#memory ask

[bawmbo]

Hey memory? Are you ok? You seem.... something alive but not..? Anyways hope ur ok =]

what a good ask! work's hard

[pizza-king-dwight]

❥ ( Not sure if you're still doing these but- also Happy birthday! Hope it was a good one! )

❥ - a childhood memory

The first fight Dwight had ever gotten in, was when he was fifteen years old. And it was during his birthday party. From his bedroom, with the door closed, Dwight can smell the hamburger stuffed peppers his grandmother is pulling out of the oven. It's a delicious scent that he loves, and it sets his mouth watering. She yells for him from the kitchen, and he rolls off his bed. Tucking away the book he was reading underneath his pillow as he goes. "There he is!" His grandmother crows when he steps into the kitchen. He's wearing a blue cotton t-shirt, and grey sweatpants. A murmur of hellos and raised soda cups come from the visitors made up of family, and family friends. Dwight's grandfather is playing cards in the corner of the room, and lifts his head up to flash him a smile that Dwight returns half heartedly. He wishes suddenly, that he'd dressed up better that morning. But figures its too late to try and change now, so he smiles awkwardly around the room. Making sure to meet everyone's eyes at least once before hurrying to help his grandmother with dishing the food out.

It's much later, after the food is eaten and the birthday candles have been blown out that most of the guests have gone home, Dwight's grandmother turns on the radio as she begins to clean. She smiles and hums along to the melody drifting through the quiet evening air. Dwight is sitting slouched in his chair, pressing the remaining bits of vanilla cake on his plate into mush with his fork. Finally able to relax in the meager company of both his grandparents and his eldest cousin. They were four years older than him and had chosen to spend the night there, they sat next to him picking at their own cake. Dwight couldn't remember exactly what was said by his cousin, only that it had something to do with his mother's weight, and how much of a greasy little nobody Dwight was.

He had frozen for a long tense moment before turning in his seat to fully face his cousin Henry, a fire had lit in his eyes that had never been seen there before. Dwight could often be described as quiet, and generally a well mannered boy, if at times very awkward. So it had come as a surprise to everyone, that he leapt up from his seat and punched Henry. He had felt a welling of rage inside him that he hadn't felt before, and in truth, that he would not know for many years after. It was a fierce surging flood of anger, and a desire to hurt someone. Behind thick rimmed glasses, Dwight's eyes narrowed as he glared down at his cousin who stared back with wide and tear filled eyes as they clutched their cheek. For a long moment, everyone sat in stunned silence. And then Henry lunged forward with a retaliated swing of his own, and the two teens fell to the ground, wrestling, each trying to get on top of the other. Dwight had screamed as they grappled, fists pummeling Henry with blows to the face, while his own was clawed and scratched at. The fight, if you could hardly call it that, lasted only a minute before Dwight was yanked off of Henry and cuffed on the back of the head by his grandmother who all but dragged him outside to cool off. During which he was forced to sit through a long, long verbal whipping by her. Thoroughly scolded, Dwight was forced to do all the chores for a month and to apologize to his cousin as a punishment.

He hadn't thought it was fair at all at the time that it happened, and for years afterwards he had often found himself feeling shame and wishing that he could have that one birthday back.

[path-of-fire]

Wait a minute... what does Aghadi's answer mean with the memory ask?

Exactly the way it sounds....

[sansoftimeandspace]

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

Peer into my muse’s memories/ 💝- A memory that made them feel loved

The time he and Luci had a real heart to heart about why about some of his doubts about himself and all the things he saw as problems with himself. And Luci still loved him despite it, and comforted him. 

[bawmbo]

What did you mean by 'work,' Mr. Memory Sans? What do you do anyways?

Mild Flash Warning !!

thank you for the ask! for short, search and rescue department and psych's therapist, but whatever else he could pick up too! as a side note, the timing is a little bit rushed because i have decided to work on this from good hours to ungodly hours in the morning so i am a little bit tired! Psych by @thaltro :) <3

[bawmbo]

Do you remember?

Mem n Mems

(I am so sorry)

Never forget

[starry-eyed-pkmnlvr]

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

Starry sat up in their tent, scooting over to the zippered door and poking her head outside, mumbling, “why’s it so stuffy in here…?” Their eyes slowly came into focus, or as much focus as they could manage, taking in the deep shades of green and brown of the Winding Woods. She breathed deeply, wrapping the tent door up closer to their face as the chilled forest air filled his lungs.

He caught a glimpse of something out of place from the corner of his eye, immediately perking up and turning to look. At first, she saw nothing. But then… There! A bush shook! Starry slowly straightened up, crawling out of their tent and onto the cold grass. They frowned at the sharp difference of temperature, muttering, “knew i should’ve worn pants.” Her grumbling was interrupted by the bush shaking again as something darted out of it and in the opposite direction. Starry instinctively bolted after it, crashing through dense forest brush and tripping over quite a few roots in their haste. He didn’t think much of it, frankly he didn’t think at all, just ran after the bush-creature as though being pulled along by a string.

Ground slipped out from under her, and she went crashing down a short distance. Scratched up but not caring, they looked around frantically for the thing they’d been chasing. He glimpsed something shifting around behind a large, moss-covered rock. Going to investigate, they stood up suddenly, but a sharp pain in their side took them back down again, collapsing to one knee. “Ow… what the, did I bruise a rib or something?” She shook it off, moving more slowly this time, before a friendly chirp and a sudden shape coming into view startled them. Starry let out a yelp.

“Hey! You’re that pokemon Auntie loves!” she said excitedly, reaching out to stroke its plush green back gently. It made a sound that could be called a purr, eyes closing in an adorable smile. Then it’s viridescent eyes popped open again, looking shocked as it shook its head. Was it trying to dispel something? Maybe it didn’t want to be distracted by the affection. It jumped up into an alert stance, chirping and hopping atop the mossy rock as if telling Starry to check it out. “If you say so,” Starry responded to the energetic pokemon, scooting up to the rock. The pokemon nudged at a patch of moss with its nose, one white paw scratching at the rock, and Starry reached out to touch it.

“Something special about this moss in particular?” he asked, fingers brushing over the patch on the rock. It’s really soft… The pokemon chirped happily, padding over and nuzzling Starry’s face. “Awww!!” Starry couldn’t help but grin, but then his eyes started to pull shut, weighed down by fatigue. She mumbled something before flopping back down on the rock, fast asleep.

[ … ]

Starry awoke with a start to a gruff voice shouting their name. Blinking their eyes, he sat up. “Where—”

“What in Arceus’ name were you thinking?!” Gym leader Wulfric stood over them. “People should not be camping out in snow, much less a child like you! Look at the state you’re in!” He gestured to Starry’s general state of disarray.

“I’m sorry,” Starry said, mildly intimidated by the gym leader’s anger. “But I didnt camp in the snow. I was in the Winding Woods!” Wulfric scratched his chin.

“We found you lying in the snow near the entrance to the woods. Your tent and all your pokemon were there too.”

“But I know I set up in the woods. I even remember waking up at some point…” That was it! Did that little adventure end with me outside the woods, in the snow? No, I don’t remember ever leaving the woods… did that pokemon drop me outside somehow? That little thing…? Well whatever, if it wanted me out, it succeeded. I doubt Wulfric will let me sleep outside again anyway.

[starry-eyed-pkmnlvr]

♬

“OOPH—” Starry falls backward, landing on the ground, hard. That’s gonna leave a bruise… The soft fur of a pokemon tickles her nose, and beady red eyes stare at her, full of excitement. “Oh, hello,” Starry says, reaching up to pet the pokemon’s head. It pushes its head into her hand, snuffling and purring happily. Starry giggles at the affectionate pokemon.

“Fennekin! Where’d you go? Please stop running off!!” an exasperated voice calls out. The pokemon spins around just as a young man wearing a lab coat walks into view, two more small pokemon in his arms. “Ah! There you are!” The young man notices the pokemon that had crashed into Starry, and walks over to scoop it up while apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry, she’s a bundle of energy, really. Did she tackle you? Are you hurt? Here, let me help you up!” He tries to pull the fennekin off of Starry, but it hooks its claws into their shirt and makes some pathetic-sounding squeaks of protest. The young man freezes with a face that looks like he’ll cry any second. The fennekin’s claws loosen their grip a little, and Starry can only assume it’s because of the same nervous pity they feel looking at the guy.

“It’s okay, I’m not hurt!” Starry strokes the fennekin’s head as he sits up, hoping to calm both human and pokemon.

“Oh, that’s good!! Phew, I was so worried she’d caused trouble again…” The young man visibly deflates, he seems a lot less anxious now. “Fennekin really seems to like you, huh?” he says, reaching out a finger to pet the pokemon’s nose, to which he earns a bite that doesn’t seem to phase him. He turns to Starry. “Would you mind coming with me to the research center I work at? I’ve been trying to keep these little rascals in check all day, and it seems fennekin’s finally decided to stop rampaging like the little tyrant she is.” The pokemon chirps indignantly at him, sounding offended.

“Sure,” Starry says. “This pokemon’s really soft. Fennekin, right?” The young man nods, offering Starry a hand to pull them up. “I’ll lead the way, then! Oh, be sure to support her back legs— yes, like that!”

[ … ]

While Starry settles herself onto a stool in the room the young man had taken her too, the fennekin adjusting herself on their lap, the young man pipes up.

“Ah! I forgot to introduce myself! I’m professor Sycamore, but Augustine is fine. I’m still in training for the moment, and the title of ‘professor’ still feels a bit strange. Right now I’m taking care of these three pokemon!” Augustine gestures to the fennekin on Starry’s lap as well as the two pokemon he was previously carrying, who were currently playing with a ball on the other side of the room.

“My name is Stavros, but usually people call me Starry.” They look around the room. So this is a pokemon research center. “How old would I have to be to work here? I’m eleven right now.” Augustine straightens up at the question, clearly preparing a long-winded answer.

“We take volunteers of thirteen years and older! And you can intern once you reach fifteen. But since you’ve got some years left before you can do any sort of work here, why not consider taking on some gyms? Battling is a great way to get to know both your and your opponents’ pokémon! But you’ll want to be paying special attention to each pokémon individually, as well as their bonds with both trainer and other pokémon, to gain as much knowledge as possible through experience,” he says, the words so neatly strung together Starry felt certain he was reading off some memorized script. “I first became an intern at sixteen, myself, and now I’m nineteen! Time sure flies, doesn’t it?” Starry nods, not sure what to say after all the information Augustine just dropped on their head.

“Wouldn’t I need a partner pokemon if I’m going to challenge a gym?” Starry asks. “That’s right,” Augustine replies. “How about fennekin there? She already seems rather fond of you!” The pokemon’s ear twitches at the mention of herself, but she stays dozing on Starry’s lap.

“Really? Aren’t you raising her?” Despite the question, Starry looks very excited at the thought of having fennekin as a partner pokemon. “That’s right, but I’m raising those three to be partners for young trainers! It’d actually be a big help if you could battle alongside her and tell me how she does,” Augustine says with a smile. “You don’t have to, though! It’s only a suggestion.” Starry gazes down at the fennekin in her lap, mumbling, “my partner…”

“I’d love to be her trainer,” Starry says, looking determined. Augustine’s smile widens and he nods. “That’s great!! I’ll go get you her pokéball… Got any name ideas for her?” he asks, beginning to rummage around in a drawer.

“Feni.” Starry says immediately as if on instinct. “It suits her.”