#verse time

[il-mostrc]

Hannibal as a Supe…👀

Can you imagine.

[disturbnot]

——— VERSES

main / pkmn — if you think you don't know him, you've probably seen him somewhere without realising it. he's your champion! he's your chosen one. he's your saint and saviour. or is he really the reason the world around you is shivering apart, little bit by little bit? he couldn't tell you as a child, and he still couldn't tell you now. this beleaguered old legend still ambles from lead to lead on his path to some kind of ultimate understanding, some kind of zenith to his messianic condition. he doesn't know what he's for, but that's okay, he knows you don't know what you're for either. the learning curve never ends. this ash can be encountered almost anywhere in the pokémon world, known to regularly drift from region to region, gig to gig, battle to battle, apocalypse to apocalypse. surely, one day, this curse will lift ... won't it?

supernatural — ash is a drifting, wayward hunter from the south-west, son of a hunter and a restaurant owner. his father passed when he was young, and during the same incident, ash became the willing vessel of the god quetzalcoatl, granting him vast power and a unique kinship with the natural world. he seeks vengeance for his father, but has become cognizant of the primordial gods' schemes and also seeks to confront and punish them.

the boys — think pokémon if they were just v'd up animals - that's it. ash grew up in a suburbian town in japan, near the site of a vought international r&d lab headed by his best friend's grandfather, and found out a little more than he should have as a young child. during an intrepid peek into oak's research lab, ash not only received a hefty dose of compound v, but managed to free one of the animals the lab had been experimenting on; a large, semi-sentient mouse with the power to conduct and discharge electricity. this event forced ash's mother (also being targeted by the yakuza for business protection) to take him away on the run. he and his mother have been weaving in and out of encroaching threats from vought and other bodies of organised crime ever since. ash seeks vengeance upon vought, both for his accidental exposure to v, and for the disappearance of his father (who may have been an unfortunate test subject in the 90s). ash has gained powers from v that seem to amplify with time and training. the simplest way to explain him would be if goku swapped out the disciplined martial arts training for slugging whiskey and throwing caution to the wind.

star trek — half-human, half-klingon, all golden retriever energy. this gung-ho starfleet prospect has never passed an exam, but exceeds in idealism, imagination, and practical xenozoology. all he's ever wanted is to see the stars and to see all of the fantastical creatures roaming out there in space ... sadly, his exam results never quite etched that fate into the stars for him. working the bars of various low-tier starships will have to do.

modern / fandomless — maybe you saw him on your tv in the early 2000s, one of the many pro wrestlers that lit the world on fire during the height of the craze. it's a pity that impassable injury cut his tenure in the ring all too short. this retired fighting performer has relegated himself to a steady but uneventful life helping his beloved mother run her snack bar, wishing that he'd taken up a career in animal care.

cowboy / western — nobody can really give you an exact date of when ash rolled into town, or when his local ranch practically bloomed out of the arid ground, but it seems like he's been there since anyone can remember. he's never done any harm, he's a kind and hardy man, known mainly to mind his business and ranch his prized cattle. rumour has it though, his ranch house is simply teeming with animal life; from his herding dogs, to his ratting cats, to his hunting birds. some say there are creatures in that home that man has never seen before, but hey, that's just a local rumour spun by bored tavern-wives... right?

new verses to be added! (rgg, monster hunter, and star wars verses coming soon)

[einsteinsugly]

October 2003. A Mother's Daughter.

*****

A/N: Mom is Donna, and Dad is Eric, obv.

*****

The plus sign has been branded in her brain.

Well, physically, it's in her churning stomach. She earned a sick day, but at what cost?

Having trouble keeping even Cheerios down, she mindlessly stirs a milk and cereal-laden bowl.

Leah angrily sighs. "Life is so unfair."

Rather than an enthusiastic affirmation, like her father's, she receives a solemn nod. "I know."

She wants to tell her mother, and they can have their little secret, but that's wishful thinking. She can be the parent that's dutifully notified, while keeping her father in the dark.

But that's wishful thinking, so she's notably cryptic. And purposeful, of course. "I wish I could be somebody who knows the right thing to say. The right things to do. But I don't."

The right thing to say is certainly her father's pitfall. The doing, though, is all her mother's.

She's heard the troubling teenage stories. Smoking and failing English to get attention, dating Casey Kelso when her mom left. The whole nine yards.

So Mom knows, and as an adult, she knows how to tackle it. Head on. "You just have to think, before you decide what to do."

Leah nervously smirks. "Like, plot and plan?"

In turn, she sighs. Exasperated, to the core. "To do the right thing."

She knows exactly what that sigh means. "And not cause trouble. Got it."

"Not all trouble is a bad thing, if you're doing the right thing."

Now, it's time to vaguely probe. "But does the right thing involve telling Dad?"

Mom stiffens in her seat. "What did you do?"

At a bare minimum, she probably knows that it's not a thing Dad would let her get away with, but she wouldn't. It's a moral thing, or something that shatters the illusion that she's his little girl. Come hell or high water.

Leah has, much like a certain predecessor, preferred to keep him in the dark. To keep up the illusion that she's just a young Gryffindor with a bunch of stuffed animals on her bed.

Mom knows better, though. She refuses to have the wool pulled over her eyes, although she doesn't know all of the details.

"Umm..." She trails off, without the right thing to say. "A lot of things."

Now, Mom is the prober. About to put her on probation, most likely. "Like?"

I'm pregnant. Please help me. "I got my belly button pierced last summer."

"What the hell?" She dutifully exclaims, before settling back down, "Is that why you were wearing that one-piece bathing suit in front of us?"

"Well...yeah." Mom senses more, though, like she always does. "I'm sorry. For lots of things."

So, she presses her hand atop of her daughter's, in surprising solidarity. "It's okay."

"Really?"

Mom nervously nods. "Yeah."