You guys wanna know how Pokemon is going to end? I’ll tell you exactly how Pokemon is going to end:
Ash (still 10) will win the Pokemon League Tournament of the region that he is currently competing in. He parts ways with his companions of said region and returns home to Pallet Town. Waiting there for him is a surprise party at his home made up of “the originals”: his mom, Professor Oak, Tracey, Gary, Brock and Misty (and of course, all of his pokemon). There’s a big “congratulations, Ash!” banner hanging and they eat and talk and eventually the question comes up about what Ash will do next.
Ash is puzzled because he hasn’t thought much about it and it leaves him with a feeling of uncertainty. For the rest of the day he’s a little weird thinking about it but nobody really notices. Towards the end of the day, Ash announces that he wants to be alone with his pokemon. So he goes out back to Professor Oak’s ranch and just sort of chills with his pokemon for a while–reflecting on their journeys together and thanking them for everything they’ve done (having flashbacks in the process, likely of other companions and possibly rivals). Somewhere along the line Ash realizes that there is still much to be learned about the world of pokemon. That just because he’s won a league tournament doesn’t mean that he’s a pokemon master yet. The world of pokemon is full of mysteries. There are undiscovered pokemon out there waiting to be found. He wants to see it all and announces to his pokemon that there’s still a road ahead of them to being a pokemon master. He fist pumps against the sunset and his pokemon cheer along side him.
The episode ends with the typical “And the journey continues…!” Because the journey always continues for Ash, but this time it’s over for us
Updates are still being mirrored on AO3 as Roman and I continue to develop this story together. It’s been a bit of a wait since the last update, but this chapter is chock full of things we’ve been wanting to write for ages, so it’s hopefully worth the delay.
Warnings are restated in full for substantial physical and emotional abuse, if the accompanying art didn’t give any indication.
When Blake woke up the next morning, Weiss and the others were already fighting over bathroom space. Head pounding, exhaustion steeping her bones dark, Blake gingerly sat up in bed and rubbed at her eyes. The room swam and her stomach lurched, nauseous from having to heal too many wounds the night before.
She tongued her upper lip and could feel a crease in the skin, the dry seal barely holding in the pulse of blood. Other lines marked her body, feeling paper-thin, ready to be punctured at the slightest touch. Her body was healed, but her skin barely disguised the workings of arteries and muscles beneath, bursting at the seams like some creation resurrected upon a scientist’s table.