Tumgik
#motormouth mathematician pokemon rights activist and tomboyish pokemon trainer exploring Kalos Alola and Galar
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Sometimes I wonder if I should rewrite my first ever pokemon fanfic.
It was a Ferriswheelshipping fic about N and Hilda randomly encountering each other between major moments in the game (including one of my favourite: swimming off of Unity Pier together...not that that was intentional. but that’s what made it great). And Hilda (though I called her Kuroko because I had black version. Which, sidenote, I always thought it made sense that N had the pokemon of Ideals and the player had the pokemon of Truth since the whole plot is teaching N that his way of viewing the world is flawed and therefore we are the Truth in his Ideals) had a sideplot of looking for her missing brother (who was Hilbert). But most importantly N being woefully sheltered and naive and having not the slightest clue what this feeling is, the more he spends time with her. And Hilda is a total fucking tomboy, so she’s wild and unrestrained and not afraid to affectionately tease people (or her pokemon, which they understand, but N doesn’t). And also Hilda’s starter was a female Oshawott name Osha (based off of the fact that that was MY first starter in Black)
But now I’m imagining them reuniting post- B2W2 and N asking Hilda to marry him. Because “She’s the first person who made being human seem appealing” and they end up eloping with their pokemon as witnesses and continuing to travel together. (Hilda did tell her mother btw)
Basically: I’m still ferriswheelshipping trash
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