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volfoss · 3 days

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i think honestly what irritates me about yoshidas work SO much is that people will tell you that banana fish is THE gay manga (ignoring the many things that came before it and were more groundbreaking, ie MW literally having on screen (or like. on panel but still.) gay sex in it and that came out like a decade before BF did) when there really isn't barely any gay rep outside of the pedophiles and the one time ash drops the f slur. like im sorry but somehow yasha, a work she wrote in 1996, has more gay rep in it but also has the same issues.

i truly do not get how people can enjoy banana fish with the rampant racism every 2 pages or the rampant sexual assault plotlines (on women and ash bc he is just... written like how yoshida writes women lmao) that are handled IMPOSSIBLY bad and sincerely i hoped yasha would be better because it had been like a decade or so between works. and then it proceeds to continue with the heres our blonde genius protagonist who everyone is weird as fuck to and will sexually harrass and everyone finds it a VERY funny joke to point out how feminine he is when theres barely any women in the work (if you exclude the ones that are being raped/killed/creepy to minors. which to be fair yasha has toned down the sa a LOT) and that its funny that hes kind of gay except not really!! and its just absurd to me how it just persists in all of her stuff because she is not an author that handles gay stuff well. like the scene in banana fish where ash is completely ok getting gang raped and did it solely to get into the hospital when its been SHOWN that he has a lot of trauma with that. and then right after his friend makes a joke at ash's expense about that. like sincerely and genuinely is this what we are hyping up as the old retro gay manga. go read some tezuka and stop reading shit that the most the main characters do is share a kiss in a nonromantic sense and is obsessed w making every gay person be evil!!

#twist rambles #sorry mw u will always be famous to me (horrible fucking manga to experience for like 50% of the time but also it rocksss and theres #about anything tw worthy in there but i wish more ppl did read it)#sorry im like. i like to read her stuff bc her art is interesting to me but oh my god it makes me so angryyyy #rape mention #ask to tag #like... you do not understand my one sided rivalry w her it is SO intense like... bf was one of the worst reading experiences ive ever had #my tzk gay recs are: black jack (protag literally has a transmasc ex bf) and mw (for aforementioned reasons but its like. genuinely bonkers #and honestly there r a lot of minor characters that r lgbt in his works and like. can we please read smth that doesnt suck 100% of the time #like idk god bf is so baffling to me bc theres NOTHING there other than like. the new horrors every chapter. and yasha seems to be reusing #some plot points so it double sucks. haunted by the one analysis showing how the two had similar themes and point 1 was literally child #exploitation like... man. god it sucks. like not that mw is perfect bc its not and its a media i have a lot of thoughts on but man. id take #that over bf anyday bc like... sincerely how is anyone looking past the horrors there!! the story is a jumbled mess and it rly doesnt have #much to sayyyy but whatever lol!! id love if the characters were in a better media id love if ash didnt end the story feeling positively #towards the man who groomed him but whateverrrr lol #this is super disorganized as a post but like. genuinely it is so infuriating bc some of the plot concepts in yasha have potential and then #she keeps doing this like!!

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wikitpowers · 4 months

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@mayaheronthorn and i have been wondering about this and we’re so confused someone help !!!

#PLEASE HELP #LIKE WE'RE CONFUSED #SURELY IT'S JUST CHAPTER 1 RIGHT?#IDFK #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #dru blackthorn #ash morgenstern #the wicked powers #cassandra clare #twp #tsc

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theashemarie · 1 year

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Time Capsule - a ROTTMNT Fic

PART 1: Do you Remember Popsicles?

Chapter 1: [Read on ao3] + below the cut Chapter 2: [Read on ao3] Chapter 3: [Read on ao3] Chapter 4: [Read on ao3]

(Art by @katiemonz | Reblog just the art here.)

[That night, after the museum break in, they save the Key, but it's already begun by then. Foot Clan defeated. Day saved. Yadda yadda. Back to their post-Shredder lives, fighting mutants, shrugging off training, the usual.

Then, it gets worse. Leo is the first to be haunted by visions of an apocalyptic future and gruesome dreams of an alien invasion. Mikey is second, and he's dealing. He swears he is. Donnie third, and he doesn't know how to begin to process. And Raph? Raph has no visions at all. He's not sure what's worse: that he doesn't know what his brothers are seeing, or what it means that he doesn't.

One word in the center of it all: Krang.

(Or: A winding, eventual good end for the bad future.)]

Pull back for a second. There’s Leo, eyes covered with his sleep mask, fake eyelashes flashing in the dark of night. There’s Leo, tossing in bed, rolling and rolling like a pin when Mikey spreads pizza dough on a peel, wrapping himself up so tight in his blankets that when he wakes, he can’t move. He gasps, arms pinched at his sides, legs tangled and immovable, and gasps. And gasps. And gasps. Struggling to catch a breath. Hiccups.

Eventually. Eventually, he shakes his head, shakes the rest of him, swallows past a thick glob of phlegm, takes stock of his teeth, runs his tongue over them, finds them all there, twitches his fingers, finds them all there, closes his eyes, opens one at a time, finds them both there.

Centering exercises—and taking stock. His body is present, and he slowly unwinds himself from the tangled sheets, face blank.

He breathes and wheezes sniffles hiccups hums sneezes coughs shudders. A pull at the stack of drawers near the head of his bed with intact fingers, a blind reach, a snag of a spiral-bound notebook, like a late-night homework assignment. A flutter of pages, fifty-four to be exact, all dated. Two weeks of accounts.

An empty page. He sighs and touches a pen down, ignoring his shaking arm.

Pull in. Raph again, he writes. Crushed again. This time saving me. He threw me back as a robot crashed down on him, using both hands. Scarred eye, tattered clothes. Damn, I don’t remember as much as I should. When he looked back up at me, his teeth were as red as his mask. He swallowed past the blood and told me how much he loved me, how it was up to us now, to make sure that Donnie slept and to make sure Mikey didn’t overuse his powers. I begged him, told him no he chuckled at me and told me that Raph can’t control life and death i told him to shutup that we could save him we’ve come back from worsethings and he spat blood and breathed out laughed again breathless and told me to focus that we still had a chance

and then he died

thats the seventh time hes died in my dreams he’s always older so much bigger like he never stopped growing?? its always the robots or the hounds sometimes the pink tofu guys i don’t GET it what does it MEAN

when i look at him sometimes hes normal sometimes hes older sometimes hes smiling sometimes hes dead i can’t keep living like this what does it MEAN

what the hell are krang???

dejavu. donnie called it that when i zoned out and shivered because everything was familiar everything was too familiar like i had been there before but we were just on the verazanno staring at manhattan like always but i could see donnie floating up next to me and mikey flipping over and landing behind me and raph waitin gat the top with a glare and a reprimand and whats THAT about!! i haven’t even done anything!!

Man. This sucks. And tomorrow we’re supposed to stop a museum break in

And pull back again. There’s Leo, scrambling backward as he throws the pen and the notebook away. “How’d I know that?” he gasps to himself. “How’d I—”

“Leo?” Mikey’s voice, and then Mikey himself, sliding the subway car door open, his bare head. No hair. Leo relaxes because this is not a vision. “You okay?”

Leo’s face clears, drops into bullshit face man mode. “Hey Mike. Did I wake ya? Sorry.”

And Mikey squints into the darkness. And Leo grins, wide and sunny, and sits hard on his shaky hands.

Two weeks of dreams. Two weeks of visions. Two weeks of knowing what’s coming next. About to come to a head.

Today, they get the Key.

“A second chance? That’s what you’ve been fucking around with? Really?”

“I don’t expect you to understand.”

“Don’t expect me to— This is… It’s… It’s unnatural! We can’t just… start over.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, nothing about us is natural.”

“Fuck you. You know what I mean. What does Mikey have to say about it?”

“He agrees that it’s ethically repugnant. I’m doing it anyway. I’ve given us every opportunity to—”

“So our opinions don’t matter? Seriously? We need you to focus and instead you’re—”

“I’m giving us a chance. I refuse to feel bad about that.”

“You’re playing God. Don’t roll your eyes at me. You just want to create a museum—”

“I’m getting Raph back.”

“What?”

“I’m getting him back. Now leave me alone. I have work to do.”

It’s the beginning of August, still hot enough that Leo is sweating under his mask, even this late at night. Crouched on the edge of a roof across from the Natural History Museum, he feels sticky and antsy, despite the cool breeze that skims across his shoulders. His brothers flank him, watching the museum with bored attention. There’s no sign of movement inside, which is the first problem with this whole scenario, but Leo has it on good authority (namely: Donnie and his scanner and his Big Book of Bad Guy Codes— though he does find it strange that Donnie’s scanner predicted a crime, instead of reporting one in progress like it normally does) that Hypno is somewhere inside.

It’d been Leo’s idea to storm the place and stop the theft before it even happened, but he’d been shot down by the All-Knowing Raph, keeper and holder of tight assery and leadership, despite Leo’s new title of two months (seven weeks and two days, but who’s counting?), bestowed upon him by the most noble of fathers, Splinter of the Hamato Clan, in a terribly timed declaration on a rooftop just like this one, mere days after their final clash with the Shredder (Mad Dogs: 3, Shredder: 0, but again, who’s counting?). Raph is convinced that Leo isn’t taking this seriously, which is ridiculous, because Leo is the epitome of seriousness. He’s the one who’s usually right in situations like this, but Raph has it in his head that it’s better to retrieve whatever they stole after the theft.

Something something all-powerful artifacts, something something they can evaluate if it’s worth returning to the museum, something something he saw the Foot Clan lurking around on their way up, so they might be involved. Something something, look Leo, the sign on the door says super cursed!

This is all to say that Leo is feeling all sorts of antsy and uncomfortable with this mission. But he was outvoted. Since when is this a democracy, anyway?

“For the record, this is a bad idea,” Leo says, and then smacks Donnie on the back of his battle shell. “Are you recording? Did you get that? When this is over and I’m right, it needs to be clear that I was against this from the beginning.”

Donnie shoves him away with one hand, the other pressing to the side of his goggles. There’s a slight whirring sound as they extend in their zoom function. “Yes, it is becoming increasingly clear that when we look back on this moment, everyone will be in agreement that you’re an incorrigible annoyance.”

“An incorrigible annoyance who’s right—”

“Will you two focus?” Raph’s voice hisses, and Leo turns to glare at him. He’s crouched nearby, watching the building that they know Hypno is going to come crashing out of. “We need a plan,” he continues, pushing himself up to his feet. Next to him, Mikey nods, focused, while Donnie’s goggles continue to buzz.

“We need to think about this,” Leo argues, crossing his arms. “Since when is Donnie’s scanner this accurate and ahead of the game? This could be—”

“Since I updated it,” Donnie grumbles.

“This could be a trap,” Leo finishes. (He knows it’s not. He knows that this was pre-ordained; he’d written it in his journal at 2:17 this morning. Museum break-in, them stopping it. How they would stop it has yet to reveal itself, but he knows it’ll come to him as it happens. He’ll step outside of himself, like he has multiple times this week, a disassociated ghost watching the world tilt under him. Nauseous too, and dizzy eventually, feeling off—like someone came into the lair and shuffled everything a little to the left, shins banging, stumbling over himself as he fails to connect the ghosts of the visions with the present fast enough.)

“Take this seriously, Leo,” Raph returns, and it feels a little incongruous, but still familiar. Raph’s hard, impatient, worried glare strikes something in Leo’s chest, and he has a moment where he feels a little motion sick with the familiarity; the world tips and slides out from under him, just there, as he watches Raph’s fists clench.

“I am taking this seriously,” Leo says, grasping, grasping, for the slithery, oiled snake of logic. “Why are you—”

The doors to the museum smash open with an incredible spray of glass, and the Action News van skids into the road. Pedestrians dive out the way, screaming, and Leo watches it, can trace its path up Third Avenue, and doesn’t wince as it careens through a red light.

They take off after it, all arguments forgotten. Leo, Mikey, and Raph jump the gaps between buildings easily, like when they were little and leapt between chalked squares of hopscotch, while Donnie zooms after them in his jetpack. Leo’s body knows this path, and he barely has to think as he stretches his stride, plants his feet, lands hard on his toes and heels. They’re keeping up with the van—but not for long.

“We have to stick together,” Raph mutters, glancing sideways at Leo as they leap again. Mikey almost misses the jump but manages to grab the edge of the building and flip himself up to his feet. “Right, Leo?” Raph continues as Mikey catches up.

The van, despite its speed, hasn’t managed any further distance. If anything, they’ve gained on it, which makes Leo’s eyes narrow. He’s supposed to do something flashy here. He’s supposed to show off, because he’s the leader but he doesn’t want to be; he’s supposed to fuck up and get the Key (the what?) and lose it and cause the i̵̛͕ṅ̷̖ḁ̶̿s̵͓̏ị̷̿ǫ̶̏n̶̥̆.

His vision whites out, for just a second, and he stumbles. Donnie catches him, pushes him back up to his feet without a word, with impossibly fast reflexes, and Leo finds his stride again. He forces himself to focus.

“I have déjà vu,” Leo huffs, instead of answering Raph’s question directly. “Don’t you guys have déjà vu? We’ve been here before.”

“Again?” Mikey demands.

“We’ve been over this,” Donnie cuts in, the only one who isn’t short of breath. “Déjà vu is just your brain recognizing patterns and creating false memories—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever!” Leo waves his hands. “Or maybe it’s real memories! We’ve done this before! Look!”

Ahead of them, the avenue stretches forever, and the van bowls ever forward. They leap another gap, and the van jumps forward to match their distance.

“How are we keeping up?” Leo demands. It comes to him in a flash, spooling out in front of him: the van barreling down Third, Donnie and Mikey, maneuver twelve, Donnie and some one-liner about his mystic tech, the van careering out of control, Raph crushing the front of the van, the thing they stole flying out of Hypno’s hands, Raph catching it, Leo staying back like a good boy, the day is saved, they go home, all is normal and right in the world.

Except, it’s really, really not.

“We don’t have time for this!” Raph cries. “Leo, figure yourself out. Donnie, Mikey—maneuver twelve.”

“On it!”

Donnie and Mikey speed away, and Leo and Raph continue at their forward pelt, watching as Donnie whips Mikey toward the van. The roof explodes, van cut in half by Mikey’s blazing nunchaku, and Leo feels the world tilt again—in time with the déjà vu

It’s happening like every time. The other day, Donnie knocked a glass off the counter, and Leo saw the spray of glass before his elbow made contact. Leo kicked a portal under it and caught the glass with a smooth, magician’s flourish, eliciting applause from Mikey and a confused, worried look from Donnie. A couple hours later, Raph laid a trap across the entrance to the TV room—an entry in the ever-evolving and never-ending prank war—and Leo easily side stepped it, knowing exactly where the bags of flour hung, ready to tip onto the first sucker who dared cross the threshold. Mikey, who was just behind him, froze as the bag landed on his head with a dull thud, a dusting of flour fluttering around him, and the unholy screech he released when he saw the bag, the expensive logo, was enough to bring Donnie out of his lab, where Leo leaned against him as they watched Mikey skitter up the walls like a molting bug, Raph trying to reason with him but unable to because he was laughing too hard.

And, as Leo watched, he blinked, and there was a flash, and he saw Mikey, flinging mystic chains at monsters as the world lit up in orange flames. And Raph, shoving himself backwards across the gritty, destroyed asphalt, watching Mikey with terrified, hopeful, worried eyes. A pink hound launched itself at Raph, and Mikey launched himself at it, and Leo blinked again and it was just Mikey, coated in white, flying at Raph to deliver a three-star hurricane straight to his huge dome.

And those are the easy visions. That doesn’t touch the bad ones. Usually, they’re reserved for dreams, but, lately, they’ve been eking out into Leo’s waking life.

Like now. He knows exactly how this will go now. It’ll end with Raph holding the idol, triumphant, and Leo scurrying after him, contrite, proven wrong. And nothing will go wrong. There will be no i̵̛͕n̸̛̹v̷̖̇ḁ̶̿s̵͓̏ị̷̿ǫ̶̏n̶̥̆.

He’s getting a little tired of nothing going wrong though. How does he stop it? How does he change it?

“Prepare to be Donnie’d by my mystic tech,” Leo mutters, voice blending with Donnie’s, small and staticky from the communicator built into their wrists. The line comes out in stereo, both from Leo’s mouth and from Donnie’s line of the comms, and Raph nearly trips as he glances at Leo, wide-eyed.

“How did you—”

The van careens out of control as it swerves to dodge Donnie’s energy wall, and Leo knows then that they’re out of time. The thing they stole—

The Key, a voice he doesn’t recognize supplies from the back of his head.

The Key can’t get away, and it’s Raph’s turn in this strange song and dance. Leo knows exactly how this will have to go now, can see it play out in third person, knows exactly where he needs to land to catch it.

He portals away.

Raph plays his part well, as if compelled, despite his confusion. He flies into the air, smashes down onto the front of the van, and the Key—the idol—the thing flips through the air.

Raph leaps again, but Leo knows that he has to be the one to catch it. He can hear the idol as it climbs its arc, the slight swish, can see its trajectory, knows how this once went: Raph, catching it, Leo, portal-chopping his mystic arm, the idol, clattering to the ground.

Wait. Portal chop?

Leo intercepts Raph’s jump before the red light of his mystic projection can touch the Key. A portal opens in front of him, and he tears through it with an aborted yell of surprise. Leo is breaking the script—he’s supposed to let Raph grab it and keep it; that’s the correct steps in this equation, but he pushes against the impulse and, swallowing down how sick he feels to be breaking the rules, launches himself forward, slides across the asphalt, and snags the Key before it hits the ground.

The nausea passes.

He releases the Key, allowing it to fumble. It’s a split-second decision, but the déjà vu is too strong. He’s supposed to hold onto it, according to the force compelling him, hold onto it don’t let the Foot get it stop the i̵̛͕ṅ̷̖ḁ̶̿s̵͓̏ị̷̿ǫ̶̏n̶̥̆, so he lets it go.

There’s a slight flash, a jump-cut of vision, and the key teleports from its short plummet.

Right back into Leo’s hand.

[Read the rest on AO3.]

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #rise movie spoilers #rottmnt movie spoilers #ashe talks #ashe writes #long post #i told you guys i would get a proper post up eventually #chapter 2 is live now but i'm gonna let chapter 1 live here on tumblr in its entirety #fic: time capsule

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ash-arts-a-thing · 7 months

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Wondering if I should just cut the note up until multiple posts because it’s already becoming a bit hefty between individual character notes for Pinocchio, Carlo and Romeo, plus the chapters

And I’m not even done doing everything for chapter 2 yet. I just don’t want the finish post to be five miles long, Especially since when you reblog something it doesn’t keep the ‘read more’ cut in the post

#not art #ash speaks #update: my girlfriend suggested I break it up into multiple posts #I don’t want a ‘do you like the colour of the sky?’ problem with this post #so I’ll have most of not all character notes in one post and 1-4 chapters in another

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coeluvr · 1 year

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Oh by the way chapter 2 has been finished writing and now is in editing, I've been overwhelmed with real life so I haven't picked the beta testers yet but I will probably be messaging people in the next few days so that's that

As always I'm excited and nervous about the new chapter but mainly excited 🥰 it has 33k words and I just hope the feedback my editor gives me doesn't make me go over 35k 🫠 That would feel like too much to me but yay for content!

Thank you for your support and patience! 💗

#coe is not writing #ANYMORE BECAUSE YAY #except I'll be rewriting prologue + chapter 1 because some scenes feel too short #crown of ashes and flames #crownofashesandflames #crownofashesandflames if #interactive fiction #interactive story

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shima-draws · 1 year

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I’m really torn with what I want to see happen in the epilogue miniseries…on one hand getting a timeskip and seeing Ash grown up would be really interesting. On the other hand sometimes timeskips are cheesy and if they confirm any Ash-centric ships as canon I will riot. Yes I know I’m all about shipping but HONESTLY I would much rather them leave that aspect of Ash’s life ambiguous;; I really like the idea of Ash’s story arc being a “never-ending journey” kind of thing. So that viewers can just…interpret what happens to him in their own way rather than having it be outright stated. And this kid can go on adventures forever because there’s not a solid ending to his storyline

#Basically what I’m hinting at—I’m gonna say it outright here.#If they confirm Amo//shipping as canon I’m going to be so fucking angry. I’m going to lose my mind entirely #Please please PLEASE anything but that. I’d even be fine with Pokeshipping #Anyway that’s my one (1) fear for this #Shima speaks #Pokemon #Pokeani #Ash Ketchum #Satoshi #Honestly tho I’m kinda shocked I’m not more sad about this?#I mean it’s definitely very bittersweet.#I grew up watching Pokemon and watching Ash grow as a person #This kid has been around for as long as I’ve been alive!! That is Insane #Feels like a chapter of my life is ending. Idk how to emotionally process lol #I’m sure once the epilogue hits and I watch it I’ll be sobbing like a fucking baby #But for now I’m just kinda. Yeah. This is good. Good for him

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asummersday · 11 months

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i need everyone to remember this conversation between leo and raph takes place AFTER leo gets cursed btw

#dont even worry about it :))#it definitely wont be coming up later :)))#ik i already put in an offscreen patrol scene in ashes #but in chapter 6 we get to actually see it happen!! :3 #this is from chapter 1 literally right after leos cursed #whoops #summer post #ataimw

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brickwall1yrics · 9 months

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Bachelorette - Ashe

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volfoss · 15 days

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when i get yoshida for everything that she did in banana fish and now yashaaaaa

#twist rambles #ME FOOLISHLY: this one wont be as bad ^_^ surely shes grown and changed after this!! (she has not)#like it sjust. the same issues over and over and like. again i wnt to like it bc unfortunately she can write semi decent characters but #u kind of have to dig for it? like idk im reminded of ash a lot. and yasha is doing the same things that she did in bf w ash just like. les #vile/poorly handled homophobia (i mean. t slur chapter 1 is kind of the shit she pulled a lot in bf so im not shocked). its just god. im #getting ash out of thereeeee and it just feels the same here in every way.

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wikitpowers · 4 months

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[REMINDER] we are getting all these!!!

AND I'M SO FREAKING EXCITED AHHHHH

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trashedump · 4 months

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oh yeah i’m playing xenoblade 3

first impression: to me noah is just felix with slightly different trauma

#his hair reminds me so much of hopes felix i can’t stop thinking abt it jfkshfksj #anyway i’ve technically gotten past chapter 1 i think but it was on my friend’s game #i just got my own copy today and started over lmao #ashe plays xc3

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lolipop-eevee · 1 year

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Pokemon Lumiose Academy

Chapter 1

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(Your Pov)

I was running as fast as I could trying to catch the bus to my new school, I thought for sure I was going to miss it, but when I got there I was 10 minutes early, that was good. I was almost always late, but that was something that I wanted to change when I got to my new school. New school, new me! It was a boarding school, it was my first time going to one and I was really nervous, but I knew one of my friends from middle school was going to be there, her name was Misty. I wasn't sure if anyone else from my class had gotten excepted, but I was still really excited. Now it was 5 minutes until the bus came. Since it's a boarding school I'm going to have to share a dorm with someone, right? That would be exciting, I hope we become friends. 3 minutes until the bus comes. If all the students are living in the school, does that mean I can get up later since I can just walk to the school building for classes instead of having to drive or take the bus? No, I'd probably still have to get up early for breakfast. Now there was less than a minute before the bus was scheduled to arrive. Just as it was pulling up, someone came running up to me. I looked over to see...

"Hey Y/n, how are you?" asked the honey blonde girl when she reached me.

"Serena?!" I said.

"Yeah, that's me" said my friend since kindergarten.

"It's so great to see you!" I said. "But wait, what are you doing here?"

"Getting on the bus to school" she said.

"Cool, so the rhyhorn racing school is in the same direction as my school?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm not going to rhyhorn racing school anymore" Serena explained.

"You're not? Then where are you going?" I was confused, Serena's mom had been very insistent telling her she had to go to rhyhorn racing school to further her career as a rhyhorn racer.

"I'm going to Lumiose Academy" Serena said.

"What? No way! That's where I'm going!" I exclaimed in excitement. "But how did you get your mom to let you? Last time I checked she was dead set on you being a rhyhorn racer"

"Well, I showed her the school's record, and after I got accepted she couldn't say no"

"That's amazing! I can't believe you're going to the same school as me!"

"I know, we're going to have so much fun together"

"Um..... are you getting on?" asked the bus driver.

"Oh, yeah, we are, sorry" I said as we both got on the bus.

We found seats next to each other and talked the whole way there. I thought I would be nervous on this bus ride, but I felt just fine. I guess having your friend to talk to really helps a lot when it comes to nerves. The bus parked in front of our new school and we got off.

"Wow, look at this place, it's huge!" Serena said as soon as she saw the school, I had to agree it looked pretty gigantic.

"How are we going to find our way around?" I wondered.

"I hope this place has maps" Serena said as she started walking up the path.

"Yeah, otherwise we'll get lost for sure" I said following her.

We went up the path, other students were mingling everywhere on the grounds, I guess school hadn't officially started yet. Then I felt someone tackle-hug me from behind.

"Ahwhoisitwhatdoyouwantwhyareyoutacklingme?!" I yelled as I fell to the ground.

"Sorry" the person said as they helped me up. Wait, I knew that voice.

"Misty?" I asked.

"Hi Y/n" my other friend said as soon as I was back on my feet.

"Hi, it's so good to see you!" I said. "How long have you been here?"

"Few hours"

"Has anything interesting happened?"

"No, not really"

"Have you seen your dorm?"

"Not yet"

"Does this place have maps?"

"Just got an app for it"

"Do you know when the welcoming ceremony is?"

"30 minutes"

"30 minutes?!"

"Yup"

"We better get going!"

"Yeah, can't be late"

"Nope"

"Let's go"

Me and Misty started to walk to the main building when we heard Serena clearing her throat behind us.

"What is it Serena, you're coming to, right?" I asked.

Serena didn't answer, she just glared at Misty, and Misty glared back. Drat. I thought they were over this. We stood there for a few minutes in tense silence until I finally said "What's wrong" I already knew what was wrong, but I had to break the silence somehow.

"What's wrong is my best friend and my worst enemy are still friends" said Serena.

"Likewise" said Misty.

I sighed. "Come on guys, it's a new school, can't you get a fresh start? Please?"

"How could I ever forget about what she did to me?" Serena said offended.

"What I did to you?" said Misty almost yelling. "I honestly can not understand why Y/n hangs out with you when you're such a bi—"

I cut Misty off before she finished the sentence but we all knew what she had been about to say. "Maybe you would be able to understand more if I actually knew what was happening"

"Well she's still a—"

This time Serena cut Misty off "Maybe we should get to the assembly hall"

"Yes, the assembly hall" I said "Misty, you said you had an app? Could you show us where it is?"

Misty nodded, pulled out her phone, and started walking in a direction, me and Serena followed her. Eventually we came to the assembly hall. We all took our seats and the principle came up on stage to give the welcoming speech.

"Hello everyone, welcome to the Lumiose Academy. I am Oak and..."

I stopped paying attention, this was the basic welcoming speech all principles did. I'd heard it before. I started worrying about my two friends sitting on either side of me. What if they got in a fight? Would I have to choose sides? And if I did, what side would I choose? It's all so confusing! I wish I knew why they hated each other in the first place. I'm they're best friend, they should tell me these things. I was about to lean over and ask, but just then the principle ended his speech and Misty stood up.

"I'm going to find my dorm, nice to see you Y/n" she said before walking off.

"We should go to" Serena said standing up.

I didn't respond.

"Y/n?" Serena asked.

"Huh?" I snapped out of my thoughts.

"I was just saying we should go find our dorms" Serena repeated.

"Oh, yeah, we should" I said, I got up and followed out of the main building and into the one where we would find our dorms.

"So which one is yours?" I asked.

"Number 138" Serena answered. "And you're in number 204"

"Dang, I wish we could have been in the same one" I sighed.

"That would have been nice, but at least this way we get to meet new people" Serena said.

"I guess" I said.

"Oh, here I am" said Serena pointing at her dorm. "See you around Y/n"

(Serena's pov)

I said goodbye to Y/n in the hallway and went into my dorm, and I couldn't believe who I saw sitting on one of the beds. "Please tell me this isn't your dorm" I said.

"Why are you in here?" Misty asked.

"Um, this is my dorm. What are you doing in here?" I asked.

"This is my dorm" Misty said.

I couldn't believe this was happening, this couldn't be real, the world doesn't hate me this much does it? "No, it's not your dorm, it's my dorm" I said, very annoyed.

Misty just rolled her eyes at me and went back to staring at her phone, I went to put my things on the other bed. We were just going to have to make the best of it.

(Your pov)

"Yeah, see ya" I said to Serena as she went into her room and kept walking down the hall looking for my dorm. I walked in circles for a while until I finally downloaded that app Misty was talking about and I found my dorm a little after.

"Well, here I am" I said standing in front of dorm room number 204. I pushed the door open and took my first look at the room I would be spending the next few years of my life sleeping in. I put my bags on the bed closer to the wall and looked at my surroundings.

I smiled and flopped down onto the bed, I was really excited to start high school! I wondered who I'd share a dorm with, I hoped she was nice. But my peace didn't last long cause just after I had claimed my bed a blue haired girl stumbled through the door with a piplup under her feet, tripping her. She fell face first on the floor and dropped all the bags she was carrying.

"Oh Arceas, are you ok?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I think..." the girl responded.

I helped her up and we picked up her bags together. "So... um..." I said realizing I didn't know her name.

"Oh, I'm Dawn. Dawn Berlitz" she said holding out her hand. I shook it.

"I'm Y/n L/n, nice to meet you Dawn!" I introduced myself.

We finished picking up her bags while her piplup ran around my room. "So Dawn, what is your piplup doing out of it's pokeball?" I asked, I think I had heard the principle mention something about pokemon not being allowed out of they're pokeballs in the halls.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that. You're allowed to have your pokemon out of they're pokeballs in your dorm and since we were almost there I decided yo let piplup out and..." she trailed off.

"Wait, this is your dorm?" I asked.

"Yeah, number 204, why?"

"Cool, this is my dorm to!" I said.

"Nice! So Y/n, do you have a pokemon?" Dawn asked.

"Yeah, only one. Come on out!" I said tossing a pokeball into the air and my female pikachu came out.

"Awwwww, so cute!" Dawn said giving Pikachu a pat.

"So Dawn, do you know anyone else here at this school?" I asked.

"Other then you, no. What about you?"

"Yeah, I have two friends"

"Cool, can I meet them some time?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Great!"

"I'm tired" I yawned.

"Yeah, me to, let's get to bed. We need our beauty sleep for our first school day tomorrow" Dawn said digging around in one of her bags for some pajamas.

That's right, we had school tomorrow. I was going to be staring classes at the most well known school in the Kalos region. I couldn't wait!

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Ok, so that was the first chapter of my new book. I know it might not be any good, but I really wanted to make a high school series so here it is. I’m writing this series with my friend DaphneStar, so go check her out, she’s super awesome! Please let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions please don't hesitate to share.

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