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[ indie adult!gary oak ] written by nicki

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nate archibald appreciation post • (15/???)

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      however vividly gary may have recalled a fool,   he was no longer standing in       the company of one; gary must have known by now that the overt nature of his       languid language wasn’t going to pull any wool over anyone’s eyes. ash tutted,       nay, spat, his features mirroring some semblance of a snarl,  as  wild  as  the       woods he’d hailed from. better questions lingered between them —— like why       was gary giving him the time of day if he so sincerely longed for sweet solitude?

          “ s’a free country, isn’t it? kin’a far from              your chemistry set yourself, ain’t ya? “

                               whatever, he thinks, i don’t have to put up with this crap.

      gary’s stance goes almost mirrored completely,    an  unmistakable  lack  of       comfort with the atmosphere laden deep in the scowl lining his wild eyes. true,       gary  was  being  very  talkative  for a guy seemingly so unwilling to talk. the       thought provoked a fleeting smirk.

          “ ain’t no one keep’n you here y’know, gary. “

      lifting  his  hands  from  his  pockets,    ash displayed his bare palms in some       gesture of moral surrender.       i n n o c e n c e.

          “ you c’n run on home whenever you want. i ain’t stoppin’ ya. “

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      PROBABLY WHAT’S MOST ANNOYING is that he’s right. there’s nothing       truly keeping him standing there (at least not in his head) yet he remains right       where he is. gary is sure that this entire conversation is going to put a SOUR       taste in his mouth -- hell, it’s already there -- but he finds himself actually       wanting to talk a bit. he’s not going to spill his guts and go on and on about       how they never talk. that would be just STUPID and ultimately POINTLESS        by now, but surely he could try and make some sort of conversation out of       absolutely nothing.

                 ❝ thanks, i’ll keep that in mind -- ❞

      swallowing thickly, he shakes his head, deciding that he’ll put forth some       sort of effort to make this all SUCK a little less. though, now the trouble was       finding where to start. how the hell do you pick up casual conversation with       someone that probably didn’t want to have it with you? he wasn’t even sure       why he wanted to in the first place -- it was probably just hard letting go.

                 ❝ y’know, the chemistry set can wait. what’s even been going                     on with you? i don’t think i can remember the last time i saw you. ❞

       which was a LIE. it was all something that resounded VIVIDLY with him and        he thought about it often. ugh -- this was all too many kinds of fucked up.

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this is a very late new year bias list because i am so fashionable that i have to be a week late ~*~*follow me for more soft keks*~*~

okay here we go. so miraculously this has been my longest stint here since The Big Hiatus of ‘15. and im shocked im still here. i mean shocked in a good way because damn its a sign that its very possible for me to really get back into this just how i used to be. and maybe juST MAYBE i can return to my former glory someday idk (DONT LIE TO ME AND DONT LIE TO URSELVES I HAVE SOME WAY TO GO YET) but golly. im still enjoying myself. as well as reuniting w/ some very old pals from The Good Old Days i’ve also made some really good new friends????? like wow. so many lovely people here. n the place is always growing and attracting new writers and it’s just. so nice to always be able to meet new people like golly. n all of u mentioned here i do love n care for in some way or another. whether or not we talk every day or we’ve never talked at all. much love n peace to u all.

anyway i digress. happy new year everybody – make it a lit one. i hope u enjoyed this bandwagon as much as i did :^)

patented meme quemes™ ;

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          “ and you still got all the charm of a blocked toilet. “

      fuck this guy. that was his foremost knee-jerk reaction anyway. as a defence       mechanism, he sought to encircle himself in barbed wire and calloused words,       cold and roughened with age and trauma. he wasn’t expecting things to happen       this way.   in his earliest visions of the reunion, the skies had been much bluer.       they’d been much happier. each, the other’s idealised saviour entire.

      suffice it to say, things never turn out the way you plan them.       ash  is  unsure  whether  or  not  this  anger  is just or simply       misplaced disappointment and longing.     perhaps it’s both.

            “ ain’t no way to say hello to ‘n old pal, now is it? “

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           THE WORDS ROLL RIGHT OFF OF HIM, leaving no mark or any sign            that they cut him. Why should they? He told himself a long time ago that            Ash could go fuck himself and he’d be perfectly okay with that. A bounce            of his shoulders is offered in a shrug as he tries to think if he could even            call them ‘ old pals, ‘ but it’s hard to remember any of the good times            when too recently things have been one disappointment after another.

                    ❝ I’m sure you’ll find it in yourself to get over it. ❞

           Hands slide into his pockets as his weight shifts to the side, trying to            find some sort of comfortable position to endure this conversation            with. His gaze gets averted because there’s only so long he can keep            looking at what he sometimes envisions as his could have been.

                    ❝ -- what are you doing here, Ketchum? ❞

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          well. i guess if that kinda shit tickles your pickles…

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            yeah, you wish.

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          pot – kettle – black.

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           seriously, fuck you.

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          you have poor eyesight – i can deal with that. lasik? lasek…?

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          take a bath and then maybe i can reconsider

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          why yes, i am godly, aren’t i?

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        i haven’t been that impressed yet

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          well it’s definitely… humanoid.

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           i think godly was the word you were looking for

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ferociter liked your photoset

             tell me more about how you like my face

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shadedelite

            CROSSING THE INDIGO PLATEAU into Johto was something that he’s             done countless times now, often traveling to meet with Professor Elm. He’s             met many in this region from his own travels as both a trainer and now as             a researcher, but he can’t really say that he’s ever met this member of the             Elite Four. He’s heard the rumors of her beauty, the stories of her past,             but none really interested him so much as did her Pokemon. Specifically             her Umbreon.

                           ❝ If you’re a member of the Elite Four I have to guess that                               your Umbreon is pretty strong. How long have you had it? ❞

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lilycure

            TRAINERS WERE PRIME TARGETS for when he needed help with his             research. His grandfather used to use the same tactic -- it was easier             to use the help of those that would be roaming around than to go out             and do it yourself when there were a million other things to do in the             lab. He could remember all the complaining he did when he was young             about this sort of thing but now he understood exactly why Professor             Oak did it. Now time to continue on that family legacy.

                         ❝ You have the samples I needed -- ? ❞

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         ahh sorry i haven’t gotten all of those starters out yet! work          has been kicking my ass this week. i will get them out in the          next few days, though, promise! have a good rest of the week!

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ferociter

         AMUSEMENT PROBABLY DOESN’T BEGIN to describe the expression          he has on his face right now. Should he be surprised to see him? Probably          not. They always seemed to be fated to cross paths or some shit like that.          Life always had a funny way of doing that, especially when it was someone          you tried to forget from time to time -- too much disappoint only went so          far. Before him stood the LEGEND, the HERO -- or something like that.

                Looked more like a burly homeless guy or something now.

                                ❝ Well -- you look like shit, so I see not much is new. ❞

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but what if i like jam on my muffins

          then i guess i’ll just have 2 jam it in u

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Ash was here, Gary is overcompensating for his tiny weenie ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

            don’t mean u still can suck it, tho