Some Days
our smiles lead the way
While Others
we paint tear drop grey
Some Days
life's beauty makes us sigh
While Others
are only here to say goodbye
Some Days
love is blooming all around
While Others
there is none to be found
Some Days
we laugh into tomorrow
While Others
find us lost in sorrow
Yes
there are days we touch the sky
some when we feel terribly small
yet we always can keep gratitude
for life is to be found in them all
"i shouldn't be here" but in the way of genuinely how have I survived and made it to the point I am?
Compared to the very real worse possibilities I'm doing so great it's insane. I'm doing pretty well managing my mental health on my own, I'm IN SCHOOL? I'm 16 and havent been in school since 7th fucking grade and I finally found an alternative school for me to go to!
Just in general I'm so grateful for so much, like last year I had my first real Christmas since 2019(with a tree and presents) and this year I'm also getting my first real Halloween costume in God knows how long!!!
(TRIGGER WARNING in depth talk of sex trafficking)
A little over a year ago now I was homeless and sitting in the back of a grown man's car being asked if he can sex traffick in front of his two kids(literally asked me word for word after he made his kids talk about how "people want it" and it helps kids from broken homes) and the worst part is I debated wether it was worth it to get my family into a house/given money for weeks,
(end of triggering part)
But now I'm not homeless, infact I'm going to be moving into a HOUSE from my apartment! I'm so excited!!! We're gonna have a yard and everything
Not to mention we're hopefully getting a car soon? Dude everything is getting better, I know everything comes in waves but recently my life has been overall getting so much better!
Idk I'm just so happy with how much better I'm doing:3 thank you for coming to my ted talk lolz
A story where you're a well-meaning, if not reckless student going down the Victory Road path who befriends Grusha along the way. As usual, you're a gender neutral reader
Also, for once, you have a named Pokémon; an overprotective Falinks! You also like steel Pokémon (not specifically steel type, but Pokémon with steel elements like armor or metallic bodies or whatever)
Your relationship with Grusha is full of banter and genuine care
Accidentally became a whole thing. You'll see
Tone/Ending: Angsty, Sweet, Hinting at a Budding Relationship
Warnings: You are both dealing with mental illnesses, but it is what it is. Grusha has a panic attack at one point, and you recognize some stuff in your own behavior
Word Count: A bit less than 5,000
--v-Vv-
You walk up to the mouth of Dalizapa Passage on your way to Glaseado Mountain. Your brief stop in Zapapico prepared you for this trek, getting some rest and gathering whatever you'd need up in the blistering summits.
You look down at your trusty sidekick Falinks with a smile.
"Ya'll ready for this?"
The six of them all stood in formation, letting out a short yet mighty battle cry. Your smile broadened into a bright grin at this.
"Good to hear! I know that blue-haired bully will be a BREEZE for you all!"
You were joking of course, but that still didn't stop you from freezing when you heard his voice.
"Blue-haired bully, eh? Heartbreaking, how could you be so cruel?"
You turn to see him, hands in his pockets with his Cetoddle by his side, a cane slung over its shoulder in a cross-body bag. He had one eyebrow raised despite his amusement, feigning offense.
"Oh, speaking of- hey, Grusha!"
He walks closer toward you.
"I take it you're ready to face my gym?"
He tuts under his scarf.
"Bold. You know I've only gotten harder to beat after that champion came through, right?"
You scoff at him, crossing your arms and tossing your head back, eyes closed.
"And so have I. That kid getting so strong so fast only raised the standards of the entire region!"
Grusha nods, looking down at the ground momentarily before continuing.
"Well, in any case, you're gonna need to give me a bit of time. Really don't feel like starting a battle the second I get back up there."
You nod at him, understanding completely.
"Yeah, don't worry, this benefits us both. You get some time to yourself, and I get to train some more on the way up. Might as well prepare for yet another defeat while you're up there waiting for me."
His faces briefly flashes with a strange emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint, but he shakes it off.
"Ah, that confidence will certainly be your downfall. But I must admit, I'd almost admire it if it wasn't so misplaced."
Your face contorted to one of genuine offense for a few seconds, mouth hanging open and eyebrows knitted together as your Falinks looked up at you in worry. Grusha didn't even give you time to respond before taking his leave, waving as he walked by.
"Well then, I guess I'll be seeing you, if you're not still frozen in place, that is. Be sure not to die on the way up, okay?"
They get a good ways up the path when you finally snap out of it. You turn towards him, yelling out a rebuttal that causes even a lurking Sneasel nearby to turn to you in shock.
"T-try me!"
Neither he nor his Cetoddle pay you any mind.
--v-Vv-
Falinks wrecked mayhem on Glaseado Mountain, taking down quite a few mons with ease. You excitedly registered a few new ones to your Pokédex, even deciding to add a Bronzong to the secondary team you were planning in boxes.
"Huh. Guess I like Pokémon with a lot of steel!" You muse to yourself, looking at Falinks and thinking about a Charcadet you planned on using for said team. Falinks responded, dancing a little together with happy little expressions on their faces.
No matter what, you'd always keep them on your team.
You hear a noise that snaps you out of your happy thoughts. A little cry coming from lower down the mountainside. You walk over towards the edge of the cliff you were on to see-
"A SNOM!?"
Snom had actually eluded you during your entire trip up the mountain. Heck, even some Greavard, with their little tricks to stay hidden, were found by you. Did you just... not notice the little thing? Were you going through so fast it blended in with it's surroundings?
You shook your head.
"Okay, Falinks! I'm going down."
The group of Pokémon by your side looked down the mountainside for a second, glanced at the nearby path, and then looked back up at you, completely silent save for the clinking of their shells.
Odd.
You simply pulled out their Pokéball and called them back inside. It was easier to simply slide down so you don't lose the Snom, but you didn't want them getting hurt or separated in the process.
You hype yourself up, being pulled back by your rotom phone the first try, before carefully planting your feet and sliding down. It was... steep, especially near the end (which was essentially just an abrupt drop), but you managed, landing right beside the tiny ice larvae.
You reach for the Pokéball of another member of the team, one who didn't have a huge type advantage over it.
"AH-huh?"
The familiar glow of a Pokémon emerging from its Pokéball came into view, but when it settled, you saw... Falinks?
You then realize your hand is simply hovering over your belt.
Strange.
Why did they come out on their own?
They look up at where you just slid from (which was certainly more than a story or two) before quickly looking back to you. You're still as a statue, taking in the obvious concern on their faces as they look up to you, chirping softly as if asking if you're Ok. Before you know it, Snom has run off, but you're far more concerned with your little army.
"I- Falinks?"
They keep staring at you when you feel someone's hands clamp down on your shoulders.
"You."
The voice is low yet forceful, dragging out the word slightly, causing you to jolt.
"Grusha?"
"What on earth was that?"
His voice. It was... authoritative.
"Gru... sha?"
You can't seem to understand what it is exactly he's trying to point out. He continues.
"I saw that. WHY would you risk it all for a- a SNOM of all things? It's like you've done this before! Have you??"
Risk... it all...
His arms are shaking as he forces himself to continue.
"And to think, I thought you hearing my story would make you less reckless. Was I a fool? A fool to hope you'd ever think past the moment? I wasn't even doing anything to- I wasn't supposed to be- but you just... y-you could've-"
He rips his hands away from you in an instant. You take this opportunity to turn around and look at him.
His chest had started heaving heavily as his breaths came out sharp, frequent. He abruptly pulled his scarf down, eyes unfocused and darting back and forth over a fixed point somewhere past you, trying to focus on something, anything. His body swayed slightly as he stumbled back to lean against a rock.
Cetoddle is already trying to gently redirect his attention from the situation, sitting him down and laying next to him, giving him time to steady his breathing while leaning against him, reaching over and rubbing the arm opposite it to ensure it holds him tight.
You don't know what to do. Cetoddle seems to already know what it's doing, and you aren't sure you'd be of much help.
"...are you okay...?
He let out one large breath before looking up at the sky, closing his eyes and mumbling something you can't quite hear to himself a few times.
You give him space, but you decide to stay put.
His breathing calms down a little after a while, right hand coming out of his pocket. His Cetoddle took this hand and sandwhiched it in its flippers, looking at him and trilling softly to see if he was Ok.
His breathing is shallow, but stable as he nods, glancing at you before gulping down a breath and standing up to follow the terra whale, letting Cetoddle lead him back up the path without another word, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
--v-Vv-
You're lying in bed at the Zapapico Inn. Your eyes are glued to your phone, although you aren't sure what you're expecting. The feeling of dread had your insides tangled in a death grip, a pang of guilt shooting through you whenever you remembered your carelessness, his disappointment...
The terror in his eyes.
And you felt even more guilty once you realized you didn't fully understand what he went through.
You sigh, looking at Falinks on the ground staring up at you. They seemed to sense something was off, so they kept watch. You couldn't help but think about their weird behavior yesterday, however. Sure, they were usually worried about your shenanigans, but why did they seem to be... distracting you, purposefully staring you down without making an effort to communicate so you wouldn't move?
"...you saw him coming, didn't you?"
They all, for once, stop their march, freezing in place at this question. That was all the answer you needed, but when they all looked to the floor in shame, a misplaced feeling of betrayal crept up and got thrown into the mix.
"Of course!"
You turn over, refusing to acknowledge the fact that your good friend Grusha, as well as your trusty companions all felt that you were too thoughtless this time around.
Falinks' concern is valid. They were right to basically call you out on it, to get you caught. In fact, if you didn't feel so... at fault, you'd appreciate this more, seeing that they cared for you as an individual, and not just as that person that caught them.
But no, you felt... dumb.
Curling up in bed a little, you felt a few tears fall. The sound of your Falinks jumping up and running around the bed to comfort you rang out in your ears, but you didn't pay them any mind. You didn't pay anything any mind, really. Was this just how you were? Ignoring everything and hoping things would turn out alright? Would Falinks grow tired of you? Did Grusha already give up on you?
You take a hesitant peek at them, feeling the brass reach out and gently rub your hand. They were in their tower formation, looking up at you in worry.
The sound of your phone vibrating caught your attention. You pick it up, looking at the latest notification.
Grusha
Come by tmrw, if u want
--v-Vv-
You walk into the arena. Very few people were here, but they all seemed excited. That's normal.
What isn't normal, however, is Grusha looking out onto the horizon on the other side of the battle court, the Great Crater of Paldea in full view. That isn't his usual spot...
"I see you decided to show up. Brave choice."
He said the things he'd usually say, but his tone was flat. Not forced, but devoid of energy.
You frowned. Did he... not want you to show up?
He turned, walking to his spot and looking at you.
"I'll be real here. I don't really know how to start this battle, so let's just get our Pokémon to do the talking, okay?"
And with that, he sent out his Frosmoth.
--v-Vv-
It was a tough battle. He wasn't kidding when he said he got stronger. But you and your Falinks, your last mon standing, were still in the running to victory.
"I'm impressed! You really seemed to learn a lot on your journey so far. You're quite a fighter."
That compliment felt... off. He continued, ignoring your visible confusion.
"But that doesn't matter. You may have escaped an icy doom before, but like a sudden hail storm in the summer, the avalanche of defeat may often... sneak up on you."
He charged up his Terra Orb before throwing it, engulfing Altaria in a crystal that shone like the stars. When she broke out, you shielded your eyes, only to prematurely pry them open again when you heard a gasp from the crowd.
Altaria has Terastallized into a pure- flying type?
"Wha- hey! Grusha!"
Your eyes are wide and panicked. His are just full of sadness.
"I-I thought... you always do stuff like that. I don't know if you bother to remember, but the mountain thing isn't the only needlessly dangerous stunt you've pulled during the time I've known you alone. I can't imagine what you did before we met to embolden you so much."
You're too stunned to speak.
"I thought, maybe, I could ignore it. I was always able to brush it off as you not putting yourself in any real danger. 'The other students do wild things all the time, it's normal!' But no, this is your life now. And if halting your journey for a bit... if making a show of this is what it takes to get through to you, then so be it."
"Grusha... but... is this allowed? I know- how wrong it is. I'll be nothing but careful from now on, I promise! Just don't lose your job over this, it's all you have left!"
And with this comment, he goes from stone cold and serious to- limp. His arms slump for a second, looking away from you, fighting back the urge to break down before he lowers his head, shaking it without responding.
Well... shaking his head 'no' is a response. Just not one you're emotionally ready to deal with right now.
You can barely make a noise. Even your mighty warriors flinch when you somehow manage to command them to use... something. What was it? Who knows. It didn't matter now.
He shouts his command, arm shooting up with gusto, head still hanging low.
"Altaria, Hurricane!"
And in an instant, your Falinks are blown back, knocked out in one violent flurry of wind and frost.
--v-Vv-
You're too dazed to do anything, arms feeling heavy as you look down at your little friends all strewn about on the battle court. You're on your knees. When did that happen? Your head is swimming with so many questions and concepts as you recall your Falinks.
You stare out in front of you, looking down at the icy ground below you.
Grusha is escorted away by his worried Cetoddle, ignoring the crowd's hushed whispers and bewildered stares.
You don't know what to do. You don't know what to think.
How the hell will you make up for this? Worrying him so much he put his whole career on the line to get you to see reason? To get you to take him seriously?
--v-Vv-
You sat across from the man, his expression never changing as he took in your tale. You somehow managed to catch him on his lunch break, a man very close to La Primera when it comes to public facing figures in the league. He knows who you are, so he decided to let you talk in a private corner of the Treasure Eatery.
"S-so, yeah. That's why he did it, from my perspective. He was tired of me getting in danger and decided to show me it was hurting others, too. For that, I am sorry. But PLEASE don't punish him because of me! Isn't that a good thing? The league looking out for the people of Paldea, no matter the risk?"
He slowly chewed the last bite in his mouth, swallowing it before responding.
"I'm afraid it isn't up to me. The chairwoman is already well aware of this incident. Whether he's let go or not depends on many factors outside of anyone's control."
You knew you'd most likely get an answer like that, but it didn't stop you from tearing up. He looks at you with pity in his eyes for a split second before adjusting his tie and speaking to you, expression back to its usual indifference.
"I know- it's disappointing. I've come to respect him quite a bit during his time in the league. He took what life could offer him and aimed as high as he could go. Despite not being able to chase his greatest ambitions and fearing any more loss, he never let his circumstances keep him down there when the accident happened..."
He paused.
"For him to risk it all, he must really love you. No matter the outcome, you're worth it, to him."
And with that, your loose tears become a full-fledged sob, leaning over the table and resting your head in your hands.
"But... but WHY!?"
He leaned in slightly.
"He once admitted to Ryme and me that he appreciates you sticking by and actually liking him despite his 'moodiness'. He also told some of us at a group event that he admires the fact that you can keep up with and match his sarcasm. Small, or odd as it may seem, things like that can make the heart grow fonder, can thaw even the coldest of hearts."
You look up at the man. His expression stayed static, but you swear you see a glimmer of some foreign light in his eyes.
'He must be a sucker for romance...' You idly thought.
Oh, seems like you're able to think your usual unhinged thoughts again.
Wait. Romance?
You decide to ignore this thought.
"But, wait... Larry, I..."
You didn't actually have anything to say, but...
"Is he... is he alright?"
He took a moment to respond.
"...last I heard, he said he did what he had to, but didn't elaborate on his feelings."
"Ah."
Sounds like him.
You simply hung your head.
"...I'm sorry."
He glanced at a watch under his sleeve, but he decided to offer one last word of advice.
"I'm not here to tell you off or warn you to be more careful, I'm sure you've had plenty of time to realize that yourself. But he never gave up on you. Even if you feel like what you did was unforgivable, he doesn't, so take charge and do what's best, because what's best for you is best for him, too."
"Bu-but, wh-what if that was his last a-act? What if he plans on abandoning me now that I'm at m-my w- or-orss-st?"
"Well, everyone has the right to call it quits, but I doubt that was his goal going in. Either way, offer him the chance to talk it out. What he decides to do then is up to him, but please, either way, don't punish yourself over this forever. The past can't be changed, but the future is meant to be built upon the lessons of today."
You take this answer in. He's right. He deserves the opportunity to say what he needs to, even if that thing might shatter your world. Because sometimes, you have to do something scary, like face someone you've hurt, intentionally or not.
You sigh before offering up a weak smile.
"Thanks, Larry. Really, you've helped a lot."
He stands up, adjusting his tie one more time before grabbing his suitcase.
"I only wish I could help more. I will bring this up with La Primera, but sadly, I cannot go into more details on internal affairs even if you're directly involved in it. You will have to wait for the outcome. I wish you and Grusha good luck, though."
He then nods and departs.
--v-Vv-
It has been three weeks since that fateful gym battle.
You walk up to the gilded doorplate. A neutral meeting spot was arranged for you and Grusha to talk. Ryme was kind enough to let him use her VIP pass to reserve some time in the private room of a restaurant she frequents. It's secluded, neither of you come here (at least, if he ever has, he doesn't come enough to talk about it), and you'd never stumble upon it by just existing in the world, thus not accidentally rousing bad feelings or memories in either of you.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and gently knocked.
You hear the familiar sound of a Cetoddle's cry.
You grip the handle and look down at your own Pokémon, who were standing in a 'V' shaped formation.
You know they love you, but you can't help but look into their little eyes and feel the urge to apologize yet again for something they've already well and truly forgiven you for- out of fear that they resent you.
You shake off this feeling, opening the door.
This is it.
You walk through, letting them all in as well before closing the door.
You pause for a second, kind of afraid to look at him.
But you power through.
Your stomach flips when you spot him at a large floor-to-ceiling window, looking out onto the icy landscape and crashing ocean waves in the far off distance.
He looked so serene despite the circumstances. As if he belongs here, amongst all this beauty and prestige.
Standing here, you felt like a poser.
You can't help but smile, however, imagining Ryme booking him this reservation just to make a tough conversation a little easier. Just so he wouldn't stumble upon a place of bad memories. She always had a soft spot for him.
At least you know for sure he'll still have her, even if he's-
The sound of your name snaps you out of it.
"Wh-wha?"
"I was saying 'hi'." He replied. You immediately feel bad for spacing out at the greeting, of all things.
"I'm- I, s-sorry-"
"Chill out, this isn't easy for me either."
You heart sank. Was he going to...?
"I get it, if you don't have your head on straight right now. I didn't expect you to come in all cold and calculated or anything."
He was being far more considerate than you'd expect someone to be in this situation.
'What situation? Who else is going through this?'
You shook that thought off. Not helpful.
"Okay, so, um... wow, I uh..."
He took a moment to see if you'd add on to this.
"Hm, I see. Glad to hear."
You feel a quirk of the lip at that remark, but you refused to smile when someone you hurt needed to hear a proper apology.
At least his sarcasm is still intact.
"Sorry, lemme try again. I'm sorry I'm always so reckless. I knew you were worried about me, but I just thought I could... I thought everything would just be okay, that if I do crazy stuff but stay careful enough, I wouldn't get hurt. But, you're right. The risk isn't worth it. And for that, I apologize, for always toeing that line despite your warnings."
He takes your statement in.
"Okay. Thanks for that."
Your face scrunches up a bit. That's it?
"Wh-"
You can't believe it. He hasn't added onto this statement yet.
"...that's... that's all you have to say??"
His posture loosened all at once as he let out a drawn-out sigh. You didn't even realize he was tense.
With a shake of his head, he says "Gimme a second to think, will you?"
You tense up, waving your hands defensively despite the fact that he's still turned away.
"Ah! Sorry!"
He lets out a huff in response. You give him time to mull over what he wants to say.
"Alright, look. I don't want this to be a big... 'thing', alright?"
He does quotes with his fingers, which you can still tell despite his mittens.
"We don't need a big, emotional, blow-up argument to settle this. Trust me, I don't have the time for stuff like that."
He then hung his head momentarily before finally turning to you. He looked somewhat tired, although you refused to look him in the eyes right now.
"I just want to know why. Why are you always so reckless?"
You pause. You... truthfully never thought about it. You idly wondered what it was like being in his head, what it was in his mind that made him so worried about things you didn't give a second thought to. Why he looks back on things he experienced and feels so strongly about them when you usually just move on, or why you have to dig so deep down inside yourself to understand why your mind or actions react to things in the ways that they do when you don't even actively connect the dots. Why you-
That's when it hit you.
"I..."
Your eyes were wide, looking down at the ground.
"I guess I just don't process fear the way most people do. Like, I don't get alarmed by danger as badly as most people. Even now, I..."
You pause. You were definitely going to have to unpack this later. Were you less mentally sound than you thought you were? You got through life just fine, but something that's so inate in most people eluded you. But right now, we're talking about your recklessness.
You take a mental note to thank Grusha for this confrontation later, whether it's to him directly, or just as a part of the story on how you figured yourself out.
"...well, I know things are dangerous, but I guess it doesn't click with me to avoid them."
He... stared at you. You were worried he was put off by this epiphany.
"I see."
You didn't know what this meant, so you met his tired eyes again to get some clarification.
"Does... that mean you don't wanna be around me anymore...?"
He sighed heavily.
"No, of course not. I'm not dumping you over this. It's just... more context for your behavior."
You smile. Genuinely, and against your will. You've only just now realized there might be a reason why you're always so reckless and #unbothered, but it felt nice, having him accept you, when before people would just leave you to your own devices and not bother trying.
"Okay, cool."
You let out a sigh of relief. He took your expression in.
"You know, your health is important. I take my mental and physical health very seriously, as you can see here."
He gestures toward Cetoddle.
"Just having Falinks around seems to keep your spirits up. But that's your journey, and this is mine. I'd like to know ways to help you, though. Would you consider going to therapy to at least see if that suits you? It could be a great start for you in unpacking everything."
You considered this. Maybe therapy could help your transition into... understanding exactly what it is your brain did while being wired in the womb? You were strangely Ok with all this, despite having the realization of a lifetime. Man, more reason why you should get this checked out.
"Yeah, that sounds alright. I'd like that."
He nods.
"Cool cool. Glad to finally be getting somewhere with you."
You freeze.
Oh, right. The whole reason you were here.
Oh no!
"Your job!"
He flinched, closing one eye.
"Ah. Yes, that. Well, I still have it, but... I am currently in a sort of probationary period."
Your heart did something weird in your chest.
"I... see."
You looked down.
The uncertainty was the worst part to you.
"I'm sorry, Grusha. I'm sorry about your job. I'm sorry I pushed you so far. I'm sorry I didn't see how much my actions affected people, how much risk I was putting on myself..."
He waved a hand up a little.
"Well, it worked, didn't it?" Is all he could say.
--v-Vv-
You grabbed your order, thanking the lady that gave you the ice cream cones before turning back to him, the both of you sitting in a quiet spot of Porto Marinada with your Pokémon.
"Here ya go, Gru!"
He glared at you before accepting it.
"Thanks..." He slowly intoned, although you can tell he doesn't mean it.
You sat next to him before abruptly feeling a wave of sadness wash over you.
You still felt terrible, but you wished you could feel terrible in a way that made sense.
Ah well.
"I'm sorry, Grusha. For everything."
"We're cool."
"I-"
You lick your cone before deciding it's too much effort to really try and eat it right now.
"I'm sorry you... got me at my 'finna be my worst'..."
"..."
"...and also right before my 'oh my Gods I'm mentally ill' thing, gotta be rough dealing with all this at once, right?"
He doesn't say anything right away, deep in thought, before turning to you and responding.
"Look, you are who you are, and I liked you before, right? I never expected perfection. Knowing what's going on with you is only a positive."
He turns away from you.
"As long as you steer away from the self-destructive stuff when you're aware it's bad, we'll be good. And I know you're self-aware, even if you don't always understand or trust that awareness. You'll keep figuring things out, and I'll stick by you. Through thick and thin, alright?"
You smile. You know he means it. You know he'll always be there, despite how messy you are, because he loves you. Even without ever saying it, you know.
So you promise to be good to yourself every step of the way. And when you're good to yourself, you're good to him. Because you as you are is enough for him. And because he accepts you, no matter what you realize, no matter where your journey happens to take you, because you are you. Every little thing you've done made the you of today, and every little thing you do today will begin to shape the you of tomorrow. The good, the bad, the tragic, the triumphant, every zig-zag and straight line and wave, that's you. That is what he wants. He wants YOU, the full experience.
As weird as that thought was (maybe even being unable to articulate yourself was a symptom?), you know one thing for certain;
He wouldn't change a thing about you, because you're you.
A/N
Was originally gonna be a story where Falinks doesn't understand your relationship with Grusha and are protective when it comes to him, but then it went into a totally different direction...
Can you tell I can't articulate myself well? Can you also tell I'm #mentallyill? I won't say what it is exactly, but at least I can pull from my own experiences when writing. I apologize if every expy seems emotionally stunted, though, I don't know how a "normal" person thinks, but I'll try my best!
The mention of him having a cane at the beginning seemed random, but I'll get deeper into that later if I write for these two more
Also, if I write more for this expy, what if their Falinks are named Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, Hum, and Drum, with Drum being the brass? Could be cute. They'd be going for a rhyme, not saying they're boring. Plus, drum, rhythm, keeping in time, military drum for the troopers, it works, Hum could be the one in the very back
PLEASE FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES I WAS WRITING THIS IN A M O O D BUT I LIKE THE STORY REGARDLESS LMAO
i found an old post today about my dad throwing a dish towel at my head for not helping clean after being gone for three days...
I debated running away.
A lot.
this was five years ago, ish, and I’m in a much better place now. It’s not perfect, but i’m out of that house. I don’t get told that I can listen or leave. I finished college. I started law school in the fall.
And sometimes it still hurts. Angry, male yelling still scares the shit out of me and can give me a panic attack.
But I’m doing it. I’m paying back my student loans. I have great friends. My mother and my siblings are in my life and I’m in theirs. And over all, I’m happy. I have my art art, my books, my job, my adventures...
I have so much more. Leaving wasn’t easy. I’m still getting over it.
But please, it gets better.
It’s not easy, and it’s not perfect. However, it can be done.
take my word for it, you can eventually get to a better place
My first and maybe only Star Wars fic (well, maybe drabbles and one-shots, but not something outlined and drawn-out). #darth maul needs therapy. Sure give him hugs too bc he’s evil little meow meow but imo the little bastard has himself to blame lol A practice writing villain, anti-villain and morally ambiguous characters. Also my attempt at slow burn romance.
Something from close to the ending:
“Brother.” He smiles wryly. “Come to rescue me again?”
Savage simply sits down by his side. He waits to be covered by a giant shadow, to rest in its familiar, reassuring weight. It never come. The twin suns of Tatooine is a glaring, unrelenting white.
I forgot, the thought comes to him, absentminded. Ghosts cast no shadow. Not the real ones.
“I held her in my arms until—until the very end,” he pauses, overcoming a lump in his throat.
“Like you held me when I died?”
He looks down at his hands.
“Why does it always end like this?”
“You already know the answer, Brother. But there is still time—“ Savage’s voice is cut off by a sudden gush of wind.
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Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It's the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco's world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.
