt them as a character a bit, but whether you accept these or not is up 2 u lol )

• you probably got both a charmander and a squirtle from professor oak because somehow he gained more starter pokemon this year than he needed, and they were too rowdy to handle. therefore, you got two, since somebody already took the bulbasaur of the new batch of starter mons. who? idfk. maybe your rival if you have one.

• your two starters are at odds at eachother a lot, but in the end they do get along, they just tend to bicker. sort of like siblings ( lol ). playfully competitive with eachother.

• both of your starters are fucking powerhouses and nobody knows why - they probably evolved early and are naturally stronger than other starters - either that or you're just a particularly skilled trainer. this isn't undocumented, after all there did used to be a charizard who was a powerhouse. But you know. Used To.

• if you're the champion of kanto, which i'd assume that's the case, you either fought mike, lance ( bc tbh mike after the incident would've probably also willingly refused to become champion again after steven retired from the role after the incident ), or someone entirely unrelated ( like your rival if you have one ). your choice tbh.

• this is something i just considered After finishing this but if you also grew up in pallet town you probably actually knew steven and mike and were even friends with them which isnt written in any of these but thats a spin on it you can think abt if you want to. imagine if you were and you named your respective starters after both of them that'd be so awkward

STEVEN

🔥 dude this mans depressed as hell rn and i think when he hears or sees you with the starter he chose and with the starter his brother who he couldn't stand to think about right now chose... he just goes "The audacity of this bitch." in his head.

🔥 ok not really he's not that rude but it does remind him of himself and mike... both in positive and negative ways. you remind him of himself before the incident, which makes him sort of long for that kind of thing back. but hey, if you become the champion, it means the league would probably get off his back and hopefully forget about him. which is good. ( if you're even the champion of kanto. )

🔥 he didn't really know anyone else who had a charizard other than him, so seeing your own charizard made him remember miki. which of course, made him even more sad at the thought. he's really just processing several things and your presence complicates it for him a little... has complex feelings about you despite not really talking to you. if you did happen to be the champion of kanto, you'd've fought mike or someone entirely different, not steven, since he released all of his pokemon - and even if he didn't, he would never want to stay the champion without miki... so he didn't really know you, probably - but you may've seen him during one of his regular Depression Roams around the region, or even bumped into him, since he didn't really have any spacial awareness when he takes aimless walks around kanto like that. he'd just mumble an apology and move on, probably. if you were one of those trainers who often had your pokemon follow you, he'd probably just wordlessly stare at both of your starters, especially your charizard, and then excuse himself and walk off a little faster.

🔥 he finds you beating the elite four and the gym challenge with only two pokemon impressive but he also essentially did the same thing*. he still finds it impressive its just... you did things similarly to him. you reminded him of too many aspects of his life and it felt weird.

*its technically implied that steven had more than miki on his team in the pokepasta but i like to think it was mostly for hms, possibly pokedex stuff, and progression, so he basically solo'd kanto w miki

🔥 although if you become good friends with steven, somehow, he will become very friendly with you and your two pokemon. obviously, your charizard would never replace miki... but having one to pet and play with did help out with his depression a little bit. he thinks miki would've liked your pokemon if she were still here. the two's sort of playful rivalry between eachother also reminded him of himself and mike, and furthermore miki and... whatever the hell mike named his blastoise.

🔥 honestly you being there if you did befriend steven did... surprisingly help him a lot? it didn't make everything suddenly better, but having a real alive charizard, even if it did sort of remind him of miki, made him smile a little. he appreciates your presence and sometimes invites you to just take a stroll around with him. he didn't have any pokemon and all pokemon oddly avoided him, but with you around they seemed to no longer do that... maybe they realized he seemed to feel better? sometimes he just idly plays with the wild pokemon when he's around you and bored. he possibly even catches one as Emotional Support. i like to think it's an eevee bc its technically a starter and im biased.

🔥 if he were in a better mental state he'd probably brag about how miki could take both of your pokemon on despite having a pretty clear disadvantage. he'd probably be right tbh miki was built different, but it'd be a close battle were it to ever happen. he wishes he met you earlier.

🔥 assuming you did befriend him, fun fact you probably helped him enough for him to not eventually go find a missingno at the dead of night and also snap mikes neck. this is a win. he's still pretty closed off, depressed, and awkward, but he's at least trying to get better now.

🔥 if for some reason you wanted him to he'd essentially babysit your pokemon for you. i don't know why they'd have to be babysat, they're grown starter pokemon and they're possibly the only ones you even have ( which would be dangerous to go without ), but hey the offers open ( he just wants an excuse to play w them to get things off of his mind tbh. )

🔥 randomly gifts you lemonade and coffee, which he has a startling abundance of. it's an excuse for him to throw away all the gifts people give him because he does not want that shit ( ... mostly. he keeps a bit of the coffee ).

🔥 if you're around steven, you'll be around mike at least a couple of times. steven intentionally avoids mike nowadays, but you'll probably cross paths, especially if steven invites you to his house.. mike appreciates that you hang around his little brother a lot, and will sometimes talk to you, but will immediately try to leave the conversation when he hears or sees steven. so . Woops. steven probably also shittalks mike to you sometimes if you ever bring him up but he'll probably never explicitly mention The Incident, just imply it ( eg saying things like "...Don't keep your Charizard around him." or something ). he doesn't want to talk or think about mike, especially not around you.

🔥 he takes fucking terrible care of himself. he probably has spent a week / multiple days in the pokemon tower in front of miki's grave and he barely sleeps or eats. i think your blastoise and charizard would also notice this and like push him to a bed or try to nudge him berries or something. please make him eat he rlly needs it.

🔥 overall he thinks your interesting, but you remind him of a lot of his life before the incident... which makes him nostalgic and sometimes a little sad. but he grows used to it.

🔥 the steven section of this is literally just him going "Man. This reminds me of Miki and Mike and that makes me feel shitty." and im sorry abt that bc i didnt know what else to add (*&^% steven's not in his best state rn so its harder to write him having any sort of reaction that isnt like that </3. i tried to make it a little more lighthearted at the end but ya

MIKE

💧 mike on the other hand is slightly less depressed ( slightly ) but he still got pretty scarred from the incident. he still tries to be his same energetic self but that is clearly a lot more faltered than it used to be. he usually stays home a lot more often, while steven goes out a lot more often to roam the region and pay his respects.

💧 he thinks you having both a blastoise and a charizard is dope! Unfortunately, it also reminds him of miki because god knows seeing that charizard die right in front of him due to his persistence did negative things to his psyche. i think he's even more dodgy and awkward around your charizard than steven is since steven absolutely blames mike for that whole thing and he knows that and also sorta blames himself. he's afraid he'll hurt yours as well.

💧 HOWEVER. with the blastoise. he'll be like "SAME STARTER???" and hi-five you and he'll let you twos blastoises play w eachother. they get along suuuper well which hes happy about.

💧 he also thinks you being the champion is funny in a sort of morbid way since you straight up just have both him and steven's starters, so the pokemon league effectively had a replacement for both of them. obviously steven and mike had more pokemon than those two, but those were their aces. which, he guesses worked out. he didn't intend to become champion again because he really wasn't in the right mindset for it anymore, so that's fine w/ him.

💧 since he did not release all of his pokemon like a certain someone ( sorry steven bullying you is funny ) nor had one of them die he can fight against you and happily will. mostly to take his mind off of things

💧 he's also been taking horrible care of himself similar to steven, just in a bit of a different way - sleeping in too much and not eating that much. he feels guilty if you help him out with this but its appreciated if you do. just your presence helps, though.

💧 steven is sometimes hanging around, usually against his own will - he'll catch you two doing something together, and he'll also probably see your charizard sometimes. it sort of pisses him off that mike can just Go on with his life and be happy ( mike isnt entirely happy, he's just doing better ) after he "murdered" miki. aaaand that makes the whole atmosphere tense and reverts mike to being a little dodgy and nervous again. the only thing the younger brother has ever said to you is something along the lines of keeping your charizard away from mike. Sibling drama moment ig.

💧 due to this steven's kind of a dick to both of you if you chose to hang around mike. thankfully, steven's usually out nowadays to pay respects to miki's grave and roam the region aimlessly, and he isn't often even in his and mike's shared home anymore. if you try to hang out w them both equally it would make everything so awkward and tense between the two and they'd eventually fight over your friendship, probably - the person starting that being steven, since mike's content with him also being your friend even if it's awkward.

💧 loves to tell you the tales of his adventures. he loves recounting his happy memories and events of his adventures, the pokemon he caught, and battling steven - even if steven sort of hates him nowadays. he'll encourage you to swap stories and tales from both of you twos adventures since he's very interested in how you yourself handled the gym challenges.

💧 unfortunately choosing the Mike Path ( trademark ) will probably make steven eventually kill him still especially if in this hypothetical you don't really talk to or care abt steven much, so take that how you will. that's angst material that im not writing bc this post and all posts i make are already too long.

💧 there is also a chance that you hanging around mike ( especially if u also hang arnd steven ) might make steven just straight up not do that due to the fact you'll probably be around, or in the best option possible he sort of reconciles with mike a little and slowly gets less and less vengeful about it because of you being friends with the both of them. having a third party who didn't just pity the two and offer them apologies and items was helpful, after all. he'll still be very awkward and mostly negative with mike though, just not As much.

💧 overall mike is very happy to find someone to talk to since steven sort of... stopped being social with him or anyone. he finds your methods interesting

i feel like these were sorta lackluster bc its hard to tie in this prompt when both of the brothers are in Depressive Episodes but i hope my attempts were good ! ( also god i really have to condense my writing but i almost physically cant ) anyways ty for requesting - wispy

#wispy writes #pokepasta #do these even count as x readers. i dont know #i'll say it does just pretend the x isnt explicitly for shipping i guess..?? since these r platonic #mike strangled red #steven strangled red #strangled red x reader #steven x reader #mike x reader #platonic

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idiotwhotalkstoomuch · 2 years

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Ash Amalgamation au

So I wanna do a pokemon au and its an of au of an au lmao cause it’s based off of @anxiousworm ‘s hybrid ash au (Which has been rewritten into the Pokemon: Genesis au which I am very excited to see more of) except I never watched the movies lol and I’ve only actually really seen the Sinnoh, Unova and Kalos anime with the rest of my knowledge on the anime being occasional clips, like the start of the Alola one, that creepy Sabrina episode, etc so I apologize if my info is inaccurate or if I write a character wrong, there are too many episodes of the anime to watch.

This au is called the Ash Amalgamation au to differentiate from the names anxiousworm made for their au. This post covers the backstory I have in mind, how this au affects the story is in a future post

Backstory (TW as I do mention a stillborn child, human experimentation and slight body horror???):

- So Ash was created by Dr Fuji with extra mew DNA and the DNA of a stillborn child that Giovanni provided to Dr Fuji because he was curious of the results on what would happen if a pokemon and a human were to be fused since Dr Fuji proved capable of making a human clone and a pokemon clone

- Ash was called “Test Subject″ because Giovanni never informed them what the baby’s name was so he was simply called Test Subject for convenience.

- When he was created he was an actual baby and his body didn’t look too dissimilar to Mew except his tail was shorter and his body wasn’t pink like Mew’s but the skintone of the actual Ash. (with the exception of his tail, legs and right arm which are like Mewtwo’s color wise)

- Ambertwo would hold him in the dream world she was in with Mewtwo and the Kanto starters since naturally he couldn’t move around on his own and she handed Ash to Mewtwo as she disappeared and asked it to take care of Ash.

- As Ash grew, he began to develop more human features except it was clear he wasn’t normal cause of the fact he developed horns (I was thinking of keeping them as his ears but its too complex so its horns. His horns are colored like Mewtwo’s), his tail grew larger like Mewtwo’s, his right arm and his legs were also like Metwtwo’s body though his legs were moreso a fusion of a human and a Mewtwo’s legs as regular Mewtwo legs wouldn’t work on his body. Due to how human he began looking, one of the scientists, Albert Ketchum, started to feel horrifically guilty and decided when Ash was 5, to smuggle him out of his tube and run away with him. He got away with it by keeping Ash in a pokeball that Ash didn’t struggle against because he didn’t understand what was even going on.

- Mewtwo was very distressed when Ash went missing and its memories of the first clones resurfaced though his feelings and memories were suppressed by the scientists in time before he destroyed something. They did not wipe its memories of Ash because they believed finding the test subject would be easy

- Albert took the child to his cousin, Delia, and revealed just what he was and begged her to take care of him as he had to go on the run since he knew Team Rocket would come after him and he couldn’t give him over to his romantic partner or siblings since he knew that’s where Team Rocket would first look. Delia agreed and Albert disappeared a week after this.

- Delia gave Test Subject the name “Ash” and moved to Pallet town after she entrusted the help of Professor Oak, an old family friend, to get to the bottom of just Ash was and for the sake of her own protection in case Team Rocket came after her.

- Professor Oak was rather horrified when he met Ash since not only was he some horrific fusion of a mythical pokemon and a person but he hadn’t spoken with his mouth but with telepathy.

- Ash isn’t anywhere near as proficient as Mewtwo is with his powers and is only actually capable of telepathy, flight and the move confusion but despite his lacking abilities in comparison to his fellow clone, he still caused a fair bit of destruction for Professor Oak and Delia with his powers, primarily when he was distressed from certain tests, situations he was unfamiliar with and with his pokeball that only Delia could coax him into returning to.

- Oak actually pulled some strings to get Delia to legally have Ash as her son because they couldn’t do it normally under the risk of Ash’s true form being exposed to them and to begin with Ash didn’t have any sort of birth records (unless you count the records of his creation in New Island) so he had to use some old connections to get the legal adoption in

- When he was 7 and in much better control, he learned the move transform after watching Ditto from Oak’s lab for an extended period of time and managed to transform to look like a human boy, shocking Delia and Oak when he achieved this though this was a pleasant surprise to Delia because when it was clear his use of transform was sustainable and he dropped it when he willed it to, Delia could actually let him go outside, something he’d longed to do for so long. Thanks to him looking fully human and being able to speak with his mouth by the time he was 8, he got to fully see the world itself without needing to hide or be sneaky about his existence.

Notes:

- Tbh I have no clue on what I should do with the stillborn child that Ash’s human part was born from. Right now I’m thinking of Giovanni being the dead child’s father but I’m not sure if that’s just gonna add too many elements to this already insane au especially since if I did that, that means I’d have to decide if Giovanni cares about Ash and had the same goal as Dr Fuji in the experiment or if he’s a terrible father

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tehriel · 1 year

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Category is: Religious discourse with Papa Emeritus the Third

Chapter 5 of my long fic Character interaction is my fucking meat and potatoes my guy. I hope you enjoy religious discourse as much as I do. TW: Religious topics, vaccines, trumpet and heinous flirting

Before note: Our reader is a painter commissioned by the clergy to paint a portrait of Papa. They have recently been stabbed in the arm but have chosen not to involve the church because they want to get the work done and get out of there. They are also trying to keep Papa at arm’s length by playing a game of assumptions with eachother.

Chapter 5 - Blocking in

“You okay, caro Pittore?” He was watching you set up, leaned on the desk to the side, “You seem tired. You up all night partying without me, huh?”

It had been a couple days since your first session, and for some reason, sleep eludes those on a hit list. Contrary to what the detective might have said, finding the wounded asshole in the ghoul mask was not easy. You’d heard nothing about the case. You’d grown increasingly glad you had decided to keep the blade that was then sitting in your backpack feet away. The town was beginning to creep you out. It had the atmosphere of a Lovecraft novel, signs, symbols—Jesus chrimany! there were so many fucking churches for such a small town. Made you wonder if you should be drinking the tap water.

“Mm, yeah, late night working on commissions and an uncomfortable motel room bed.”

“Oh, so I'm not your only one?” He piqued a brow.

“Oh no, the others I do through the phone. Sit, Papa,” you smirked, stretched out your fingers, and gingerly patted your shoulder.

“You know there is a remedy to your uncomfortable motel bed. It's called ‘mine’.” He grinned and took his time to sit and arrange himself for you.

“Wow, we are starting out early today,” you mused, grabbing your brush.

“Hey, you uh, caught me off guard last time, you could say. And today, I am on top of my game.”

“Oh? Is that so?” You looked around the scene, feeling his eyes on you as you worked, “I’m blocking today; you don’t have to be super still again, just colours. It's kinda like a camera beginning to focus, going to be fuzzy for a while.”

“I have an answer for my question last time.”

“Oh, and which question would that be?” You begin mixing at your pallet, and the stretch of oil paint begins to rekindle.

“Why you began painting.”

You cocked your head with intrigue.

“You fell in love with someone so beautiful you wanted to capture them eternally.”

“Oh, Papa, I didn't take you for a romantic~” you chuckled.

“Do I not? Passion is an original fucking sin, old as time. To love something more than god, heh?” He shook a finger and clicked his tongue.

“Tell me about this love, woman, man, or other? Paint me a picture, Papa,” you smirked, testing his open-mindedness, but realised your hand was beginning to shake. They had been doing that since the attempt. Your left hand was being useless in all ways, too. You tried to loosen your shoulder, only to feel the pain of seven stitches.

“Hmmm, she was a… gymnast, flexible.”

“You know I made her use it,” you chirped along as you worked through your world coming loose.

He made a growl of agreement. “She was going to be an athlete, and though you originally fell in love with her, you then realised you fell more in love with painting her. So when you got into the most prestigious university in your home country, and she was to be in the Olympics, you tried long distance until you both inevitably let go. And that is the story of your long lost Lenoir.”

You realised your hands had stopped shaking to listen to him. You huffed a soft laugh, “I still dream of her, my Lenoir. I wonder if she even thinks of me these days.”

“It would be very fucking hard to forget you, caro Pittore,” He growled.

“Yikes, Papa, you’ll have me blushing,” you laughed off easily, brushing away his compliment, “And you? Any heartbreak in your midsts?”

“You tell me, Pittore.”

And you understood. He was saying it was a two-way street. If he couldn't know about you, he wouldn't let you in either. You respected it. “One word, Jeremy.” You were then more curious, figuring out how fruity Papa was.

He broke his pose for a moment to clutch his heart, “Ooft, tell me of my sweet Jeremy.” He returned to his position. You were always acutely aware of his hand placement on his thigh.

“You met him on a field trip with your satanic college(?).. yeah, if you can say catholic college, satanic college is correct,” you decided to yourself. He seemed quietly amused, “Multiple colleges, skill building. Your college hated his and visa versa, but you met him during…tug of war. You tripped over a stray ball from the field, and you both landed in a tangle.”

“Uh, huh, I like where this is going. Ah~ take me now Jeremy~” he made a lewd face.

“Cupid slapped you both; this is before when you believed in fate.”

“Nice callback,” he nodded along.

“It was meant to be, you know? But he kept getting caught up in the dogma of his college hating your college. Kept pulling away while simultaneously telling you that he loved you; really confusing shit, you deserve better, Papa.”

“Why does this one fucking hurt?” He laughed.

“Like a fool, you stayed until he finally had his fill of you, and then you returned to being your mother’s footrest.”

“Ah, look at us, so tragic. A miracle two people so fucking broken could find each other, si Pittore?”

“Let us cling onto each other forevermore, create a safe corner to lick each other's wounds. Us against the world, I will fix you, and you fix me.” You chuckled at the toxic nature of it all. You reflected on the story you made for him and frowned at yourself, taking a sip of water. Part of that was your experience with Rhea. Inspiration didn’t always come from nowhere; could he have done the same with some of his stories for you? No, you weren’t dissecting it. You would leave as strangers.

His eyes had also darkened. “Enough of heartbreak,” he waved off, almost forgetting he was still supposed to be posing for you. You saw... hurt, just a brief moment of it. You left a mark on his cheek in paint.

“Look at me, Papa,” you said, only realising your wording after—suddenly breaking off any of his notions.

“I am,” he said simply, and he became still.

You blocked in the square of his jaw. You watched the slight rise and fall of his chest, the slight shift of his painted lips and the bob of his throat swallowing. His eye, the white one, for the first time, you wondered if it was natural. The way he looked at you, you wondered how much of you he was seeing. “Beautiful,” you said to signal that he could relax again.

“Yes,” he said quietly but couldn't find any more words. He became tranquil, thoughtful. “Yes.”

You sipped your water, hands becoming clammy again, your attention shifting to the ghoul’s mask beneath his foot. You cursed yourself for squinting to see any signs of red powder.

“I… find myself wanting to talk to you, but I am… unsure how to talk without asking questions,” he admitted after a while.

“I can understand that,” you said softly, “I’m happy to discuss discourse, news… just nothing in personal history,” you shrugged, “I imagine we have wildly different world views, it could be interesting.”

“Discourse, huh? Hard questions, then how do you feel about the church, what with all your religious trauma and all?” He grinned, showing his teeth. It seemed he wanted to see you squirm because he was Papa. Because he is the head of the church.

You bit your tongue in thought, “Are we going to stay friends after this one?” You wondered out loud, giving him a cheeky look.

“We are friends, Pittore?”

You shrugged, “friendly?” You supposed. “Let's see,” you began blocking in the shapes of his gown; it would be challenging because the fabric ripples would change the next time. You would have to take a photo of this moment to rearrange him the best you could. You aimed up your phone. “I think faith is beautiful,” You said simply.

“I know what you mean—I sense a but.”

After taking some snaps, you returned to painting. “But,” you began, and Papa smiled, egging you on. “Churches are often… bad translations of original stories, people put their own spins on things, and teachings that are often good in theory can get distorted in any which way. Not to mention the hypocrisy…”

“Hypocrisy?” He arched a brow.

You hadn't looked at his face in a moment; you'd been on a roll. You hadn’t realised it, but though the discourse wasn't about you—it was a core belief. It was you. “Ah, it doesn't matter what I think.” You waved off in an effort to shove yourself back in the box.

“No, no, this interests me; I can see the hypocrisy in other churches, that makes sense to me, they fucking lie for control, make eternal promises for money, praise the elite, it's… but I cannot see it in my own.”

You ran your tongue over your teeth; you suggested discourse because you liked going in. But there was a struggle with wanting to keep Papa at arm's reach; then again, this might help with that. It might just frighten him away. “You told me about free will; that's a core Satanic belief, right?”

“Si.” He nodded fervently.

“and I haven't seen inside your church, so this is partly the assumptions game on my behalf, alright?”

“Si,” and he remembered he was supposed to keep still.

“You can relax your skull hand again, by the way,” You added absently. “I don't believe free will can exist within an established hierarchy because there can only be one Papa, correct?”

“You are correct.” He frowned lightly as he placed the skull down to stretch out his leathery fingers. His brow was almost always slightly downturned; beneath that makeup, you would guess they were nice eyebrows. You painted in a little gesture of them.

“What if it's another’s will to become Papa?”

“I supposed they cannot, but we treat everyone equally,” he debated, “it is our vow to protect the free will of others…” he explained, and it took a lot of him not to move his hands. You watched the fingers of his right-hand flicker on his thigh.

“I'm painting your other hand now,” you advised, “does ‘Papa’ come with power over others? Does it encroach on their free will?”

“I, of course, am trying not to, you know, it's very fucking important to me.”

“Then does that encroach on yours?”

You watched him beginning to unfold a little.

“There is a silent expectation in the church. This portrait wasn’t your will; it was the will of the church.”

“It is my will that the church is sated in all ways possible,” he said so with a purr of confidence as he relaxed into his conviction.

“And what about my will, hmm? As someone not a part of the church?”

“Oh, your will? What is your will, dear child?”

“What if…” you had a think, “What if I want to be Papa?”

“I can call you Papa if you would like; not sure it would be recognised.”

“You'd call me Papa?” Your smile twisted.

“Of course, Papa,” he raised his chin with a half-lidded smirk.

“Feels like you did that on purpose.”

“I don't know what you mean~”

“And if I want to wear your pope-hat?”

“That would deny my free will because it is my fucking mitre.”

“You don't want to give me your pope-hat?”

“No, you disrespect it. You call it fucking ‘pope-hat’.” His chin jutted out slightly.

“Fine, you acknowledge some power play here, so can anyone hold a sermon?”

“It's true; the cardinals, sisters, and I are the only ones who generally hold mass.”

“What, everyone else's voices don’t matter?” You were teasing.

“All voices matter.. unless they're fucking stupid, like trumpet.” He growled ‘trumpet’, “I don’t think we’ve ever been asked.”

“So, if it was my free will to hold a sermon?” You arched a brow.

“Then, as someone who upholds free will, I make it happen.”

“What if I want to make it about Jesus Christ riding a donkey, in the literal sense? Or inflated Christian fan fiction teachings?” You were just having fun with him at that point.

“Then that wouldn't be very fucking respectful to the free will of the church, would it?”

“And if it was my free will to be disrespectful?” You grinned.

“Then you would be a fucking brat,” you don't know when he started breathing deeper. His usual growl hindered on a groan.

“No, Papa, it wouldn't,” you shook your head, and he tilted his. “Brats like the idea of someone who’d tame them or try to. That hinders my freedom; why would I want that? I want someone whose free will aligns with mine to run wild and free like a twin flame that burns the sky. I want no hierarchy.” Your cheeks flushed, and you reminded yourself you only painting a portrait.

He was biting his lip, “is it still your will to hold a sermon?”

“Only because I don’t think Sister Imperator would allow it,” you chuckled behind your canvas.

“Sister? But I am fucking Papa,” he frowned.

“Go on then, Papa, show me what free will is worth,” you stuck your head out and challenged with a smirk.

He shook a finger at you, “I will make this happen. I will show you my church isn't hypocritical.. or it's trying not to be,” he amended.

“On that note, how many women or people of colour have been Papa?”

He made a fizzling noise, “Fuck. alright, alright, we are a forward church but there are things that still need addressing, yes. We already celebrate the female orgasm, but I happen to also like the idea of a woman of colour being my fucking Papa,” he informed unabashedly. “Things are fucking sticky sometimes. If you want to go there, where do vaccinations sit with your absolute ‘free will’. Huh?”

“Hey, you're a church; that’s more of a you thing.”

“So you have no answer?” He looked pleased with himself.

“Well, like your free will is your ‘mitre’, free will is also a person’s health. To endanger another person’s health is to take away their free will, yeah? Vaccinations are for the populis as well as the individual. Get jabbed.”

“I hate how fucking quick that was for you. But spoken like a true Papa of the church.”

“I studied philosophy and art at university,” you explain, absently filling in the chair’s golden form.

“I see why you have problems with the church. Did you really not grow up in a heavy catholic boarding school?” He asked without realising.

“Catholic college, because it was the only school in town. It wasn't particularly traumatising, but it did cordon off some ways of thinking until later in life. Also, incense reminds me of taking naps in forced mass,” you answered without thinking before touching your lips as if to take it back.

“Fuck, I apologise,” he began.

“It's okay…I started it,” you ended and looked away to the sun as it began to dip.

“No, it isn’t. I… I uh, understand there are times it is scary to let new people in. We didn’t meet at the right time.”

“That’s…” you shook your head and sighed, disengaging with the conversation. “I really didn't get very far again.” You looked over your work, “I can put more hours in the background before I see you again….”

“I want to be here for it,” he said stubbornly, “and before you say another fucking thing about underpaying you… I think you're being too nice.”

You began washing and whacking your brushes to the drop sheets below. “Too nice?” Where was this coming from? “You can relax; we’ve run out of light for today, the downside to using natural light.”

He pulled himself out of the chair with a moan you pretended to not hear, “You could stand to be meaner. You just tore my church a new unholy hole; you did not fucking care whether I liked what you had to say or non. It was.. beautiful discourse. I see you care for big-world concepts but leave some care for yourself, too, Pittore. I see you working hard. You should take what you fucking deserve.”

He’d stunned you into fumbling for words before you could adequately hide again, “Is this a religious teaching from Papa Emeritus the Third himself?” You looked in mock surprise, covering up hurriedly in humour.

“Hey, I'm being fucking serious. Know your worth… I can see it. I, uh, found your Wikipedia page,” he looked sheepish before he stretched and looked away from you.

He sounded like Marie, and you also liked how his accent tackled 'Wikipedia page’. “Oh, did you now? What does it say about me~?”

“Ah, I didn't read much; I wanted to see your work. You are very impressive, caro Pittore.”

“Thank you,” you didn't let the compliment sink particularly deep. That would mean caring about Papa’s opinion, and you wouldn't allow yourself. You deliberated—fine, “I googled you too,” you peeked up from spraying your pallet to store in an airtight place.

He was smiling.

“I like your voice, Papa.”

Then he was grinning. “Grazie, Caro.”

You both stood there momentarily before remembering you were storing things.

He leaned against the desk and stretched out some more, which came with interesting hip movements. “We have a mass tonight; Cardinal Copia is taking it, so I didn’t have to prepare. I think you’d like him. He thinks entirely too fucking much, all the books and all the ‘discourse’... If you wanted to come…” he shrugged as if it made no difference.

“I…” and then you remembered your last nights of terror, of the endless dark. The nightmares of waking up to a man in a ghoul mask standing over you. Your left arm arched. You didn't particularly want to go back to your motel room. “Will there be nuns?”

He chuckled, “Yes, but I will keep them at bay. I am very talented at that sort of thing~”

“You know I wasn't kidding about the incense putting me to sleep?”

“I'm sure I could keep you awake all fucking night if you wanted me to,” he promised, voice low.

“How did you ever get so quick on your feet?” You laughed, pretending whatever he had to say had no effect on you whatsoever.

“I uh, practice rigorously.”

“Well, maybe I am curious to see what a black mass looks like; just how hypocritical could it be?”

“Then I am honoured to be a part of your first.”

You scrubbed your hands in the turps bucket. People think artists' hands are soft, but they’d be incorrect. Marie’s, maybe. You moved on to a rag, then would wash them in a bathroom when most convenient.

Papa had the look of someone wanting to look at your painting but knew he could not.

“Soon,” you promised.

“Not too soon, I hope,” he said honestly.

“You really are….” you sighed.

“Fucking brilliant, uh?”

“Not what I was going to say.”

“I need to change; I don’t want to upstage the cardinal.” He opened the door for you and stepped to the side.

“Oh, is the pope-dress too much for the event, am I overdressed then?” You lead out to the hallway and wait for him to show you the way.

“Pope-dress?!” He raises a finger to his lips, “This is a test; firstly, I'm happy to wear dresses. Secondly, this is not a fucking pope-dress. It's a chasuble, and before you say anything, this is not a ‘pope-scarf’; it is a pallium.”

You were just laughing at this point. “Oh, that so is a pope-scarf.”

“So fucking uncultured,” he chuckled and scanned over your smile. “Ah, looks like you need to get cleaned up too.” He reached for a moment but let his hand fall, “uh, your cheek has paint on it.”

“Oh? So does yours; I just wanted to fit in around here.” You made no move to get it; you'd deal with your appearance in a mirror.

“Ah, I see what you have done. Is it because you are the new Papa?”

“Exactly.” You gingerly touched your left shoulder in curiosity. It was hurting more than it had that morning, feeling hot. You might need to check you haven't split anything.

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If you like this kind of thing, I am adding to it every day on archive c: It is completed and in editing phase~ https://archiveofourown.org/works/44321002/chapters/111461152

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 year

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I was thinking about your stories again and I have to say I love the contrast. POTSOD Izumi wants to be a woman with career, and Like a Natural Disaster has Tsuna who wants nothing more than to be a trophy wife— and they are both valid.

I'm glad you're liking them! This is why I enjoy writing so much!

As I mentioned earlier, we usually find POTSOD Izumi in fanfiction the most, while Like a Natural Disaster Tsuna is often the villain. I'm glad you're going they're both valid cause I really do find a lot of sexism against more traditionally feminine girls, especially hyper femme like Tsuna is, to be the norm.

Here: Have a rough small sample of Like a Natural Disaster!

Future Trophy Wife Tsuna 11/03/XX

So like here is the drowning story I promised #neardeath #storytime

The video opens up to reveal a brunette Japanese teenager beaming at the camera. She winks an eye at the watchers. “Hey besties! We’re here with another make-up look!” The teenager pumps both arms into the air. “It’s the weekend and that means I can go full out instead of having to follow the drab old dress code at my middle school.” She pouts dramatically. “So annoying.”

The screen cuts to have the teenager standing back and turning in one place to show off her outfit. “So I thought that this orange turtleneck and dark blue skinny jeans was perfect for today you know?!” The teenager turns and pumps her fists up again. “I also have my heels which you’ll see later cause you don’t wear shoes in the house. Eww!” The girl dramatically gags before the screen moves again to show her sitting there and holding a make-up pallet.

“Now like I debated about this but I thought that today would be a great glitter day to! So we’re going with a nice burnt orange eyeshadow and some silver glitter I think. And of course it’s story time! So let me talk about nearly drowning.” The teenager begins to prep her face with moisturizer. “So like there I am walking home from school and totally ignoring the feral animal we allow to run around Aka my sempai who somehow took over my entire school.” The teenager scoffs. “Like I don’t know why and hoenstly how is he allowed to beat up people? Like I totally cheer him on for some of the assholes you know? But wow.” The teenager switches to dabbing in foundation. “BUT, off topic. So I’m ignoring Feral-sempai and just like giving when this annoyance of an upper class man, a totally dickwad, pushes past me. Doesn’t care at all that this big guy pushes past a tiny eleven-year-old me.” The girl huffs as she begins to work in her make up.

“So glad I have Italian genes. So much fun… but anyways so like, he pushes past me and I stumble cause he’s a damn giant and then hit the bridge rail. Which turned out to be broken.” The girl pauses in adding her highlighter to stare at the screen. “Cause of Feral-sempai getting into a fight near them with some idiot selling drugs. No I am not lying. He’s just LIKE that.” The girl scoffs and goes back to adding her make-up. “I fall into the river and SURE. Usually the river is like waist deep. Usually but it had rained a LOT the few days before this. We were also like near where it led to the big lake beach thing in town. So I get DRAGGED along, struggling to breath and FREAKING out, right? I actually blacked out before I woke up, staring up at Feral-sempai and this kid who is super into baseball who saw me getting dragged along. And I’m like: OH MY GOD DID SOMEONE KISS ME?!”

As the teen spoke, she finished highlighting, contouring and blending. She then started on her eyes, eyeliner, mascara, fake eyelashes and eyeshadow.

“An ambulance shows up and I learn it was like four minutes since they dragged me from the river. I am dead serious, I was in the hospital for like three weeks.” The teenager says as she puts on lipstick. “And when I got out I was just like… wow. That happened. I DIED. And came back. I’m going to take this second chance and do WHAT I WANT. Which of course…” the screen changes to show the teenager outside, her hair in two tight braids and all dressed up with long white nails. “Is be a trophy wiiiiiife!”

#khr #like a natural disaster

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