If There’s One Thing That The Gifted Fail To Realize, It’s The Power Of The Giftless.

If there’s one thing that the gifted fail to realize, it’s the power of the giftless.

The bully was hotshot jock and straight-A student. His hair was always perfectly curled, shimmering brilliantly like a sea of golden yarn. He always wore the same stupid fireman-red letterman’s jacket with the school’s logo on the back, embroider in white. Theseus Cordon, the perfect student.

Who would be perceived as wrong to pick on the quiet kid without any supernatural strengths. A person so small in frame and with a completely unnoticeable academic record would only boost a person’s image if they were to be compared… right?

Theseus kindly asked you to meet him in the parking lot, where he had a gift waiting for you. Naturally, seeing the hottest topic acknowledged you was an honor, so you appeared without a moment’s hesitation.

Boy howdy, was that the wrong move.

Theseus and a few of his other jock friends presented you with your family’s old car, which was already in poor shape, with headlights smashed in and “Loser” sprayed on top in black spray paint.

At the moment, you didn’t react. You simply bowed your head and walked past Theseus and the others. Things would pan out eventually…

Eventually came the next day, when you invited Theseus to meet you on the roof of the school with the rest of his friends. You said you loved the prank, though your parents were less than pleased till they heard the explanation of why their car was smashed to bits. You baked them some cookies to show no hard feelings.

At the end of the school day, Theseus and the others march out onto the rooftop of the school, not seeing anything but the gravel that covers the walled in surface. What happens next is a violent blur for everyone but you.

The door to the roof slams shut and locks, and a quick swing of a baseball bat takes out the knees of the biggest of the jocks. Before anyone can really react, you make the rounds, crushing ribs, hearts, skulls, legs, and everything inbetween. Theseus was the last of your targets, and you made sure to make his punishment painful…

Nowadays, you’re left alone, allowed to be quiet in your classes and permitted to relax safely despite being the only person without any supernatural boons.

Theseus lost control of everything south of his eyes that day, and none of his friends were anywhere to be found to explain the ace student’s terror when facing the quiet little nobody.

You are the sole normal, unpowered student at a School for the Supernaturally Gifted. You were bullied once. Once.

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rancher-briar

2 years ago

i envy ppl who can provide deep analysis about their favorite media and/or characters b/c whenever i like something a lot it looks like:

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rancher-briar

2 years ago

Weather Report: with a high of 79 in [USER VILLAGE], it’s a lovely morning to sit outside of your locked place of employment writing Teratophilia fiction that only you and god will ever lay eyes on.

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rancher-briar

1 year ago

That Bewear sounds like an interesting fella!

My most interesting training stories are my Stoutland partner and one of the Tauros brothers, specifically Sweetie.

Stoutland took a bit to get used to being handled in any way other than a lapdog, but once I got him into the idea of helping herd the Doduo, he took to letting me ride pretty quick.

Sweetie took a lot of work, since he seems to have had a bit of trauma before joining my ranch. He’s still a bit skittish around new folks, but if you give him scratches under his chin, he’ll just melt into your hands and be easier to handle than anything else.

Howdy!

Never have I ever trained a riding Pokémon.

If you’ve got a story to tell, I’ll tell mine after!

Oh I've trained a few! Tauros, Stoutland, Cyclizar, Farigiraf, one oddly enthusiastic Bewear..... Honestly, I couldn't give you the full count! :D

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rancher-briar

2 years ago

dragons like to keep their treasures safe

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rancher-briar

1 year ago

Heya! Never have I ever been injured by my own pokemon?

-@slowpoke-enthusiast-avery

Howdy friend!

I’ve gotten all manner of injuries from my Pokémon and Pokémon under my care! The list is long, but I’ll try and keep it interesting.

When I was just starting out, my first Dodrio Hen broke one of my legs, and would have fully ended my life had Stoutland not been there to save me.

While watching over a competitively bred and freshly evolved Arcanine that my uncle dumped on me, I got a whole bunch of burns all over as he figured out just how to control his fire.

A few years back, when helping teach a school trip about Pokémon farming and ranching, one of the kids didn’t listen when I said “don’t go into the pasture by yourself.” And they snuck off and almost got turned into a fine powder by Grouchy the Tauros, who wound up breaking a few of my ribs in confusion instead.

Just earlier this year, I actually lost my left pinky finger to a spooked Dodrio that was trying to protect itself and its chicks from a wild Raichu that someone released without considering the local ecosystem.

There’s also always a minimum of one nasty looking bump, bruise, cut, or other such blemish from generally handling aggressive Pokémon with sharp bits all over their bodies on me at all times.