An Untimely Reunion

Hey! Here's a little thing I wrote for @sincerely-sofie 's The Present is a Gift AU with her characters Twig and Kip. I wanted to get it out sooner, but alas life happened and I was unable to work on it as much as a wanted to. This is also the first time I've done any sort of creative writing in years, so hopefully it isn't too bad. Anyways, here it is! I hope you like it :)

The Sunrise

It was dawn when Kip woke up. It was rather early and he was still tired, but he rolled out of bed to go check on Twig. He knew she probably wanted her space, but he couldn’t help worrying about her more than usual after the previous few days’ events. He yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, then quietly cracked open the door of Twig’s room. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that she wasn’t there. He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he was seeing right. Yup. Twig wasn’t there. Feeling panic begin to set in, Kip took a moment to breath and recollect himself.

“Calm down, there’s NO need to be freaking out about this,” he thought. “Twig likes going on walks when she needs to clear her head, or if she wants to be alone to think on something. She’s probably just doing that. She’s been through a ton the past few days, so it makes sense that she would want to do that. She’ll probably be back here soon.”

Despite knowing that, Kip decided to make a quick check outside anyway. He was already pretty awake after the initial shock of Twig’s absence, and taking a look couldn’t hurt. Maybe he could watch the sunrise while he was out there. He hadn’t done that in a while, and it would be a good way to unwind for a bit after the stress of the past week.

Apparently Twig had the same idea, because she was already sitting near the edge of the cliff looking off into the distance. She was visibly ok, and even seemed less tense than she had been recently. Despite this, Kip felt the need to make sure she was actually fine. He knew too well how Twig feels the need to hide anything that ails her from everyone no matter how serious it is, so it was going to take more than just visual evidence to convince him.

“How’ve you been holding up?” Kip asked as he approached. Twig jumped a little and spun her head around, relaxing again once she realized it was just him.

“Jeez dude, you scared me! Did you have to sneak up on me like that?”

“Oh no, I didn’t mean to startle you!” Kip responded. He hurried over to where Twig was and sat down next to her. “I just wanted to check up on how you were doing. I saw you weren’t in you room and I-”

Twig cut him off. “Relax man, I’m just giving you a hard time.” She gave him a playful punch to the arm. “And, umm. I’ve definitely been better. I think I’ve cried more than enough for an entire lifetime over the past few days. Maybe even two lifetimes. I didn’t even know fire types were capable of producing that much water.”

Kip chuckled at that. “Yeah, but it needed to happen, you know. That’s what you get for being silly and stupid and somehow convincing yourself that none of us like you.”

Twig sighed. “I know, I know, you’re right. It doesn’t mean I have to like it though. It’s physically AND mentally exhausting.”

“I feel you there. I feel worn out, and I haven’t cried anywhere near as much as you!”

“Yup. I totally have you beat.”

Kip gave her a baffled look. “Are you seriously bragging about how you’ve cried more than me?”

“I sure am. I gotta take my wins when I can get ‘em.”

He burst out laughing at that. “Well, if your jokes are anything to go off of, I’d say you’re holding up pretty well. Seems to me like the funny Twig I know and love is finally starting to come back. I guess I was worried about nothing.”

Twig shrugged. “I guess.” 

Neither one of them said anything else for a while. They sat in silence and watched the sun slowly climb higher on the horizon. It was one of the sunrises with lots of pink mixed in with the oranges and yellows; the kind that Twig loved the most. The sea below them glistened like gemstones, with rolling waves that shimmered in the bright light. Kip had almost forgotten how beautiful the sunrise was at Sharpedo Bluff. Sure, he could watch the sunrise when he was away on his expedition, but they just weren’t the same there as they were here. Besides, he was with Twig now, which made it even better.  

Kip smiled. “I missed this,” he murmured.

“Missed what?” Twig asked.

“This. Watching the sunrise with you. Going on walks. Just talking. You know, enjoying the little things in life with you.”

“Dude, you know you can still do those things without me right?”

“I guess, but they wouldn’t be the same. You’re what makes them special.”

They were both quiet for a bit. Twig was first to speak again. “Dang, I really messed up a lot of stuff with my dumb thoughts then. Sorry about that.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing for that!?” Kip responded. “None of us blame you for any of that stuff. If anything, it’s MY fault for not doing anything sooner despite seeing through all of your terrible lies. Besides, it’s in the past now. All we can do is focus on what we can do now, in the present.”

“I guess you’re right.” she said. “You know dude, if you really wanted to hang out with me THAT badly, you could’ve just asked.”

“Ok, noted. You’d better be prepared for lots of requests then if that’s what it’s gonna take.” Kip glanced over at Twig. Her expression was a bit troubled, as if she was contemplating something he had said. Seeing that, he nudged her and spoke again. 

“You know I meant it right? What I said before.” 

Twig turned her head to look at him. “What? The part about how me being there somehow makes things better?”

“Yeah, that one. I want to make sure that sticks with you, because you seem to be quick to forget it. You’re an amazing person. I know it’s hard for you to see it right now, but we all really do care for you more than you could imagine. And it doesn’t matter how long it takes you to convince yourself of all that, because all of us are happy to remind you as many times as it takes. Nothing you think or say or do will ever change that.”

Twig’s eyes started watering at that. “Seriously dude,” she croaked. “I was just complaining about how I was tired of crying. Did you really have to go and make me-”

Kip pulled her into a hug, cutting her off. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Twig. You always will be. Please don’t ever forget that.”

They stayed like that for a while. Kip held Twig there for as long as she needed to cry. After a bit, Twig slowly pulled away and took a moment to wipe the tears out of her eyes and regain her composure. 

“You good now?” Kip asked her.

“Yeah, I think so. I think I actually feel a bit better than before, funny enough.” She shifted her gaze back to the horizon, where the sun had climbed a bit higher over the ocean. They sat there quietly, simply enjoying each other’s presence. For the first time in a while, it seemed as if everything was truly at peace. 

Twig eventually broke the silence. “You know what? I missed this a lot too. This is nice.”

“Yeah,” Kip said, nodding in agreement. “This is nice.”

the girls ever

What’s up??

I haven’t been very active lately, so I wanted to make a quick update post. I’ve been good, just busy. I’m currently balancing two summer jobs, being on three Mario Kart teams, and trying to get through Hades II and Persona 3 Reload. Needless to say I’ve been kinda slammed, but I’ve enjoyed having so much to do.

I also finished my run of Explorers of Sky a little bit ago, and it was everything I thought it would be and more. All of the characters were fantastic, but I particularly adore Grovyle and his relationship with the hero. I want nothing but happiness for that lizard. The Darkrai arc also hit like a truck, I seriously do not know how they managed to fit such mature and heart wrenching themes that I relate to on a personal level into a kid’s game. I have a few writing ideas jotted based on how I think specific scenes or interactions would go with Team Sunspark, so expect to see some of those here in the near future! The first one is almost done, snd I’m hoping to have it posted this week.

Ok, that’s all I got! Thanks for reading, and have a good day/night/whatever time you are reading this at! :D

This is so funny but also such a good idea that I wish was brought up more. It makes literally zero sense that the hero just instantly adapts to a completely new body and world the day they show up, I’m sorry but they just aren’t built like that. When Clay first shows up he’s falling over constantly due to being digitigrade and quadruped, can’t control his electricity at all, and cannot read or write except for some weird language no other pokemon speak. He still dives headfirst into most situations despite that, and Leo is constantly trying to dig them out of whatever Clay got them into. Everyone around treasure town things he’s a total weirdo, but they don’t have the heart to tell Leo they think that about the one friend he’s made since his parents’ disappearance.

To add on to this a little more, I also have a headcanon that heroes’ emotions are SUPER easy to read due to their body language. They’re not used to having control over their new tails, ears, elemental powers, etc, so they involuntarily show how they’re feeling based off of the movement and presentation of them. For example, my riolu hero OC Milo always gets embarrassed when he’s excited about something because he can’t stop his tail from wagging like crazy. Clay tends to spark up with electricity whenever he’s scared or upset about something.

It’s little things like this that make people’s characters and fics so awesome, it makes the heroes seem so much more down to earth and actually human like they’re supposed to be.

Imagining the PMD Partners as frustrated pet-owners trying so hard to care for their humans is hilarious to me.

Like, Hero is great and all, but they're so dumb. Partner is at their wits end and doesn't know what to do. Turns out, they're not the first person to feel that way!

The various partners throughout the years have written journals and compared notes, resulting in: How to care for your human - The struggle of Partners everywhere.

And it's just filled with nonsense like -

Humans don't have survival instincts. You are their impulse control.

Don't let your human pat every stranger they come across!

How to trick your human into going to the vet!

Teaching humans about hygiene.

How to keep your human happy (results may differ depending on the human)

Teaching your human how to control their fire/electricity/etc.

What to do if your human won't eat.

Teaching your human about their species behaviour (e.g. sunbathing, moulting, etc.)

Make sure your human gets regular exercise.

How to create an enriching environment for your human.

So, you're human is an eldritch horror?

What to do if your human is Gen Z

Me: “Ok, I just got back home from my last day at Momocon! Time to spend the evening resting and catching up with all of my mutuals’ posts that I missed.”

Proceeds to have my heart exploded into ten million pieces by yet another Oblonger banger

I took @billycorn 's advice and decided to write a fic about this! The idea with the journal hit me hard and put this exact scene in my mind!

Dialga is Searching

Dialga stood in place. Meditating. Her mind drifted between timelines. Searching for any clues about the entity that caused her to lose her mind. All that appeared in his memories and in the timelines she examined however, was a hazy blob.

One with icy blue eyes that struck fear into the legend's heart.

She could still see those eyes clear as day. They haunted her. She knew she was more powerful than whatever being they belonged to, but they still filled her with a terror she had never felt before.

Dialga's meditation was interrupted by hearing the sound footsteps and labored breathing of a mortal approaching her body.

Dialga opened her eyes. Fully prepared to reprimand the fool that decided to approach her without permission. Her eyes then widened when she saw who it was, and what condition they were in.

It was Piplup.

Not just any Piplup, but the Piplup that was involved in bringing her back to her senses. Even if she didn't have the red bandana wrapped around her shoulder, she would have recognized her from her abnormal teal coloring. She believes her name is Melody?

Dialga's concern grew as she examined the bruises and cuts all across her body. Several cuts with coloring that indicated poisoning.

Despite that, and the pain she was clearly in, her expression was fiercely determined.

“Ah. Piplup. This is unexpected.” Melody looked up at her with wide eyes. “Why have you sought me out?”

The two stared at each other for a moment. Melody's expression slowly narrowed into intense anger. She swung the explorer's bag around to her front, pulled out a journal and grunted as she put her entire body into throwing it at her. The journal weakly landed on the ground in front of the legend.

In between heavily panting from the exertion, she snarled. “Read it.”

Dialga blinked in shock. Lightly recoiling her head. Then narrowing her eyes and looking down at the mortal.

“Your involvement in bringing me to my senses does not give you permission to treat me with such disresp-”

“I DON'T CARE!” Melody shrieked, interrupting the legend. She pointed a flipper at her. “You owe me Dialga! You have to do me a favor, and what I want is this! Now READ IT!!”

The two glared at each other for several moments. Her anger grew as a memory she didn't know she had, returned.

Dialga briefly considered bringing divine punishment down on this mortal for acting like she could command her like some mindless beast. Just like that thing had already done once before.

Dialga sighed. She does indeed owe this mortal. Disrespect and commanding aside, she would still be that mindless creature if it wasn't for her.

Dialga lifted the journal with Psychic. It would be unbecoming of Dialga to punish her whilst in a state of such intense emotion. She'll do what she asks and then give her a warning in no uncertain terms to never do what she just did again.

Dialga began to read. The first few pages contain a message to Melody, from herself. Begging her to not forget what is in this journal. And to ‘please believe that it's true.’

Dialga then quickly read through the rest of the journal. Almost every entry had to do with Sunny. The human-turned-Eevee that had been with Melody for the journey that they took to unfreeze the future.

A few entries had to do with Grovyle and Celebi. One particularly negative one had to do with Dusknoir betraying them. But every page mentioned Sunny at least once, even if the entry wasn't about her.

Dialga closed the journal and set it on the ground next to Melody. She continued to angrily stare at Dialga.

“That was touching, but I fail to see why you wanted me to read this.”

Melody's gaze fell to the ground. Her head hung low.

“Was it real?” She weakly asked. Barely louder than a whisper.

Dialga flinched. “What?” She asked.

Tears began to well in Melody's eyes.

“Was it real? Did any of that happen?” She breathlessly asked. She gave a sob and tears started streaming down her face.

Dialga's expression softened as she continued. “Nobody remembers any of that. It's like none of them ever existed.” She weakly cried out.

“I-I know the journal Says-h-h that it was, a-and that it's in my h-h-h-handwriting.” She hyperventilated. Dialga's eyes were wide, and her brows furrowed.

“B-h-h, But I don't kn-know anymore.” She sobbed a few more times. “I don't h- even rem-remember what she l-h-h-looked like.”

Melody fell backwards and sat on the ground. Sobbing for several moments before looking up at Dialga.

“P-please just tell me.” She pleaded. “D-did she e-exist? D-did h-h-h- a-any of th-that happen?”

Dialga stared at her for several seconds and then nodded. Melody's eyes widened.

“Yes. She did. All of them did.” Melody sputtered and sobbed some more. “Sunny did exist. Both of you helped save the world. As did Grovyle, Celebi and Dusknoir.”

Melody stared at her with wide eyes. Then shut them tight and sobbed.

“Th-thank Arceus.” She muttered. Then she sputtered and sobbed some more. She fell onto her side and curled up. Loudly sobbing.

Dialga could feel tears of her own stinging in her eyes. The first time she'd felt any for eons.

She watched the child cry for several minutes. An aching in Dialga's chest slowly rose the longer this went on.

Eventually, Melody's crying slowed. Then stopped with a heavy sigh. Tears still ran down her face as she sat upright and picked up the journal. Holding it in her flippers and stared at it for several seconds. Slowly rubbing the top of it.

Eventually, she put the journal in her bag and stood up. She turned and heavily walked back towards the way she came.

“Where are you going?” Dialga asked.

Melody stopped, and then sighed. “I just. I needed to know if she was real.” She muttered. “I needed to know that I wasn't going crazy. Thanks Dialga.”

Dialga narrowed her eyes. “I can simply open a passage to take you back to your home. I will not allow you to be further injured.”

Melody turned her head in surprise. “You would do that?” She gasped.

Dialga nodded. She then focused her power and a passage of time opened to the side of Melody, her jumping a bit in surprise.

“you are too injured to make the trek back on your own.” She said, trying her best to keep her voice sounding neutral.

“...Okay…Thanks.” Melody quietly said. She then stepped into the passage. It closed after she disappeared.

Dialga stood there for a few minutes. Just pondering the things that had happened.

She attempted to go back to meditating. But her mind constantly wandered back to Melody.

‘You have to do me a favor, and what I want is this!’

Dialga couldn't let the phrase rest. It replayed in her mind over and over.

Did she… Did she want Sunny back?

Dialga killed the idea of meditating and pondered.

The intense relief and sorrow that she had displayed was bringing Dialga to her own tears.

If she had asked Dialga to bring her back, if there was nobody to bring back, what would she have thought? What would she have done? Melody wanted to know if they were real.

Dialga shut her eyes. A tear escaping and fleeing down her face. She began to look through other timelines. Pondering what actions she could take.

And what of Grovyle, Dusknoir and Celebi? They gave their lives for hers.

And what about everyone else in that future that had been alive before being given a chance to live?

Dialga took a deep breath as she mentally prepared herself to do something she had never done before.

Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always

I just saw this and I’m so glad that I did. I got Litten hero + Dedenne partner… there’s something there with litten being a sleepy/grumpy cat and dedenne being a mouse that’s an uncontainable ball of energy. I might have to follow up on this there’s just too much potential here

hELP I'M SEEING EVERYONE'S TEAMS FROM THAT WHEEL POST AND NOW I DESPERATELY WANT TO DRAW THEM ALL

SOME OF THESE DUOS ARE ADORABLE AND OTHERS ARE ABSOLUTE COMEDIC DYNAMITE

HOLY HECK MY DUDES

Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! at the Disco

Helena - My Chemical Romance

What’s My Age Again? - Blink 182

My Name is Jonas - Weezer

Monkey Wrench - Foo Fighters

I promise I’m not an angsty teen like my daylist is suggesting. I just so happen to like that type of music a lot. I’ve been shifting more towards indie rock in preference recently, but Spotify decided that was not what I needed this morning.

I don’t really have anyone to tag, but if you see this and want to do it feel free! Continue the chain!

Spotify Daylist

I borrowed this from @softlyspector if that’s okay :)

rules: Go to Spotify, search for your daylist, and share the unhinged title of the playlist and 5 songs from the playlist

Roslyn — Bon Iver, St. Vincent

Where’s My Love (Acoustic) — SYML

Halley’s Comet — Billie Eilish

Fourth of July — Sufjan Stevens

Turning Page — Sleeping At Last

No-Pressure Tags: @astroboots @angel-of-the-moons @juneknight @sincerely-sofie @fujii-draws

ITS FINALLY DONE!! :DD

I started this comic back at the start of April, back when I made this other comic! It took an unfortunate amount of time to complete thanks to my condition.. but that's ok! All the lovely responses from the last comic kept me motivated! XDD (Thank you everyone!!🥰💞💞)

This time around I went with a more serious tone and put a bit more story in there! :00 With this comic I wanted to experiment with Bonnie and Gloria's relationship. And more importantly, Gloria as a character.

I've thought of her as the groups leader, some may even say she's a mother of sorts. She is always so calm in the face of danger.. She always knows exactly what to do and she does it perfectly. How is she so strong? How does she deal with the stress of it all?? Does she even feel stressed to begin with?? Well as its turns out.. she kind'a doesn't feel anything at all.. and she wishes she was stronger..

LOZ x Dunmeshi crossover