Flip To The Last Page, 1/? (2017-01-30)

In a world where twins are born with the ability to read each other’s minds and telepathically talk to each other no matter where they are

… Shikako’s biggest secret isn’t.

Her first thoughts in this new world are–where am I? What’s happening? Who are these people?–and so Shikamaru’s first thoughts, infantile but still keen, are full of curiosity and confusion.

It changes, when they grow. Both of them learning enough of the language to organize their thoughts. Streamlined into sentences and ideas instead of the burbles of emotions from before.

Shikako has come to accept her new place in life. Shikamaru has always known his.

Until she recognizes the faces carved into the mountain.

There is no hiding from your own thoughts.

You can deny things. You can compartmentalize. You can even forget, for a time, what it is you were thinking.

But there is no hiding from your own thoughts.

And so there is no hiding from your twin’s thoughts.

Shikako sees it as a story she can change. Edit particular sections and completely rewrite certain chapters. Characters and themes and plot points that can be adjusted, improved.

Shikamaru sees it as a game, of course. Pieces and set moves, rules and strategies. An ultimate goal, with acceptable losses in exchange for necessary gain.

Sacrifices must be made, but they have different definitions for it.

There is a delineation made, subconsciously or not, of what is most important at any given time.

A fork in the road. The known–with the costs and benefits tallied, just enough to be deemed acceptable–or the unknown, with all the risks and rewards that entails.

How do you decide which path to go down?

Shikamaru wants to play it safe. He is only a child, with childish strategies–one day he will beat his father at shogi, but that is many years from now–and he thinks that they have been handed the key to success.

Why diverge at all?

Shikako knows they must. Her existence, her knowledge, means they already have.

If they play it safe, they would need to remove her from the equation.

There is more than one way to take a character out of a story.

The problem with games is that there’s always someone playing against you.

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A/N: … to be continued?

No but seriously, where should I go with this? Because I have some ideas, but I realize that they’d mostly just end up pale imitations of @donapoetrypassion‘s In Which Someone Attempts to Kidnap Shikamaru, Instead

Maybe this could be like a choose your own adventure type fic, where I try to incorporate reader suggestions?

I can kind of see passing down jutsu = passing down pokemons? I was looking at Sasuke’s Luxio, and I just got a specific Chidori vibe from it. I mean, not everyone’s going to get a Luxio/Shinx, so I guess it’s more like exclusive move tutoring? (Which is kind of cool, cause that means you’ll have ninjas creating moves, aka different combinations/techniques of pkmn abilities (Shikako tinkering with this is cool af to think about)). I love Arm in Arm, by the way! <3

Thanks! 🙂

Luxio/Shinx was definitely meant to be Sasuke’s version of Chidori, but I kind of figured it was more Kakashi brought him to where the Shinx were and it was up to Sasuke to catch it.

Because Kakashi is very hands off like that.

And I kind of figured, since Shinx evolves into Luxio pretty early, then that level up would during the Paw Print Encyclopedia mission which isn’t too long after the Konoha Chuunin Exams and kind of has a thematic “Sasuke gets (some) closure on the matter of Itachi via cats”

Team seven is kind of team nightmare. Beyond miss living shadow the facehugger the deathless who kills ruthlessly while being from treehuggerville, you got the living human sacrifice powerhouse possessed by the most destructive of tailed beasts whose very chakra is corrosive, who has an uncanny resemblance to Minato of mass destruction, Sai who does not human, and treeman like 1st hokage. “Face him and lose” Kakashi and “my revenge>your life” Sasuke are pretty normal, compared.

jacksgreysays:

Oh, god, yeah pretty much! The most recent chapter is just… a lesser shinobi than Neji (and, let’s be real, many shinobi are lesser than Neji) would have screamed when a flying cloud of shadowy death flew towards their face.

I screamed when I was reading it, and I’m not even there.

Obviously any team that Kakashi “casually invents an one hit kill jutsu as a teenager” Hatake got his hands on would be a bunch of over powered juggernauts. I mean, not even considering Team Seven’s respective backgrounds. No wonder Yamato/Tenzou is constantly exhausted if that’s what he had to put up with.

And Sai, oh that poor sweet baby has no idea what befriending Team Seven will do to him. He can’t even human properly and now he’s being thrown into the deep end with a bunch of weirdos. It’s like Aggressive Friendship 101… except maybe not 101, because that would imply its an introductory course. There is no introductory course. In the Game of Friendship you play to win or you die. >:D

Hahaha, yeah. Team Gai are suitably bewildered by Shikako. Then again, TenTen knows that the kind of mind that can just produce the seals Shikako does is probably a frightening place. Impressive, but frightening.

I wonder if each member of Team Gai is most afraid/intimidated by different members of Team Seven? TenTen is like: oh no, Shikako is just socially awkward, but she’s a nice person. And Lee and Neji just have horrible flashbacks to the Forest of Death. And now eldritch horror no jutsu. O_O

Team seven is kind of team nightmare. Beyond miss living shadow the facehugger the deathless who kills ruthlessly while being from treehuggerville, you got the living human sacrifice powerhouse possessed by the most destructive of tailed beasts whose very chakra is corrosive, who has an uncanny resemblance to Minato of mass destruction, Sai who does not human, and treeman like 1st hokage. “Face him and lose” Kakashi and “my revenge>your life” Sasuke are pretty normal, compared.

Oh, god, yeah pretty much! The most recent chapter is just… a lesser shinobi than Neji (and, let’s be real, many shinobi are lesser than Neji) would have screamed when a flying cloud of shadowy death flew towards their face.

I screamed when I was reading it, and I’m not even there.

Obviously any team that Kakashi “casually invents an one hit kill jutsu as a teenager” Hatake got his hands on would be a bunch of over powered juggernauts. I mean, not even considering Team Seven’s respective backgrounds. No wonder Yamato/Tenzou is constantly exhausted if that’s what he had to put up with.

And Sai, oh that poor sweet baby has no idea what befriending Team Seven will do to him. He can’t even human properly and now he’s being thrown into the deep end with a bunch of weirdos. It’s like Aggressive Friendship 101… except maybe not 101, because that would imply its an introductory course. There is no introductory course. In the Game of Friendship you play to win or you die. >:D

In regards to “Arm in Arm,” you said something about the sun, the moon, and the star? Obviously the sun is Solrock (Naruto) and the moon is Lunatone (Sasuke) but I was wondering- The star is obviously Shikako, but is it supposed to be Minior?

Oh, the star is meant to be Staryu. I guess I ought to have properly linked the post with my Team Seven Pokemon team headcanon…

Like, I know it’s not really part of the set, and it’s not even Rock type, but I thought that it still had a nice celestial body vibe to it and, early on, she did use to do that water chakra technique in the training grounds so water type works out nicely. And the red gem in the middle had a nice Gelel stone feel to it even though that is Sableye’s role… but Minior is a nice choice too!

I think the Deerling to Sawsbuck would happen on the beach in Moon Country. It’s pretty late, yeah, but it’s also a very solid moment of moving from a child’s innocent success in missions to an adult’s grim cost to success.

Hmm… thematically that’s a good choice–since, as you said, that is the first time she summons Heijomaru in a combat setting–but I’m just… :/ Her Deerling is her first Pokemon, so that seems awfully late.

Then again, Ash’s Pikachu is never going to be a Raichu and it’s been how many years?

Then again, again, Raichu needs a Thunderstone so Pikachu can just avoid that, whereas Sawsbuck are only a level 34 cap so…

Unless that’s where Shikamaru’s Deerling evolves?

I feel like, between the twins, Shikamaru probably wouldn’t use his Deerling as much in battle so maybe Shikako’s Deerling evolved earlier (the equivalent of when she would’ve signed the summon scroll).

Ugh, I dunno. I also don’t know how I would translate certain fights into Pokemon battles which is why I kept everything vague.

Arm in Arm (no better team than you and me), a DoSxPokemon ficlet (2017-01-28)

(Based on all the DoSxPokemon brainstorms. So many.)

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The day the Nara clan head’s twins turn six years old, they are presented to the herd to be chosen.

The Sawsbuck of the herd observe with keen eyes, as if to assess the worthiness of the children, but, ultimately, it’s not up to them.

It’s up to the Deerling.

When Sasuke is six years old, his parents give him an egg as per the Uchiha tradition.

The first few years of the Academy do not require a Pokemon just yet, and the egg is as much a promise of one as the Pokeballs on some of his classmates’ belts.

When Sasuke is seven years old, his Fletchling hatches into a world with a severely diminished Uchiha clan and a greatly reduced flock.

Naruto thinks he found his Poliwag–trapped in some trash in a sewer drain, alone but still fighting strong–and, in a way, he’s right.

Long ago, Poliwhirls were the clan Pokemon of the Uzumaki.

It could also be said that his Poliwag found him.

In the ghost town that is the Uchiha clan compound, Sasuke hears cries at night.

For one heart stopping moment he thinks it is himself or some awful product of his internal grief, but his Fletchling leads him to the source of the sound.

It’s not pity when Sasuke adds Cubone to their team.

The Land of Fire is well named, fire type Pokemon nearly as abundant as trees in the forest.

Objectively, Growlithe puppies are common, nothing special at all.

Subjectively, Shikako’s Growlithe is extraordinary.

Naruto is an unrepentant troublemaker: loud and unruly and mischievous. A hassle and a headache and a half.

It makes sense that his Scrafty is one, too.

When she graduates from the Academy, Shikako chooses an Onix for her third.

It’s a bold choice, incongruous with the shy, soft-spoken image most know her by, but she’s very much her mother’s daughter.

Yoshino Nara has a Steelix on her belt and the spine to match.

When he graduates from the Academy, Sasuke chooses a Pawniard for his third.

He’s an avenger–he wants a weapon, not a friend–and he thinks this is the right choice.

It takes a long time for Pawniard to choose him in return.

Naruto doesn’t graduate from the Academy–not via the normal route anyway.

Instead, he is manipulated into breaking into the Hokage’s Tower to steal a Pokeball, told that he himself is the vessel of a demonic, impossible creature, and nearly killed by one of his Academy teachers.

Of course, he’s saved by Iruka-sensei and meets Mimikyu that night, so it’s not all bad.

Their first day as a team, the three of them are nonchalantly run into the ground by Kakashi-sensei’s Stoutland, Pakkun.

It’s as much a rude, embarrassing awakening as it is a bonding experience.

In the following weeks, in that same training ground, they all catch their fourths: star, sun, moon.

Land of Waves is a strange place to get a rock type Pokemon that looks like a tree, but Naruto’s never been one for conforming to people’s expectations either.

Voltorb literally comes to Shikako during the Konoha Chuunin Exams–beaten up, concussed, and outnumbered in the Forest of Death–as willing to go out with a bang as any of its species.

Jokes of cats and dogs aside, Sasuke will grudgingly admit that he only has his Luxio because of Kakashi-sensei and, if further pressed, will express gratitude.

No one wants to talk about the time Shikako got her Sableye.

It’s not Sableye’s fault–if anything, it’s because of Sableye that Shikako is still alive–but it’s not a fond memory for anyone.

The two of them keep the Sablenite a secret.

Naruto leaves Konoha with retired Elite Four Jiraiya, heart heavy in his throat but smile on his face anyway, determined.

The Emolga that joins his team reminds him that traveling doesn’t necessarily mean saying goodbye.

Sometimes it’s just about flying free.

Sasuke chose to stay, chose loyalty, chose Konoha–he just hates how trapped it makes him feel.

Shackled to the village, border patrol and gate guard duty, and no more freedom.

So he takes control of his own destiny: Sasuke joins ANBU, gets a Hawlucha, and breathes.

~

A/N: I was tempted to put in snippets about when/how certain Pokemon on the teams evolve, but that seemed a little too much. And I couldn’t decide certain things…

Like, did Shikako’s Deerling evolve into a Sawsbuck early on or should I wait until the timeline for when she signs the deer summon contract? But wouldn’t that be a really long time?

Did Growlithe turn into Arcanine while she was making a name for herself as a bomber in the Academy or when Jiraiya helped her through the epiphany for Touch Blast?

Voltorb probably turns into Electrode during the Grass Chuunin Exams–the equivalent of blowing up her kidnapper’s head–but when does Onix evolve. Does it ever? When she becomes a special jounin? The equivalent of when she and Sasuke get kenjutsu training from Kakashi-sensei?

And don’t even get me started on the boys. :/

Fake Fic Summaries, 20/? the Hercules!AU edition (2017-01-27)

A/N: So I only saw the artwork for @lumorie’s Hercules!AU and it wasn’t until after I brain-barfed this out did I realize that there was an entire filled out universe so… uh… I guess this is more accurately inspired-by-the-Hercules!AU!AU?

I hope I’m not stepping on anyone’s toes T_T…

~

Yuri on Quest

The god of victory has disappeared and for some awful reason, it’s up to Yuri, god of war and youngest of the pantheon, to go find him.

It’d be a lot easier if these humans didn’t keep mistaking him for a damsel in distress.

So, yeah. It’s not really a Hercules!AU so much as it is a more general Greek mythology!AU.

Mostly because, while I love the artwork of Yuri-as-Meg and Otabek-as-Hercules, the whole “Hercules asks Meg if she is a damsel in distress” is kind of counterintuitive to Otabek’s “you have the unforgettable eyes of a soldier.”

So Winner Winnerson, unsurprisingly, as the god of victory who has gone to court Yuuri Katsuki who may or may not be a demigod or an oracle/priest of the goddess of music/one of the Muses (Minako)?

But that’s not Yuri Plisetsky’s story so we don’t care about that (… for now).

Yakov, being head of his pantheon (god of strategy? discipline? justice? I don’t know), sends Yuri (god of war) to find the wayward Viktor and bring him home. Mila (goddess of strength) and Georgi (god of passion? suffering? geez this is hard) also kind of help out/bug Yuri, but since they stay in their deity forms no one else can see them.

Oh, yeah, so for ~some reason~ Yuri has to assume a “human form” to find Viktor. Hence why humans keep thinking he’s a damsel in distress. Because, yes, he is very pretty and tiny but he’s actually an immortal ball of war and fury so…

Otabek, a demigod hero, is the first to see Yuri as not-a-damsel and joins his quest to find Viktor. Because that’s what friends do. And also, getting to hang out with the actual god of war is fun.

Along the way they meet some other characters who are either gods from other pantheons, demigods on their own quests, or mythological creatures who may or may not have seen the god of victory but what kind of quest would it be if the quester was just handed the answer?

Or, perhaps, news has spread that Yuri is on a quest to find the god of victory, but others think that it’s some kind of like… whoever finds him first gets granted a wish kind of thing or whoever can defeat the god of victory in human form gets to be the new god of victory… so now there’s all these people who are trying to find Viktor first and now it’s some kind of race?

I’ll admit, I’m not exactly sure.

Anyway, demigod!Otabek and god-of-war!Yuri on the greek mythological version of a road trip to find Viktor. 🙂

At the end, when they do find Viktor, Yuri’s just like: you have to come back, Yakov said so, and anyway you’re immortal and piggy’s just human it can never be.

Except, you know, after traveling (and falling in love) with Otabek, Yuri now knows that feel and he doesn’t like anything he’s saying either. And it’s just like, fine, whatever, what’s one human lifetime to a god I’ll just hang out with you until you die and when you die I’ll turn your spirit into a constellation and bring you up to Olympus where we can be together for eternity or whatever.

Yakov allows it because while he is head of his pantheon, his pantheon are a bunch of unruly overpowered brats and keeping them happy is as much to reduce his stress levels as it is because he’s fond of them (and he’s a sap for a good love story).

(Lilia may or may not be the Head of the Muses and both aware and unimpressed-yet-amused by the entire situation. She has very complex emotions)

So in this AU there’s no actual villain, I guess. Or, well, not like how Hades was in Hercules.

Maybe JJ is one of those who think “if I defeat the god of victory while he’s human, then I’ll become the new god of victory” and Yakov’s demand for Viktor to come back is very harsh and imposing in the beginning, but that’s basically the extent of it?

Chris is definitely the Aphrodite equivalent. And Phichit must be Hermes. The Crispino twins are Apollo and Artemis… etc. etc. I have the most adamant belief that Leo and Guang Hong have an Achilles and Patroclus thing going on, minus the dying part because I’m so soft. Though they’ll only be minor characters considering this is Yuri P’s story.

Twelve Sessions, 6/? (2017-01-26)

It’s weird how quiet the city has been. Hardly any crime that the police can’t handle themselves, no meta threat that needs much more than just Apex showing up.

Which is good.

I love this city, I’ve fought hard to keep it safe, but I can’t say I don’t appreciate the calm.

Even though, given the team’s numbers have been severely reduced, criminals should want to make a big move. Take advantage.

But I’m grateful because I’m pretty sure if another crisis hits it’ll just be me facing it.

Not that I’m afraid–Apex is indestructible,.

Nothing can hurt me.

We’re halfway through the assigned sessions and while I’m definitely less pissed off at the very idea of therapy, that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable.

Simone isn’t my friend. She’s my therapist.

I’m distinctly reminded of that at this moment.

The file she puts on the table between us, the file with my name on it, is a show of trust.

Oddly, it also feels like a betrayal.

“What the fuck do you want me to do with this?” I ask, hands curling into fists.

Simone doesn’t look afraid at all. But I can’t tell if that’s just her game face.

For all I know, she’s always had a game face on around me.

“It’s been a month and a half,” she says instead of answering, which is typical and nonetheless stings, “since the judge assigned you mandatory therapy…”

“I know. I was there,” and if there’s a snide tone in my voice then, well, I fucking wonder why that might be.

Undeterred, she continues, “Aren’t you curious about your progress?”

“No,” I say. I reach out for the folder anyway. “Doesn’t this defeat the purpose? Aren’t you supposed to keep this a secret from me?” I ask as I scan the first page–just basic info about me, a summary of judge’s mandate, the reason behind the therapy.

“Not necessarily,” Simone says, “You’re a patient, not a lab rat. Keeping secrets from you isn’t going to help.”

I flip to the second page, where the therapist’s notes are meant to begin.

“This is bullshit.”

“Is it?”

“You wrote that I’m bad at poker. And that I like jam on my pancakes.”

“Well,” Simone says dryly, “That is a weird thing to put on your pancakes.”

“No it’s not!” I defend, reflexively, “And that’s not the point.”

“What point?”

“How is me thinking the blue candy is supposed to be blue raspberry going to help anyone?”

“You say that a lot,” she says, always with her tangents.

I sigh, frustrated, “Say what?”

“You always bring up how something will or won’t help. How talking won’t help anything, how blue candy can’t help anyone, how you being here isn’t helping,” she looks at me, serious and steely and…

Simone is not my friend. She’s my therapist.

“You’re a person, Curtis” she says unexpectedly.

“No shit,” comes out automatically.

Her gaze turns sharper, somehow, “You’re not just a hero. You’re a person, too.”

My hands have been flipping through the file, more inanities over the past five sessions written in Simone’s slanted handwriting.

There’s a page that only has tally marks on the top. Five of them.

“You’re allowed to grieve for your friends. You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to. You don’t have to talk to anyone if that’s how you feel. We can spend the next six sessions as we have the last few. I can fill pages of notes on your appalling taste in pancake toppings, or maybe I’ll bring in my hamsters for a session, or we can just sit quietly and not say or do anything.

"But do it because you don’t like me. Do that because you don’t like therapy. Burn through these sessions because they’re mandatory and you think they’re a waste of time. If you go home and cry and scream and punch things and mourn because you don’t want to do any of that in front of me that’s fine.

"Don’t stay quiet because you think that’s what you have to do. You’re allowed to grieve, Curtis.”

Five tally marks on an otherwise blank page.

Simone is my therapist, not my friend.

Maybe that’s a good thing.

Most of my friends are gone–gone to ground, gone back home, gone to the future, gone.

We are quiet for a long time. If Simone is disappointed, she doesn’t show it.

The chime from her phone sounds off, and the both of us stand.

Before I leave, though, I say, “His name was Brian, but on the field he used Griever.

"He was my friend, and now he’s dead.”

kevystel:

how do people with depression in the harry potter universe perform the patronus charm? asking for a friend

Maybe it’s a matter of perspective. Like, sure, people with depression can’t perform the patronus charm but they’re also less affected by dementors in general: Oh your presence makes everyone feel shitty and you steal away my happy memories? Well guess what, I already feel shitty and can hardly remember what it was like being happy. So guess who’s the loser now!

Probably people with functioning depression can last longer when faced with a dementor, so they do have more time to scrounge up any happy memory for patronus charm. And, perhaps, instead of a full blown guardian animal all they get is silvery wisps, but maybe that will be enough to fend off the dementors for your non-depressed friends to whip out their glowing capybara of happiness.