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mysticalibra1994 · 8 months

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Pokemon, Japan, and Neurodivergency

So, ever since I heard (recently) about Satoshi Tajiri having a special interest in collecting bugs (and is confirmed to have autism), this got my interest piqued for the new game(s) of Pokemon (mostly Violet for personal reasons). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You see, ever since my diagnosis of ADHD as a little kid, it felt like I was the last person on Earth who had it. However, when she was alive, my mom was the only person who understood what I was going through during my struggles.

From before to middle school, I was medicated for it. But, ever since they increased the mg on it, I had my first dizzy spell in my middle school library. When I told my mom about it, she weaned me off of it. Ever since I lost her at age 12, it felt like someone hit a huge reset button and I had to start my life all over. High school wasn't easy with it, either. It felt like I only had one nice teacher; my History teacher. Of course, this may be a bias due to History being one of my favorite subjects (Art and Reading). But I believe that it's more than that, I had a teacher who never berated me for showing signs of ADHD.

Unfortunately, I had to change schools because the staff knew that I was struggling, but they didn't do anything to help. Of course, I've felt saddened having to say goodbyes to my friends, but what's done is done...

During my first enrollment in this new school, I was a little nervous and afraid that it would be a repeat... But it wasn't! I actually felt accepted! No, more than that. I felt normal without even trying... My own version of "normal". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now, you may be wondering "What does this have anything to do with Pokemon Violet?". Well, it has something to do with the headcanons of the students being neurodivergent.

1.) Nemona - There are some headcanons of her being on the spectrum because battling is her hyperfixation and she simply wants to share it with the people she truly cares about. Also, she may have some physical therapy for her arm due to her brace/compression glove.

2.) Arven - "He's off in a flash, the second something new crosses his mind". Stop me if that sounds familiar... Also (depending on the version of the game), he has mother/father issues and his Pokemon/dog being sick/injured (and maybe at that age...), we could tell that he truly cares deeply for his emotional support Pokemon...

3.) Florian/Julianna - Since we're playing as these characters, who's to say that they're not as neurodivergent as us?

In fact, who's to say that Naranja/Uva University has the majority of neurodivergent students with understanding/supportive staff?

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Now for something serious...

In Japan, having an open and honest discussion of the importance of mental health is considered taboo. Instead, they have a store that sells syringe charm necklaces, pill capsule earrings, and T-shirts with words like "Sweet Death" or "Please, Help me!" in Kanji and pastel glitter. The main reason why they refuse to talk about it is to "save face" (or "to avoid embarrassment"). Think about how it was never easy to bring up our neurodivergencies to others...

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With all of that set in mind, I believe that playing video games that have support characters with unspoken neurodivergent behaviors and main characters who fit into the "silent protagonist" trope is the only way for people like us (neurodivergent people who are afraid to ask for help due to personal reasons) to escape the harsh realities of the fact that we KNOW that the world isn't made for people like us.

#Pokemon Violet #The concept of the origin of Pokemon #Nemona #Arven #MCs #Florian #Julianna #Asking for help can be a challenge...#But you're never alone #rant/vent #A little bit of infodumping #tw: mental health #tw: mention of meds and syringes #tw: mention of death

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banannabethchase · 3 months

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Mine (Past and Present) - also on AO3

Julia confronts Anna after she chokes out Skye on Dynamite, and everything goes differently than Julia had planned.

…Oops all angst.

Julia tears through the locker room until she gets to Anna, in the middle of getting changed.

“What the hell?” Anna asks.

She even looks pretty when she’s startled. Julia hates it.

“What did you do to my girl?” Julia snarls, stepping into Anna’s space.

Anna’s never lorded her height over Julia like this before, never made Julia feel…small. Julia shivers and pretends it’s cold in the room.

“What,” Julia says again, and Anna’s not backing down. Why isn’t Anna backing down? “What did you do to Skye?” The memory of Skye on the couch of their locker room, eyes glazed. It’s etched in Julia’s mind.

“I choked her out on live television,” Anna replies. At least Julia’s got her back up against the wall. “And I made her tap.” She glares down at Julia, blue eyes reminding her of what she once got to see in the mornings. “You don’t own her, Julia.”

Julia takes a step back. “Don’t you dare.”

Anna shakes her head, and Julia feels horror crawl up her spine as she realizes she’s stepping back away and is now the one backed into the wall. “I let you in,” and there’s an ache behind those words, “for the first time since losing – ” she chokes up, and Julia sees tears Anna never used to admit were below the surface, “since losing Brodie, and you left.” She leans down, pressing her forehead to Julia’s. “I was always yours, Julia. Always. Until…” She trails off, turning her head. “I feel bad for Skye. She’ll never know she was your second choice.” She exhales, and Julia feels strangled. “She’ll never know she’ll always just be a thing to you.”

It's automatic how Julia tilts her head up and meets Anna’s lips with her own. She didn’t mean to. She didn’t expect it to hurt like this.

Anna slides her hand up Julia’s neck into her hair. That’s Julia’s job. But, instead, Julia’s pinned by Anna’s presence against the wall, suddenly filled with an ache so deep it feels dug out of her.

It’s too familiar.

She shoves Anna away, with a little too much behind it. Malakai won’t be happy, but she had to. “Get away from me,” she says.

Anna shrugs. “Yeah. Like you always do.” She walks away with strength in her spine Julia’s not familiar with.

Anger seething, she storms back to her locker room. Skye’s at least sitting up now.

“Take off your gear,” Julia demands.

Skye blinks. “Sure, but are you okay?”

“Take off,” Julia repeats, staring Skye down, “your gear.”

“Damn, okay,” Skye says, a nervous chuckle. She strips off her clothes.

“Shower,” Julia says.

“And your…?”

“No,” Julia says. She takes off her hat, though, and gingerly places it on top of her suitcase. “Shower.”

Skye walks in and Julia locks her eyes on Skye’s perfect ass.

All hers.

She steps into the shower and doesn’t balk at the chill. It warms quickly, and Skye tips her head back and lets the warm heat wash over her. Julia watches as the makeup runs down Skye’s face, black streaks down her cheeks. The dark shadow curves around Skye’s full lips. “Come here.”

Skye steps into Julia’s space and feels perfectly around her. Julia starts with a hand on Skye’s waist, then trails it up her warm body as the water soaks into her gear. The weight of it makes her feel strong as she pushes Skye to the wall.

“Leg,” Julia commands. With flexibility that makes Julia shiver, Skye swings her leg up to rest on Julia’s shoulder. “Beautiful.”

Skye is panting, cheeks flushed red under black, and Julia takes in the moment. This, right now, right here, is hers. Skye is open, wanting for her, slick with water and more as Julia reaches between Skye’s legs.

“Whose is this?” Julia asks, leaning in to nip at Skye’s jaw. She barely teases her fingers at Skye’s folds, pulling them away as Skye twitches her hips forward. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” Skye breathes. “Julia, please?”

“Who do you belong to?” Julia asks. She presses her lips to Skye’s, sure to make sure she can swallow Skye’s answer.

“You,” Skye repeats. “Mistress, please.”

“There you go.” Julia slides her tongue into Skye’s mouth, probing promises of what might come next, and swipes her fingers until she can quickly circle Skye’s swollen clit. She pulls away and grins when she hears a hitch in Skye’s breath. “Beg me.”

“I am,” Skye whispers. “I need it, Mistress, please. I need your fingers. Fuck me with them.” Her pretty eyes stare into Julia’s. “Mark me.”

“I already have, sweetheart,” Julia says. “You want more of it?”

Skye nods frantically, water flying everywhere. “I want – I –” She starts to falter, eyes flickering all over Julia’s face. “All of it.”

Julia slides her fingers into Skye, a reward for being so honest. “Good girl,” Julia murmurs. She starts slowly, two fingers in and out. “What else do you want?”

“I want everyone to know,” Skye pleads, rolling her hips. “I want everyone to know you own me.”

Julia hums in approval, eyes gazing down at the way Skye fucks herself onto Julia’s fingers. “Yeah?” Julia asks. “You want me to do this in the ring, let everyone see what you get even when you lose?” She leans in and bites at Skye’s neck. “Want them to see every piece of me all over you?”

“Yes,” Skye says.

“Turn around,” Julia says. She pulls out her fingers and Skye practically wails. “No, sweetheart, you’ll get more.” She chuckles. “You’ll get more than you can stand, but you’ll get more.”

Skye nods. She’s so trusting. She always believes Julia. Always listens.

“You’re such a good girl,” Julia adds, and Skye turns, hands flat against the tile wall.

Julia gets a little space so she can slide her eyes down the perfect slope of Skye’s body. And that ass.

“Hands or teeth?” Julia asks.

“Teeth,” Skye says. “I – hands could be from a match.” Julia can tell how hard it is for Skye to stay still to not move. But she doesn’t. “Teeth – they’ll know it has to be you.”

“As you wish, sweetheart,” Julia murmurs. She drops to her knees and grabs a handful of Skye’s ass. “So perfect,” she murmurs, and she leans in. She sicks her teeth into the perfect, soft skin, working her teeth until Skye is wailing and pushing up against her. Julia slips her hands between Skye’s legs and slides two fingers back into her.

“Thank you,” Skye pants. “Thank you, Mistress, thank you.”

Julia works a bruise, teeth and lips and tongue, into Skye’s left ass cheek and pulls back to admire her work. It’s bruising so perfectly, reds and purples blooming. “Beautiful,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss her artwork. Skye flinches just a little.

“Turn back around,” Julia says, pulling her fingers out. “Good girls get to come.”

“I do?” Skye asks. She looks down at Julia with unbelievable awe. It looks good on her. “I do?”

Julia nods, not used to being at this angle but happy with it nonetheless. “You do. Hold on to the rail, sweetheart,” Julia says, grinning up. “I’m going to devour you.” She’s got a talent, Julia. She refuses to acknowledge where she honed it. Instead, she focuses on working her fingers and mouth together to wreck Skye. Her tongue writes their own fairytale against Skye’s clit, her fingers play the keys of Skye’s body, and she feels Skye clench around her and cry out in record time. Forty-eight seconds, by her count.

“Good job,” Julia says. She presses a kiss to Skye’s clit, just to see her jump.

“God,” Skye pants, eyes squeezed shut. “I – I can’t stand.”

“Yes, you can,” Julia commands. There’s not even magic behind it – Skye automatically responds to whatever Julia says and steadies herself on her feet, even with Julia’s fingers still pumping. “There. Come again, baby. You will.”

Skye nods. With most of her makeup washed away or running down her body now, she looks younger. “I will.”

“You count each one,” Julia says. “You’re at one, sweetheart. Be a good girl and count nice and loud for me.”

Skye nods. “I am. I will.”

Julia works another orgasm in under a minute and goes for the third without giving Skye a break. She hears sobs, but Skye doesn’t ask to stop, doesn’t safeword, doesn’t pull away.

This is the woman Julia’s always needed. No one else.

Eventually, Julia’s knees ache and Skye is sobbing out the number, “Seven,” when Julia pulls away. Skye starts to slide down the wall of the shower and Julia catches her.

“Seven,” Julia murmurs, brushing soaked hair from Julia’s eyes. “That was incredible, sweetheart. You’ve never done that before.”

Skye nods, dazed.

“Can you stand?” Julia asks. “I want to make sure we can get your hair and makeup clean, okay?”

Skye breathes a little more, then nods. “I can,” she murmurs.

It’s shaky, fawn’s legs underneath her, but Skye manages to stand. She drops her head back toward Julia.

“Hey,” Julia says, a little laugh behind her voice. “Remember, I’m shorter than you are.”

Skye’s response is a little hum.

When Skye is clean and dry, Julia silently gives her clothes from her own luggage, leggings and a House of Black tee, and one of Julia’s oldest, coziest hoodies. Skye smiles as she breathes in with her nose pressed into the neckline of the hoodie, and Julia wants to mark even more of a claim.

“You?” Skye asks, eyes foggy and blurred as Julia rests her on the couch. She pulls the sleeves of Julia’s hoodie over her hands.

The word mine echoes in Julia’s mind. “Not tonight, sweetheart. You need your rest. I’m fine.” And she doesn’t want it. Not tonight. Tonight, it was about who she has.

Skye nods. “Okay.” She turns over, pressing her face into Julia’s stomach. “Stay?”

“Always,” Julia promises. And she doesn’t think of who else used to do this. And she doesn’t think of how the hoodie used to be worn by someone else. She leans down and kisses Skye’s forehead. “I’m right here.”

Mini Playlist: 9 Crimes - Damien Rice Beggin for Thread - BANKS Chokehold - Adam Lambert East of Eden - Zella Day

#JuliAnna #JuliaSkye #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #Not sure how else to tag this other than AAAANNNGGGSST #Also we need more lesbians in wrestlefic

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