#rewind ask game

[bonegardenbeau]

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Happy birthday, my beautiful Beauregard

Cw for feeding Pokémon things that are poisonous to them

It’s your eight birthday, your parents keep asking you if you feel any different, you really don’t. Your grandma’s telling you that you’re so much bigger but you met her last week and you’re pretty sure you haven’t grown much since then.

You’re not even very excited for the cake but your parents put a lot of effort into this so you feel obligated to smile, your smile doesn’t even reach your eyes and is way too wide, you look like a maniac. Your dad laughs at the display of teeth and gums, so you stop before he gets the chance to take a picture or something.

“I’m sure your friends will be here soon, sweetie, they’re just..running a little late” your mother says, placing a hand on your shoulder, it’s warm and you really just want to recoil from it.

You don’t even care for your classmates all that much, you’re not sure why your mother insisted on inviting them. You hope none of them arrive, honestly. You’d much rather be in the backyard looking for small Pokémon than sat in this chair, in this room, in this house. It’s already too bright in your home normally but the birthday decorations really did not make it better.

The doorbell rings, everyone except for you goes to the front door to see who it is. And so, like any unsupervised child, you decide that you should do something with your displeasure at the situation. Your target? The cake, of course. You’ve never liked chocolate cake and your family knows this, or at least they should.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, your family comes back just in time to see you feeding the cake to the family lycanrock, she eats fast so half the plate is already gone, you feel pleased with yourself.

And yet you don’t even get scolded.

[church-of-faron]

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Gods don’t die

Cw: death, delusions

You feel cold, freezing actually, you try to gasp for air but it stings, it stings so much. You’re scared, this is scary, is anyone even there? You can’t find an opening, you can’t even see. You didn’t know, you didn’t know you couldn’t walk there, you didn’t know you’d fall through. You fall asleep, probably, maybe.

Next thing you know you feel warm, it makes your skin feel itchy, strangely enough you’re dry. You look around, you’re standing in a field with tall grass, everywhere you look is beautiful and green, there’s Pokémon you’ve never even seen before. You sit down and sigh, it’s so calm here, you’d like to stay forever.

But you can’t, you’re not allowed to, in an instant you start feeling again, there’s a blinding light shining into your face and you feel stiff. You try to cough but you have something over your mouth, you try to sit up but your body won’t listen. You spend the next two hours uncomfortably slipping in and out of consciousness.

You wake up properly when a nurse comes to check on you, he seems relieved that your eyes are opened, says he’ll bring the doctor. For a moment you’re glad, you’re glad you were fished up before dying. That is, until the doctor finally comes to check on you, he says you died. He says you drowned. He says your heart stopped beating and your lungs filled.

You died you died you died you died you died you died you died you died you died you died you died you died you died you died you died

Was that heaven? No. That was something else. That was entirely yours, it was devoid of any other people.

You want to go back, you miss it already. You miss it.

But you can’t go back alone, no, that’s selfish.

You need bring everyone, you can have a new start, everyone can.

You finally know what you’re supposed to be, who you are, what you’re supposed to do.

You’re God.

[lenji-the-bug-boy]

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Maybe he should have thought this out better. What was it thinking? It didn't know anything about people, and he kept getting weird looks.

It scrambled out of sight of the tall men in black and white, avoiding them. He knew that if he got caught, it would need one of those ticket thingies, and it didn't have one. It needed a legal name for that, and you can't just put Bug as a name. It knew that, at least. And it definitely couldn't get a ticket for Pokémon. He didn't know if he could pass as one.

He ducked out of sight of them again, but its foot caught on a crack. He fell in between the footprints of the giant steel Pokémon, and realized he had no way to get back up. So it went further down the track, until there was only darkness surrounding it.

It froze as it heard a cracking sound, before the ground beneath it gave away. It fell at least three times its height, and laid there. He tried to move, but his wings were caught in some chunks of rock.

He was thoroughly stuck. Well, at least now it won't have to go back to the lab.

[rocketgruntcorbin]

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Wherever You Go

Maxton wants you to come with him..? Of course you will! Your family was stifling you! Yes, you were the son they always wanted, but you just want to... Be wild. And Maxton would never mislead you!

You pack your stuff in the middle of the night, gently tucking your caterpie into your hood. Then, you climb out the window. Sure, you may have fallen a bit (is three stories a bit?) but you were free!

Now, you can start growing out your hair like you always wanted to!

[rocketgruntmaxton]

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A new leaf

Tw for organised crime (shocking, I know) and homophobia and homophobic slurs

Getting kicked out certainly wasn’t on your bucket list. You’re not even sure what you did wrong but your mom doesn’t seem happy and your dad father was yelling, you couldn’t make out a large portion of it. Well, you could make the word faggot being thrown at you over and over, is that what this is about? But that’s not true. You’re not a faggot. You’re not, you never have been and you never will be.

You leave, of course you do, you really don’t have the energy to argue with them, you don’t want to cause a scene. So now you’re walking the streets of lavender town with no real aim, where are you going? You consider going over to Corbins house but..should you burden your friend with this? It’s not like he can do anything about it. He’s only sixteen, to be fair so are you but—

Did you just see someone mug another person of their pokéballs? That sorta thing never happens here, what in the world.

She caught you staring. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck— she has your weedle beaten in mere moments. You beg her not to take him. You’re wailing, pathetic. You’re wailing and everything that’s just happened spills out of you. You’re such a fucking wimp, no wonder your parents think you’re a faggot. You’re so pathetic.

She gives you your pokéball back with a scoff. She says you can keep him, that she can help, but only if you help her in return.

But you can’t leave Corbin, can you? Is it fair to drag him into this? Yeah. Yeah, it’s okay. You don’t want to lose him, you may as well bring him.

[rocketgruntmaxton]

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A friend for life.

Maxton meeting Corbin for the first time, no trigger warnings.

It’s fall, school just started up and unfortunately for you you’re 10 years old, well, you’re ten years and four months old, it’s an important distinction.

The weather is actually not as cold as your mother made you believe, the sun is shining rather warmly actually “I’m going to chuck my jacket as soon as she leaves” you think to yourself, and you do. You’re only wearing a t-shirt under the jacket but that’s okay, you’ll be running around anyways, with uhm..oh. You come to the realisation that none of your friends are actually here yet, so you go sit down on a swing, you look sort of pathetic sitting there all alone.

You’re so lost in your own little world, thinking up scenarios and what you’re going to do when you get home that you don’t even notice the black haired boy sitting down on the swing next to you, but a high pitched “hello!” Snaps you out of it.

You look over at the other boy, his eyes are orange and his hair actually reminds you a little of the feathers of a murkrow. He’s smiling widely at you and seems to be missing a tooth..do you even know him? You don’t recognise him at all.

But you respond regardless, saying hi back. He introduces himself as Corbin, he says he’s new and it’s his first day, that he and his parents just moved to Lavender town. You’re feeling a little surprised that he’s so outgoing on his first day, you know you weren’t.

You just nod along with whatever he says, he’s talking your ear off but you find that you don’t really mind all that much, he does eventually stop talking though, and asks you if you want to play pirates in the ship playground.

Of course you do.

[confectionlord]

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Beautiful day

I needed some fluff after writing three fucked up fics in a row lol

You come inside after your smoke break, you and your business partner have been talking a lot about opening up a second location, it’s exciting.

You never thought you’d get this far, really, the café is successful, your daughter is sat drawing at a table where you can keep an eye on her and Victor is serving customers. He has flour in his hair, he doesn’t seem to notice but it makes you laugh, making him question what’s so funny. You brush the flour out of his hair and put it back for him, there we go.

“You can’t be going around with flour in your hair, Vic”

You tell him, he rolls his eyes and chuckles, telling you it happens. He looks nice when he smiles, it’s sunny and the sunlight is hitting his brown eyes just right.

You hope this lasts forever.

[bonegardenbeau]

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You’re better like this, I love you

Tw for romantic necrophilia and spousal death

You’ve been on autopilot all night, you didn’t even realise your shift was over until your coworker came to relieve you of your duty, even on the walk home you feel like you aren’t fully there.

That is, until you reach your apartment building and see your annoying fucking neighbour stood outside, she’s smoking and looks pissed off, ugh.

You try to ignore her but she stops you as your about to enter the apartment building, something about thudding or banging coming from your apartment, you’re not really paying attention, it’s just more of her endless complaining.

So of course you ignore her and head inside, upstairs to your apartment, it’s small but not unreasonably so, it’s just you and Felicity living here after all.

“I’m home!” You yell out, but you don’t get an answer, none at all. Maybe she’s asleep already, you decide it’s best not to disturb her, you’re hungry anyways, so your next stop is the kitchen.

And there she is, lying on the floor, you don’t even feel anything. You know she’s dead, there’s no point in checking her pulse, you know what a corpse looks like, she’s clearly been laying there for a few hours at least.

And she’s so beautiful, you can’t help but to stare. You walk over and closer her eyes for her, no need to sleep with your eyes open after all.

You take her to your bedroom and change her, maybe she can wear your clothes, they’re a lot bigger than hers so they’ll be easier to put on after all. It’s so cold to the touch but you find that you actually prefer it, the warmth was so uncomfortable and this is a lot nicer.

You tuck it in and give it a good nights kiss, there’s nothing wrong with kissing your spouse goodnight, right? It doesn’t need to be buried yet, you can keep it for a while.

So this is what love feels like.