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ethien · 2 years

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Homesickness

Fandom: Pokémon Legends Arceus

Contains: mention of family/friends/stable life - emotional thoughts - so mostly emotional comfort I guess (?)

Words: 1.936

You were glad for your job. It allowed you to be more outside of the village, just the nature, the Pokémon and you. You had no idea when it starts. Jubilife Village made you…uncomfortable. It is not the villagers, their weird behavior nor the research team or the commander. It was just…the life itself.

Everyday waking up and walking through the streets. Husbands waving goodbye to their wives, children playing with each other. Merchants praising their new goods, some talks between villagers. The sun rising up and down, giving the village a warm atmosphere, just a little image of the upcoming town in the future. It…sicken you.

Every laugh of playing children reminds you of the times with your siblings. Siblings you would never see again.

Every wife yelling at her husband reminds you of the funny little bickering from your parents. Parents you would never see again.

Life back there was also hard like in Hisui. Still, it did not hurt so much being away of your whole existence. You had family. You had friends. Your life was stable. The atmosphere was stable.

You had nothing here. You are force to work for the research team because many people blamed you for the rages of the nobles. You had to solve problems from people you do not even like. It was only you – without any ways for own decision.

In the nature, you were a bit for yourself. No images reminding you of your past life. In addition, no one who would hear your little cries in the night. Only your Pokémon could snuggle at you for cheering up. You just wanted to be back home. Back in the arms of your friends and family. Back at the place where the people cherish you.

On this night, you were at a base camp in the mire lands. The guard did not pay much attention to you, so you snuggled more into the fur of your Pokémon. You ate not much, so you were a bit hungry. Nevertheless, the camp had nothing left. The campfire spends a little warm just for not freezing. You would do everything to change this into a loving hug from your family, in a warm and comfortable environment. They would prepare a light meal; you would talk and laugh together. However, you were laying on a hard ground; the only comfortable was the fur. Sleep was not an option now while the thoughts of the past haunted you.

It was the best option to leave the camp. You could not sleep and the guard seemed not very attached of your company – he even said nothing when you left. The night was dangerous, a lot of ghost Pokémon were around. However, it was for your mind easier to challenge them than the thoughts. Well, that is what you thought.

At the end, they chased you over the lands, the mud, the grass, the water. To say you look like shit was an understatement. The base camp was too far away, so you had to stick with your current appearance. It was not the first time, so you were okay with it.

“Are you alright?”

A man approached you – you assumed him as a guard. However, his cloths were quite different to the one of the research team. Maybe someone from a clan?

You only nod, not really in a mood of talking. He scanned you what made you a bit uncomfortable.

“You were chased around by the Pokémon?”

You nod again.

“Well, you are lucky they chased you this way. The settlement is not far from here. I will accompany you. Then I can ask someone to help you. You must be tired walking around this late.”

The tiredness in your bones suddenly infected your whole body, so you yawned as a response. Still, you were a bit hesitant. You were not used to such kindness. He seemed to notice this.

“Don’t worry, I mean it. You seemed in a situation for help, so it is natural for us to help. We are all family living here, so we should help each other.”

Slightly touched by the words, you followed the guard to the settlement. The settlement belongs to the diamond-clan. Some tents, a big stone in the middle. Nothing special. However, it felt more welcoming than the village.

A woman approached you, scanning you in your sorry state.

“I found them at the beginning of the way to the settlement. It would be better they rest here for the night,” he said. Then, she turned to you.

“And you are?”

“[Y/N]”

“Ah, it’s you,” she started while you thought how she would know you. You had never saw her. “He has told us about you. So, let me show you around”

Still confused, you followed the woman. She showed you the campfire, the important tents for meetings, the bathhouse and the tents for guests.

“Just wait here, I am looking for some spare cloths you can have for the night. Then, you can bath and give your current into the laundry. I promise it will be clean in the morning.”

You waited outside the bathhouse some minutes after she returned with clothes. It was just a simple plain blue kimono. You could easily use it for the night. With a light thank you, you went into the bathhouse. The hot water smoothed your tired bones. You had no idea where it came from…but you felt the first time in a long time…save and secured. You still could not ask the woman whom she meant with him. You really wanted to thank this person. People did not judge you; they welcomed you like a long-lost sibling.

You went out of the tube, dried yourself and put on the kimono. You went out with your other cloths, and met the woman again.

“There you are” she said and immediately took your cloths. She went with it to the mentioned laundry, and then she turned her attention back to you.

“You must be hungry after this long day. I know it is a bit late for food. However, you cannot go to bed while you are starving.”

Your stomach decided to answer, and you let the woman drag you to the campfire. It felt a bit like an overprotective mother. She handed you some leftovers. Some little rice balls. They had a simple taste, nothing spectacular. Better than anything you got in the village. After the meal, she nearly dragged you into one of the guest tents, waved you a good night. Then, you were alone.

You were bath, dressed; you got a light meal and shelter. Since you arrived in the settlement, you get a treatment as an already established member of a huge family. Warm, welcoming, friendly. It reminds you of old times when you get home late. After yelling, your mother started pampering you like before. It saddens a bit because you knew you would never see her again. Still, it felt nearly the same but was not the same. It felt new to you. A new feeling of…being home.

The bed looked a bit rusty – however, it was one of the most comfortable beds. The tiredness went over you, and soon – you were sound asleep. You dreamed a calm dream. With no fears or sicken thoughts. Warm, protected and loved.

With the first sunlight into your face, you wake up. At first, you were a bit confused where you are – then the occasions from the night replayed in your head. You found your clothes washed in a bag at the door. You took them and changed into them. You exited the tent and scanned the surroundings. It was early in the morning. However, life already started. Some people doing chores, other started preparing breakfast. Children chased around each other. Everyone seemed confident with their living. They waved you a friendly good morning. No stares, no judging.

“Good morning [Y/N]!”

A red-haired woman approached you. From the voice you heard, she should be the one who helped you yesterday.

“Morning…hmm…”

“Oh, did I really forget mention my name? It’s Arezu.”

“Morning Arezu. Thanks for…yesterday” you said a bit hesitant. You were touched by everything. Still confused, too. Maybe almost overwhelmed.

“You are family – so don’t thank. It’s natural!” Moreover, she dragged you to the campfire where some other members preparing breakfast. Everyone waved you, others just yawned a bit. However, still smiling. It was really like a huge family.

“Where is Adaman? I hope he knew breakfast is almost ready” Arezu asked someone while you just sat there. Now with his name, you remembered him. On a strange occasion, you two become friends. He was one of the few in Hisui who were not such jackass to you. Friendly, curious, a bit forward with actions. However, always caring for the people and Pokémon. He also offered you after your first…weird encounter that you were always welcomed at his place. He did not lie about that fact.

Someone just pushed a bowl into your hand. There was already rice in it. So, it would be some stew with…rice? Interesting combination you had to admit. By the time the cooking was ready, the leader appeared. You were occupied in the whole scenario with all the people meeting and just…breakfast that you did not hear how he just sat next to you.

“Ah, there you are” Arezu said, sit on the other side next to you. “I just thought you would skip it because you were nowhere to found.”

You were a bit confused to who she talked to when you followed her glaze. You shrieked a bit by the sitting male next to you.

“Morning [Y/N]! I hope, you slept well”

“Morning…Adaman” you said a bit quiet and shy. “Yeah, I have.” It was way too early for you to hold longer conversations. You still had to process the feelings you got with the others at the settlement. And you did not want to be overwhelmed by them, and causing the people to worry about you.

“I see…not really a morning person?”

You nod. You were glad he just said it like that. You already knew he had a sense of reading people. And it was a touchy topic, he already experienced that with your first meeting. Adaman would surely not forget how you yelled at him.

Then, he only laughed. “Well…there are plenty of benefits to wake up early. Like enjoying the rising sun, smelling the fresh air.”

“And enjoying breakfast together” Arezu adds. “I am glad we managed it today. How funny you showed up in the night, so you can now participate as our guest”

She smiled brightly at you, so as Adaman. You looked around. Some were tired like you, some were as cheerful as the red-head next to you. The children waited a bit impatient at the meal. Some members helped the elders getting a good seat around the campfire. It was all lovely, heart-warming and respectfully. They treated everyone as family – even without blood relation.

“It’s really like…a huge family” you said while watching the mentioned sun-rising. It was indeed a beautiful view. Even when the cold air wasn’t really a thing you would enjoy. You could get used to this view.

“We ARE a family” Adaman stated. “And you are also a part of it. You can come anytime you want to. Your diamond family has always their arms open for you”.

This was the first day where you did not feel homesickness for your world. You felt…home. You finally found a home…and a loving family.

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inkskinned · 5 months

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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

#spilled ink #warm up #“why did u tag it warm up” bc i wrote it off the cuff while drinkin coffee lol #btw the 30 dollar buy in for the dog walking is bc they pay the organizer a small pittance so she can #run fb ads and stuff and like she does put in a lot of work i don't mind paying her #but that's exactly what im fucking talking about like.#ppl can't afford to volunteer their time anymore and we all understand it!!! everything costs money for everyone!#like we didn't have to use to say ''do you mind paying me back for the stuff we ate''#we used to be able to afford to feed our friends once in a while!!!

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