#leaning palkia

[blastburned]

#ooc #leaning palkia #because out of the three the concept of space could rule but also

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

one thing i'm really really fascinated by is the fact that everyone in the modern pokemon world seems to consider the deities a power source, nothing more. the games generally imply that knowledge of the legendaries has been lost to time and legend and only preserved by a select few who keep to the Ancient Ways but i don't really think that sounds likely. i think they might be common knowledge people just don't seem to. conceptualize them as greater than in the way that we generally think of them. "this is a divine force that underpins reality and has been worshipped since antiquity" is not a thing that seems to have any problem coexisting with "i'm going to put this thing in an engine and make it my tool." and it's very frequently the baddies doing this which maybe weakens the point a little but very rarely is the point of contention with the bad guys "hey you shouldn't do that to god" that's kind of like, never the part of their thing that people object to. it's always their motives, never their methods. when the Good Guy (local ten year old) catches god and makes it their new partner, nobody has a problem with it! and people joke about this but i'm saying it might imply a way deeper facet of society than people give it credit for.

and is this maybe trying to force the round peg of pokemon legendaries into the square hole of actual religion. very possibly! the games aside from pla certainly seem only very occasionally interested in treating these creatures as gods or godlike or worshipped in any way, and far more often just want to treat them as regular pokemon But Stronger. so it's maybe not reasonable to try and say these entities are deities. but the problem is they are! it's not like this isn't supported textually, it's just... not a part of canon that canon is actually interested in. dialga, palkia, the lake trio, kyogre, groudon—these things are gods. canon can mince words and call them legendaries and "worshipped as deities maybe sometimes" but when you get to the point where you're discussing something that represents a fundamental force governing reality and/or can end the world on a whim then idc what you call it. that's a god.

but the problem is that they are gods and also pokemon, they're both simultaneously. and people in the pokemon world seem to have worked this out, and have had the collective realization that the gods are truly not exempt from their own rules. they can be captured, they can be subjugated, they can be used. this also ties back in with the whole anarchism discussion obviously but it's just the fact that like. it goes way deeper than everyone being fine with the ten year old putting the lord of time in a ball. the entire world operates on the premise of "eat your gods."

does that like... contradict worship? can you be faithful to something knowing it's been used as a tool?

#the nemesis speaks #pla analysis #this is essentially one long rambling conversation with myself because i should really be going to bed #this all also hinges on the pokemon/trainer relationship conceptually which ive never had a chance #and/or willingness to really try and dig into that bc it's like. #an idea that feels intuitively easy to grasp but would be way more difficult to explain in words #it's not... it's really not like anything we have in the real world. it's Different. #but like. gestures vaguely. also relating to the distinction btwn Tool and Partner in that relationship #and how the former is generally how the Bad Guys lean wrt both their pokemon AND the gods #whereas the latter is how the protagonist and most non-evil people approach it. #anyway. going to bed now promise promise #but im not even talking about the key players in the games i'm talking about the regular guys! the everyday randos! #religion is so integral to our societies and it's clear that this was at least in the PAST a thing that the pokemon world people possessed #but... what about the modern day? are dialga and palkia still worshipped? reshiram and zekrom? xerneas and yveltal? #another of the many. many many reasons i want to Do Something with the hypothetical history sitting around in my notes #cause it also comes back around to this concept of people using gods as tools #OKAY. SLEEP. NOW.

[aeridanus]

Found these two in a sketchbook from 2019 when my best friend and I were on vacation, and I think I never shared them :D We invented two legendary Pokémon for the German federal states of Bavaria and Baden-Württemberg. We wanted to complete the trio with Hesse, but never got to it again. These make more sense in German, but it's obvious that the Bavarian one spits beer and shits sausages with mustard, while the Swabian one spits wine and has pretzel rolls on its tail. Their paw prints resemble the states' coat of arms (of course stolen from Dialga's and Palkia's footprint lore).

I came across those pages when looking though old sketchbooks and I realized - there was another high point between 2018 and 2020 where I was intensely inspired and filling up sketchbooks like a mad(wo)man. That was the time when my colleage and I went to the Anatomy Tools courses in the USA, when I went to the gym every lunch break and was super lean and pretty muscular for a gal. And then, Covid came and I didn't even have a sketchbook again until 2022, and that one took one hand a half years to fill. It's also the exact fucking phase I was absent from this blog. What the fuck man - even with the giga perk of having eternal homeoffice since then, the Covid time left a sad mark even on my introverted self. I lost my drive at the same time I stopped regular and heavy exercise. Concidende? No. Then put everything else from the last posts on top, with a sprinkle of midlife crisis, and there we go.

It's good to think through all of this...

#chitchat #pokémon #fakemon

[ask-eden]

Etoile remains silent for a moment, their head staring down at the grass below Their expression is practically unreadable and they were almost mortifyingly still Only the wind in the grass could be heard and the faint chatter of those outside and the soft tune of music playing in the ballroom The small moment feels like a eternity Suddenly the mew's head snaps back up with a cheerful smile

Etoile: That was a long time ago though! I mean a LONG time ago hahah! The mew floats in the air, leaning back and crossing their legs as if they were sitting in a chair. Etoile: Like before the Earth was even conceived kinda long time ago! Heehee! Dialga and Palkia hadn't even been born yet either! heehee.. I remember how cute they were as babies! OH but that's off topic!

She beams a bright and happy smile, tail swishing back and forth happily

Etoile: I changed them to look more cute after I got.. Better!

Etoile: I think it was a good decision on my end! I think having little spots are MUCH cuter! Sometimes I have them stick to my fur.. Sometimes I have them as freckles.. Or sometimes I just let them float, like how they are tonight!

Etoile: That's the true perk of being a god! Ultimate customization! Heehee!

Etoile leans forward with a cheeky grin Etoile: Can you count all of the spots I have? I have 27 to be exact! I usually let kittens try to count them when they are learning their numbers! Do you wanna try? :D

-- -- -- --

[ Anon ] [ Background by @/sinnohsiblings ]

#chrono #Etoile #anon #sinsibgala #pokemon ask #pokemon ask blog #mew #arceus #eye strain #blood #death #implied death #gore #as always lemme know if it needs more tags /does a little dance #multiple eyes #decapitation

[singularity-and-co]

(@shimmeringtidepools) Palkia@Galaxis: She floats over to the other of her kind, watching as he talks to the others that have entered the realm. “Do you enjoy getting a rise out of your family? It seems rather counterintuitive to me.” She stated eyeing the fellow spacial god. “Why not use this newfound freedom to explore about or use your powers more freely? What do you prefer this space to look like?” She stated eyeing the void.

*The sound of the time god flying through the air, followed by a much larger Giratina makes both of your heads turn. Galaxis turns back to you.*

Galaxis: Wow, there he goes! Home run! And that is a large ‘Tina! Wonder if ‘Larity could get to that size? What were we talking about? Oh right, family. Yeah, tormenting my family is just fun. It’s hilarious to see their reaction! You should try it sometime. The best part is when they try to shout at you. That way you know you’ve won.

*Galaxis hovers in the air, leaning back with his arms behind his head.*

Galaxis: As for exploring, I do it when I can. Which, to be honest, is when big daddio lets me out. Not as often as I would like but I do what I can. Of course, I could explore a bit more now. Maybe. Hmmm. I’ll consider it. I mean, the mortal world does have music, which is the coolest thing to me. It just fills empty space so well. And the range too. Oh man, have you heard music before? It slaps! These mortals can be so inventive sometimes. No wonder Epoch wanted to keep one around. They can also be stupid too. Like, insanely stupid. It’s hilarious seeing how badly they make mistakes sometimes. There was one instance in the mortal world where a couple of mortals, best friend mind you, had a bit of a falling out. Led to some Pokémon being banished and a whole war to break out. Like damn, calm down, am I right? Couldn’t be me.

Galaxis: What would I prefer this space to look like? I’m chill with how it looks. I could always whip up something if I wanted to. Epoch tends to destroy whatever’s made. Mr. Fun Stopping Police over there says we need to focus on the state of the universe instead of fucking around. What he doesn’t know is that I have the coolest trick ever. Just watch.

#pokemon #pokemon ask blog #pokeask #pokemon oc #ask blog #pokemon art #pokemon askblog #Galaxis the palkia #pokeask community

[crowborn666-writes]

Panic

(This came out a little shorter than I wanted it to, oh well.)

Volo x Reader

Genre: Angst to Comfort, Platonic/Romantic

Summary: Volo was odd. He laughed away pain. Grinned in the face of danger. But seeing him so broken above you when you take a horrible fall is new.

CW/TW: injuries, mentions of blood/bleeding,

~~~~~~

Volo had to be a madman.

What else could he be if he laughed at your beaten and battered form, the high cliffs of the Highlands looming above you both.

“Did you take a tumble from above?” He chuckled, figuring it was just like any other day when you slipped and lost your footing. You’d be fine, he thought, you always got up.

It’s when you don’t move, that his chuckle began to falter, grin falling as a shaky gasp leaves him, heart pounding in his ears. His feet, which had slowed for a moment shot forward, carrying him to you as a quick series of “no, no, no—“ left him.

He wondered why he cared, he could take the plates from you right now and no one would know.

But he found himself panicking, hands grasping at your tattered clothes, pressing against wounds to try and stem your bleeding.

“Y’know what? You can come meet Arceus with me! It should be glad to know you helped me out!”

That’s right… you’d promised him you’d bring him to meet Arceus, just after you had defeated Dialga and Palkia at the Temple. You and him still had a lot of plates to find, and you most certainly had a lot of Pokémon to find still as well.

A pain in his chest erupted, his composure crumbling like a dam against pounds upon pounds of water pressure. Your name left his mouth, ragged, choked and full of the tears he barely registered running down his cheeks.

You shifted, just slightly, lips parting as you took in a delicate breath. Volo flung his backpack off his shoulder, digging through for the bandages he kept, carefully moving your clothes to begin wrapping your wounds. When he moved to your arm, he found your hand grasping his sleeve, your voice coming out slurred and cracked.

“Volo…? ‘S that you…?”

“It’s me,” his voice wavered, his hands, now free from wrapping your wounds, reached out to cradle your head. “It’s me, I’m here…”

“Did I fall…?” You blinked bleary eyes up at him, leaning into the hand that held your cheek.

“I-I’m not sure, I just found you here like this.”

“Oh…” you breathed, taking in a few careful breathes as you glanced around, gazing up at the Highland cliffs before you turned back to Volo. “You’re crying…”

His breath hitched just slightly as you reached up to brush his cheek. “I-I thought…”

He shook his head, reaching to shrug on his backpack before carefully picking you up.

“Let’s get you to the retreat, Cogita can patch you up better than I can.”

#pokémon x reader #volo #volo x reader #volo legends arceus #pokémon legends arceus #x reader #angst to comfort #platonic #romantic

[phlurrii]

Apologies, here's a close up

We know when Qari is born bc if this,

but Missingno wouldn't just kill Palkia just out of envy and hubris alone.

I think Palkia and Dialga have something to do with Qari's space time continuum situation (can't remember who controls time or life so they're both there)

Perhaps something to do with Qari's parent, I'm thinking Meau and the backup Creation Mew are connected, and Arceus saw Meau's troubles with birth and created a backup for the safety of the universe. Maybe the Creation Duo didn't see it that way, maybe they saw Qari's parent as an anomaly, something needing... correcting.

Despite the hot minute it’s been, you are… uncannily good at this, my sincerest round of applause my dear. Overall, the information here has a lean of 60% incorrect and 40% correct. You looked at the nuances of this situation and found a lot of key details that are correct in and of themself.

However, they’ve been put together either incorrectly or put together only half correct. Which is still DAMN impressive given I’ve truthfully let out very little about the upcoming connections X3

But you’ve been the closest so far, by a landslide.

#ask #council of theorists #artsy spectrum

[waywardstation]

Should we keep hope for Warden Ingo in Masters or not? Also, do you the sync pair for the Wardens be with their partners or the Nobles? Ah, I'm way to happy about this!

(In regards to PLA content coming to Pokémon Masters)

I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS TOO OP!! Warden Ingo is obviously the sync pair that I want most. I want him so I can put him on a team with Emmet and Elesa ;-;

But I don’t know if he will actually appear, and if he does is almost certainly won’t be in the first “wave” of sync pairs.

This may get a bit long, apologies, but these are all of my thoughts. I have been speculating on Hisuian Units for a LONG time, so I have many thoughts haha. I have not spent any gems in months and have 100k+ saved up because I expected it would be a matter of “when” and not “if”, considering the Pokemas community pointing out Pokemon themselves labeling PLA as a mainline game and DeNa’s apparent contractual obligation to include mainline games.

Here is what I think below. You did not ask for this OP, but this is my mountain of thoughts.

INITIAL SYNC PAIRS

Now, I believe Akari, Rei, and Volo will be initial, obvious sync pairs.

The trailer we got shows Dawn and Lucas, and I believe they’re going to be looking at Akari and Rei.

What I’m hoping is that this isn’t used to label Akari and Rei as Dawn and Lucas alts. I don’t think they will, as this would strip them of their names Akari and Rei, and they’re already being introduced as Hisuian Units (NOTE HISUI, NOT SINNOH), but the pokemas community seems to be entertaining the idea a lot, as doing this would “confirm” the popular fanon concept that Dawn is Akari/Lucas is Rei.

And Volo, I feel like is going to be a given unit. A pokemas leak account I follow along with reshared a gif with Akari and Volo in it before the trailer reveal. But also, DeNa treats Hisui as a Region the same every other region has been treated, they will need a standout villain for their Villain Arcs.

AND, this means Hisui will get a free Legendary Sync Pair added to the menu. Just like Zinnia and Rayquaza, Ghetsis and Kyurem, and Hop and Zamazenta. Every region has one, and Hisui will need one too.

I think it will be Volo to get this. And I’m expecting it to either be with Origin Forme Giratina, or Arceus themselves; both are viable for a Hisuian VA narrative.

But if the Legendary Sync pair is not Volo, I am expecting it to be Cogita and Enamorus.

HISUIAN POKÉMON

I’ve been thinking on possible sync pairs for a while. I won’t be surprised if it doesn’t go this way at all, but I feel like Hisuian Sync Pairs will mean for the most part, this is meant to present Hisuian Pokémon too.

I am leaning towards the idea that Akari will get a Hisuian Samurott, and Rei a Hisuian Typhlosion. The promotional merchandise that we got with the game always paired them together.

(And Laventon is paired with Hisuian Decidueye in the merchandise as you can see, so I’m expecting him to be a sync pair eventually, moreso to fit Decidueye into it and round out the trio.)

I am also expecting Irida and Adaman as very initial sync pairs. And I expect their partners to be their eeveelutions.

I expect alts for them later down the line, with Origin Forme Palkia and Dialga. Or alternatively, they start with Origin Form Palkia and Dialga, and get added to the Trainer Lodge with their eeveelutions as alt sync pair rewards.

WARDENS

Going with this theme of introducing Hisuian Pokémon, I am expecting wardens to be introduced with their nobles. (Though Lord Avalugg might not be quite as big obviously… DeNa is good at giving throwaway explanations for stuff like that though)

Pokémon seems to always group their promotional merchandise and Pokémon together with the groups they were initially revealed to the public with. If you notice right now, they always release Smoliv merchandise with Lechonk and Pawmi merchandise. And Cetitan merchandise always comes out with Fidough and Paldean Wooper merchandise, etc.

If DeNa would somehow follow this pattern, that means their first warden sync pairs might end up being Mai with Wyrdeer, Lian with Kleavor, as these were the first (and only) wardens properly publicly revealed on social media.

I want every warden to get a sync pair. Of course a lot of people are probably hoping for that. All in all, that would be 10 sync pairs just for them though, and that is a lot just for the wardens. Considering Galar only has 31 sync pairs right now (15 if we are not counting alts), this could take a LONG time to get all of them, if we ever even do.

And as much as I want Warden Ingo immediately, I want them to go through every area and their wardens chronologically. I want every warden.

But DeNa has to be aware that there is a considerable amount of people that want Warden Ingo as a sync pair specifically. The battle subway theme got its own remix because of their popularity. I hope they play into this marketability and make Warden Ingo’s inclusion a matter of when, and not if.

OTHER SYNC PAIRS

Of course, there are other characters that can be added besides the wardens. I am betting on Kamado being added as he was a promotional figure for the game before PLA was out. And I’m expecting him to have Snorlax. If Cyllene is added, I’m expecting abra. (Not a viable Pokémon at all, but I’m not really expecting her to be added.)

I want Zisu to be added very badly. And she has a Hisuian Zoroark on her team, which would be a great reason to include her if DeNa really does just care about Hisuian Pokémon inclusion.

Beni gets added? Gallade. Miss Fortune Sisters? Gengar, Toxicroak, Abomasnow (but that is 3 sync pairs right there so I’m NOT holding out on them). Pesselle? Crogunk. I’m not expecting any of these sync pairs as I list more of them, but options are there.

ALTS

Every regions gets alts. I am expecting alts from Hisui too.

Firstly, I’m expecting alts could introduce other Hisuian Pokémon. Their selection is small enough that I feel like some alts could be used up to try and achieve this. Overquil and Hisuian Goodra could be used in sync pairs in an excuse to make an alt. Hisuian Zoroark would be high up there on consideration I assume, but I’m really hoping they just include Zisu for that rep instead.

Secondly, I’m expecting a Ginkgo Guild Volo alt. (Or this is the base unit, and Arceus cosplay Volo is the alt) with togepi evo line as his sync pair.

I imagine DeNa could work with the narrative and include festival alts for Akari and Rei, but at the same time I don’t really expect it. Except for a few, almost every Pokemas Alt I can think of is tied to a non-canon themed event as opposed to their actual narratives within their games.

END THOUGHTS

NOW. I have some thoughts on what the narrative could possibly be for the Hisuian event, but I won’t even touch that right now seeing as how long and boring this whole post already is. Perhaps another time.

I am just really excited for more Hisui rep. I’m excited to see these characters again and get to see more interactions from them. I love PLA; it reinvigorated my love for Pokémon and helped me make so many good friends.

Its special to me, and I care about it a lot. So that said, I won’t take anything DeNa does with them too seriously. I just want to have fun with this event and enjoy my Hisui Rep, however much of it we actually get.

Thank you for the ask OP! I know you didn’t ask for all of this, but I have been hoping for this for months and incessantly snooping in the datamine community hoping for this scenario I thought would be too good to ever truely happen. We get more info on the 28th/29th, and I’m looking forward to it.

And if anyone actually read all of this, thank you!

#wayward’s asks #SOOO LONG IM SORRY #I am just SO EXCITED #been saving gems for months for this moment but half expected it to never come #I want to specify that I am not realistically expecting ALL OF THIS #its taken a long long time for Galar to reach as many sync pairs as they have #it should take a long time for Hisui too #and even then I'm listing out all of these possibilities in sort of an isolated manner #my expectations branch out #we could get all of these #we could get three of these #we could get none of these #I have nothing to work with so I'm laying absolutely everything out on the table as sort of their own isolated ideas #Pokemon legends arceus #Pokémon legends #pokemon masters #Pokémon masters ex #pokemon

[answrs]

so remember back circa 2016ish when PoGo had just came out, and the big thing was Baby!Spark confusing Zapdos with a weird looking fearow to have on his team?

anyway I'm thinking about the (...still not started) Apocrypha run of PLA where the MC uses the three legends as their starters with similar sheltered/lost-their-fecken-glasses-because-WHO-WEARS-THEIR-GLASSES-TO-BED-ARCEUS-THEY-CAN'T-S-E-E

I know I want Giratina → wurmple ('HOW do you mistake it for a wurmple!?' 'the alpha rapidash was like 20 feet tall he's just a Big Boy!')

not sure about the other two though.

Dialga could lean stantler maybe but not sure on Palkia. that one with the baby pouch maybe? (kangaskan I think?) but it's not native to the game so ehh.

alternatively "look I found the long awaited steel and flying eeveelutions!" "it's not even flying type how do you-" "I SAID EEVEELUTIONS"

#not tagging this crack

[the-present-is-a-gift-au]

Chapter 1: In Which Life Goes on (Until It Doesn't)

The end to the fateful battle in Dark Crater was ultimately the most anticlimactic event of Twig’s life. 

A mortal couldn’t kill a Legend, but with Cresselia on their side, Team Venture had a fighting chance at defeating Darkrai and saving the world. Key word being chance— Twig wasn’t deluding herself into believing that she was likely to come out of the Crater alive. Judging by Kip’s solemnity as they came to the mystery dungeon outside Darkrai’s trap, he wasn’t fooling himself either. 

She rested her hand between his shoulders. He leaned heavily against her side. They entered the dungeon in Cresselia’s wake after that unspoken exchange, both silently reassuring their partner that they were glad to go into this waking nightmare together.

Twig remembered the subsequent dungeon crawl better than she did the vicious confrontation that followed. She remembered the stress of deflecting attacks that would have sent Cresselia sprawling and the terror that gripped her with every fiery blow that went her way. She remembered Kip leading their party so that he could take the brunt of the attacks they faced, better equipped to withstand the strikes they were met with, and her anxiety at seeing him trembling and teary as he mustered his courage with every chamber they entered. She didn’t remember Darkrai’s initial reaction to their arrival— though she vaguely recalled waking from a nightmare and striking him with a fist wrapped in flame— and she didn’t remember the fight that resulted in Darkrai’s oath to return and his attempt to flee. She remembered Palkia’s appearance and the way the dimensional hole warped and shattered upon his attempt to dispatch him. She remembered Cresselia saying that Darkrai was no longer a threat. 

She had gone into Dark Crater expecting to die or to survive with blood on her hands. She had survived, but with numerous injuries instead of a shiny brand of Assisted Murderer. 

Chimecho put her and Kip on strict bed rest orders after their return. Twig’s bed rest lasted longer than Kip’s after she fell ill and one of her wounds became infected, even succumbing to a coma at one point, but she came out the other side. 

She came out the other side, and the rest of her life was waiting for her.

It occurred to her that she couldn’t remember ever living without some sort of grand mystery or threat to her existence hanging over her head at all times. 

The idea of living a normal life, strangely enough, was utterly terrifying.

***

She was managing to keep it together. She had routines that kept her sane— she would wake in the morning, wash up, make breakfast while Kip was still asleep, eat stir-fried spelon berries and greens with her partner while they planned for the day, go on the jobs they picked out for their expedition, talk with the people who posted the job as they confirmed their completion, and go to sleep that evening and get ready for it all to repeat tomorrow. The routines kept her grounded. They kept her flurrying emotions and panicked thoughts stable, quiet— docile enough for her to bury them and for them to remain as such. 

Grovyle’s return threw that stability for a loop. 

She recognized Celebi opening the Passage of Time before it appeared— knew the shimmer in the air as the fabric of time was cut open in front of her and Kip while they were exiting their home. Embarrassingly, Twig’s first thought was that Dusknoir had somehow returned and was back to finish the job— she pushed Kip behind her and readied her claws. Grovyle barely dodged her blow when he stepped through the passage. 

“It’s good to see you too,” he said with a dry bite, though his eyes were watery and his stoic expression wavered more and more the longer they stared at each other. 

Silence.

Twig threw herself at him, arms wide, and he caught her in a hug that she was mortified by her gratitude for. 

Kip bewilderedly questioned Grovyle while Twig pulled away from the hug, flustered by the sudden urge to cry. He explained how Dialga restored the Dark Future as a corrected version of itself and stitched time back together in such a way that even Celebi struggled to understand. The long and short of it was everyone was alive, and that the future was healed. 

“But why are you here?” 

He paused, considering his answer. "The Future might look as though it was never a wasteland now," he finally said, "but it still feels like one. It was maddening to walk the perfected version of lands where we fought for our lives, acting as if none of what came before had ever happened." 

Twig said that line of thinking was crazy. "If the Future is healed, why don't you make use of it? Wasn't that the whole point of getting the time gears, storming Temporal Tower, getting erased with the rest of…?" She trailed off. She couldn't wrap her head around the idea of leaving behind a squeaky-clean version of the world she knew. 

Kip, who had nodded in understanding at Grovyle's explanation, gave her a weary look. "Remember when we started hiding out in Sharpedo Bluff, and I said I hadn't set foot inside in years even though it was technically my house? It was too normal after my parents disappeared. It made everything ten times worse by being completely fine when nothing else was."

She guessed she could understand the dissonance of such things, though it still seemed an overzealous reaction to turn up your nose at a perfectly good home or an entire divinely repaired era. She still kept her mouth shut— it didn't make sense to hold up the reunion with her difficulty understanding the motivation behind it.

The appearance of two more familiar faces made her heart soar and then drop.

Celebi came through the Passage first, doing a little loop in the air as she appeared. "Oh, good! I was worried I got the place wrong. Time is so easy, but places… Hello, darlings! It's just a joy to see you!" She zipped around their heads, giggling at their surprise. "Look at your faces! Tee-hee! Is it really such a shock that we'd all make our way back to you eventually?"

"Don't you just mean 'we'? It's only you and Grovyle. Right?" Twig's tail twitched as she realized what that meant. "You guys brought someone else! Who is it?"

Grovyle opened his mouth to answer, but the person in question appeared before he could answer—  and the Passage closed behind the new arrival with a terrifying finality as he loomed over the group. 

Judging by Grovyle and Celebi's complete lack of worry at their foe's presence, Dusknoir wasn't about to kill them all— unless this was a trap, and somehow Grovyle and Celebi turned against them… but they would never— but how would they be okay with…

When Twig took on a defensive stance and put herself between the ghost-type and Kip, Grovyle raised his hands in a placating gesture. "It’s okay, he’s only here to… I swear, it will all make sense once I explain.”

Apparently explaining meant giving the world’s most lukewarm argument for why Twig and Kip could believe the guy who earned their trust and then shattered it beyond repair was actually a good person. Twig had looked up to Grovyle after she learned the truth behind Dusknoir. It was hard not to— he was always so cunning and experienced, while she was just some nerdy kid who didn’t understand half of what was going on around her at any given moment— but in that moment as he shared the story of how Dusknoir supposedly only sided with Primal Dialga to survive, he seemed like the most gullible idiot in the world. Celebi’s nodding sagely during his explanation and occasional interjections to clarify how they survived the Future’s erasure did little to inspire any confidence in Dusknoir for her either. Twig knew that he had to have tricked them somehow. They were misled and he’d enact his revenge at any moment. She glared up at him, ready to spit that she didn’t believe a word and that she’d take him out here and now— but Kip stepping out from where she shielded him with her body gave her pause. 

Her partner elbowed her with a sunny grin. “I told you he was a good guy.” He then turned to Dusknoir. “I knew you were too nice to want to hurt anyone. Twig owes me three hundred Poké.” At her noise of offense, he continued, “No, wait— she owes me six hundred, because she was so sure she was right that she doubled down on her first bet.”

Dusknoir, who had been silent until now, gave him a dubious look. “Have you always made it a habit to bet on the trustworthiness of those you meet?”

“It’s just a joke— besides, it only started when we figured out the Cresselia we were talking to was actually… Well…”

Celebi perked up. “You two know Cressi? Oh my goodness, it’s been ages since we last spoke! How is she? She was always so focused on getting to and fro whenever she needed me to open the Passage of Time that I’ve hardly gotten to speak to her in the last… ah, I don’t even know how long!”

Grovyle glanced at Dusknoir, confused by Celebi’s sudden excitement, and received a miniscule shrug in response. “What are you talking about? Cresselia…” His eyes widened. “You mean the Cresselia? She’s alive?”

“… Are you saying that she wasn’t alive in the Dark Future?” Twig’s stomach twisted at how much sense that made. She doubted Darkrai’s vision for a world shrouded in darkness would have allowed for any loose ends that could come back to bite him. “Um. Yeah. We met Cresselia a while after graduating from the Guild, but not the real one— not at first, at least, but… ugh. Do you guys know about a Legend called Darkrai?”

She wasn’t expecting Dusknoir of all people to be the one to react to that, but his eye widened in fear at Darkrai’s name where Celebi and Grovyle’s expressions remained as they were. He murmured something under his breath. “So he truly exists, then. Who is he? I’ve only heard of him through Dialga speaking in his sleep.”

She faltered as she recounted their struggle against Darkrai. It was simple enough to recite the facts of it all to the stray Treasure Town citizen who asked during her recovery from the fight, but it was different to explain what they’d gone through as Grovyle watched her with a look of unbridled horror on his face. The world blurred around where he stood in the corner of her vision, and she found herself unable to pay attention to anything but him— despite how she avoided letting her gaze wander from its place fixed on the ground between her and the trio before her. She found herself unable to continue her recitation past when she entered Dark Crater alongside Kip and the true Cresselia. Kip picked up where she unwillingly left off, concluding with Darkrai’s ultimate fate.

“He ended up escaping, but Cresselia said that we didn’t need to worry about him, and he’s never shown up after our fight. So we’re pretty sure everything is okay now. Sort of.” He paused. “Hey, do you guys need somewhere to stay the night?”

Twig was tempted to loudly voice her distaste at his offer, but held her tongue. It was his family home that he was offering. She didn’t get to have any say in who he allowed to visit. Admittedly, Dusknoir’s mutual distaste at the mention of Darkrai— even when he wasn’t fully aware of who he was or what he’d done— was giving him a significantly better standing in her eyes. She could tolerate him staying over. She would just keep watch all night long for fear of him killing every last one of them in their sleep. She could handle that. No biggie.

***

The trio stayed the night and left soon after to find more permanent lodgings. Twig had a feeling Dusknoir didn’t care for her staring him down all evening. She voiced her worries to Grovyle before they left, and he brushed her off without a care. “It’s fine. Dusknoir isn’t someone to worry about. He’s changed.” Twig still disagreed, but he hadn’t massacred them all when she nodded off in the night during her watch over her friends and left him the only one awake, so it didn’t seem as pressing of an issue as she’d initially thought. 

She didn’t mention the blanket she found strewn across her when she snapped awake that morning, a nightmare of something she’d left unsaid clinging to her like burrs on wool. He didn’t bring up the gesture either. That was how most things went for the two of them, now.

The peace remained as the following months stretched into the coming year, long after the three refugees settled into a comfortable home in Fair Fields, a cheery place that got enough sun to make up for the deficit Grovyle and Celebi had suffered from so keenly in the Dark Future. Kip and Twig settled into a new routine of going on expeditions and visiting their friends every so often (and it still felt odd to refer to Dusknoir as a friend, even if only as part of a group of them). Kip led the expeditions that emphasized scouting and exploration, while Twig spearheaded the ones that focused more on rescue and retrieval. It worked out nicely for them, their twofold talents complementing each other well enough for Team Venture to become a distinguished exploration team, known several towns over in any direction for their skill and willingness to take any job, no matter how small. The silly little slogan Twig had proposed for them to market themselves with back in their apprenticeship even found a use. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained” was a catchy way to get their name out even farther. It reached the point where they received more jobs than they could take— but Chatot was happy to delegate the surplus tasks to the proper recruits.

This proved to be an excellent way to keep in touch with their old friends along with the rising generation of recruits. Twig had gone up to the guild to drop off another batch of paperwork entailing the newest selection of jobs Team Venture couldn’t take, contact information and job descriptions all neatly written out in Kip’s fancy cursive footprint runes that Twig couldn’t hope to read, and she nearly dropped the tall stack of papers when Marill came bounding up to greet her as she entered the main floor. He excitedly told her how he and Azurill had applied for apprenticeships, hoping to follow in her and Kip’s footsteps, and that Azurill was very put out about having to wait another year to join even though he was practically as old as Team venture were when they joined. Twig actually did drop the papers when he told her about Wigglytuff training a new guildmaster called Bidoof.

Chatot gave a lighthearted chastisement at the disorderly stack of rescued pages she handed him afterward, unable to hide how he beamed when she asked after Bidoof. “Yes, yes, he's been studying under the Guildmaster. He has much learning to do— a great deal of learning, mind you— to fill the Guildmaster’s monumental role in managing the goings-on of the Guild. But he’s performing well. We’re all very impressed.” He paused, then murmured an addition under his breath, “I almost feared he would begin demanding perfect apples as well, for his eagerness to imitate the Guildmaster. Heavens. What an awful turn that would have been.”

Twig relayed the news to Kip, and he dropped an archaeological encyclopedia he’d been reading on his foot, which made her feel significantly better about the papers. 

Life was good. Twig enjoyed the steady rhythm of it— the expeditions, the grocery runs to Kecleon Market in between— she even came to look forward to the spontaneous trips they took to visit the Future Trio (the collective nickname she’d given Grovyle, Celebi, and Dusknoir was dumb. She knew that. But it was easier to say than all their names in sequence, and it allowed her a bit of grace when it came to avoiding directly referring to Dusknoir as a member of her inner circle), despite how the spontaneity often would send her scrabbling for emotional purchase. During the first few unscheduled visits, she’d nearly broken down and admitted when Grovyle asked that she was having a hard time coping with her workload of being Team Venture’s spokesperson on top of the expeditions they embarked on. She caught herself before the confession slipped, thankfully, and the next few visits weren’t even half as taxing on her composure. Now that everything had settled, she was adjusting to a life without looming threats to her continued existence or secrets about said threats.

Life was good. Until it wasn’t.

***

She was hiding in a closet again. 

A harsh voice snapped and shrieked outside where she’d tucked herself behind fancy dresses and blazers. She didn’t understand how the people living to the sides of their underground unit couldn’t hear a woman screaming her head off in rage such a small distance away, but maybe eighteen inches of solid stone and soil between their and the source of such a vicious sound served to muffle things more than a dumb kid like her could understand.

It never started with screaming. This time, though, it did. She came home from her lessons in the schoolroom of their bunker and barely had time enough to put away her bag when she heard her name being spat from the next room over. She didn’t know what her aunt was saying or why she was so angry, but she knew what happened after her anger turned into screaming— so she hid herself in the little closet built into the stone of her bedroom wall. If she managed to stay out of the way before it turned into screaming, she could usually avoid everything that came after. That meant that if she hid until the screaming stopped, she’d be fine— right? 

… Why did she have claws instead of fingers?

That wasn’t good. And neither was having a tail with a flame at its end. Nobody was allowed to handle fire except the really important people who wore those fancy badges— if a fire started, it could swallow up all the air in the bunker and suffocate everyone inside. She wasn’t supposed to have anything to do with fire— especially not after she was found carrying a lighter for her aunt and the woman got in heaps of trouble for it. 

Speaking of, she could hear her aunt’s shouting getting closer. 

“You haven’t got a clue the mess you’ve landed me in this time!” Footsteps stopped outside her bedroom. “People are talking, and it’s all because of you!” The door slammed against the wall as her aunt entered. “I never should have bothered with her mess… Golden child Rowan never taught you to keep your mouth shut, and now I’m stuck with a brat who likes to lie about me to her teachers.” The closet doors were thrown open. “I’m sick of you blabbing about things that aren’t anyone else’s business knowing. You need to learn about a thing called respect, Shea.”

That wasn’t her name. Her name wasn’t Shea. Was it? Why was she so startled by her own hands? Why was she scared of her own tail? She couldn’t remember her name. Why was she terrified of this woman and her grasping fingers outstretched to seize her by the arm?

“Come here. You’re going to learn a lesson you’ll never forget, you lousy little—”

The fingers closed just above her wrist, a pain like white-hot flames blazed beneath their touch, and Twig woke up drenched in sweat and shaking in the dead of night.

She gasped and hiccuped as quietly as she could manage, Kip still asleep in his bed close by. He might be a heavy sleeper, but you could only snore through so much, and your exploration team partner crying her eyes out a few feet away seemed to toe the line of plausibility on that front. Her stomach turned at the thought of Kip seeing her cry— or maybe the way her guts seized was thanks to the splitting headache sending nauseating spikes of pain through her skull— and so, quietly as she could manage, Twig crept up the steps leading outside their home. 

The cold of the midnight air shocked her into lucidity. The panicked remnants of the nightmare still clinging to her mind fell away as she shivered in the chill, and she was able to breathe at a normal pace and simply think.

She needed to tell someone about her nightmares. Scratch that, ‘nightmares’ were too fuzzy and gentle of a term for them— she knew what they were. Memories. Memories of her time as a human in the Dark Future. Memories of her early youth that sent her hands shaking and stomach clenching with a terror that startled her with how fundamental it felt to her being. A number of things about her had begun making sense since the scattered few memories’ return— the way certain words made her seize up with a sudden anxiety she couldn’t place in the moment when she heard them, as well as her sudden panic whenever being touched by someone outside the ranks of people she knew and trusted enough to give up her life for in a heartbeat, to name a few— and they all painted a picture together that left Twig feeling sick. 

She needed to tell someone about the scattered recollections coming back. They had been an ugly secret for some time now— one she kept under lock and key and excuses of I’m fine and Don’t worry— but she could feel herself beginning to buckle under the weight of hiding it all from her friends. If she didn’t share the burden with someone soon, she could see herself falling to pieces.

She needed to tell someone. 

She glanced back at the entrance of the home she shared with her best friend, the person she trusted more than anyone in the world. If she was going to tell somebody, Kip was the one person she could see herself telling about her memories willingly. She steeled herself, trying to muster the courage to go back inside and wake him. She made it as far as to step down onto the main floor and take one step toward his bed when her summoned courage failed.

She left a note written in messy footprint runes— the scribbled message of “Out for a bit, be back soon” no doubt horribly misspelled despite her best efforts to make it legible— and slipped back into the cold of the night, setting off on a walk to calm her nerves.

***

When Twig returned to the Bluff later that morning, Kip was up and practically vibrating with excitement as he sat with numerous envelopes and letters spread across the floor table before him. He must have gone to get the mail while she was away. He held one opened letter and stared at it in awe.

“What’s up?” Twig asked. She had made up her mind to speak to Kip about her recovered memories when she came home, but his elation gave her pause.

“I got in!” Kip turned to her and threw his arms wide— which wasn’t very notable, given his meager reach as a mudkip, but the gesture’s enthusiasm was unmistakable. “I sent a paper to the Archeologist’s Guild a few weeks ago like you told me to, and they offered me an apprenticeship! I got in! They said they want me to go on a research expedition!”

A smile found its way on her face. “Dude, that’s amazing! I knew you’d do great!”

Kip had spent ages grappling with realizations about himself and how he felt about exploration expeditions. He loved going on jobs with her, he’d said, but he’d come to understand that wasn’t where his skills or interests truly laid— he loved the learning that came with their expeditions and not the exploration itself. That, combined with his passion for history, led Twig to lovingly bully him into looking into a career change. She’d seen him grow increasingly worn down as the months went on and his dissatisfaction grew. She also knew he was a sharp thinker and a quick learner, and that he would thrive in whatever field he was pulled to. 

A realization made all her insides twist. “… Are you going to accept the invite?”

“Oh.” Kip’s enthusiasm faltered, souring into a hesitation that tugged at her heartstrings. “I… I don’t know.”

She sat down next to him at the floor table, taking a quick glance at the letter he held. It wasn’t signed by just anyone— the archeology guild’s guildmaster had provided her own signature. Twig recognized the shape of the illegibly fancy runes from the front cover of that encyclopedia Kip was always reading. He spoke of the woman with such admiration that it put even his idolization of Dusknoir as a kid to shame, yet he was reluctant to head off on an apprenticeship that she had approved him for personally.

She watched him worriedly. “Why not?”

“It’s— it’d be weird to go on an expedition without you.” He set the letter down and fidgeted nervously with his paws, eyes fixed on the tabletop. “We’ve always done exploration jobs together, and I know that it wouldn’t be the same thing to go on an expedition for a new guild, but… I don’t know I could do the job right without you there.” A pause. “I could send a letter back. Maybe they’d accept you too if I put a good word in—”

“I’m not smart enough to get accepted into a guild like Sandslash’s, Kip.”

He let out a huffy noise. “You’re plenty smart. And besides, the dimensional scream could be really useful on a dig—”

“I haven’t had any since after Temporal Tower.” 

“Well, you could still—”

“Why don’t you just go yourself, Kip?”

He didn’t answer.

“Kip?”

“… I’m too much of a wimp,” he murmured. “I’d mess everything up because I’d end up freaked out by something and get cold feet.”

She frowned and elbowed him. “Dude. Is what Skuntank and the rest of those jokers said getting to you again?”

“Doesn’t matter. They were right. I couldn’t even get past the Guild’s front yard before you came along.”

“Yeah. But when I was erased with the Dark Future, you made it through the Hidden Land and past the front yard on your own. Face it, man, you’re the bravest guy I know, and you do it all while shaking in your boots.” When he gave her a confused look, a bolt of panic launched through her. “It’s a saying. Maybe a human one. I dunno. Anyways, you’re super brave, and I’m pretty sure that if you can face down a bunch of Legends when it’s required, you can go on an expedition without some doofy old charmander tagging along.”

He frowned. “That was a great pep talk, but you’re not some doofy old charmander. You’re my best friend. You’ve got to stop talking about yourself like that.”

Twig waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, fair. But you better write back to the archaeologist’s guild and tell them you accept the offer for an apprenticeship and to go on that expedition, or I’m going to eat your encyclopedias.”

Kip’s stern expression twitched.

“All of them. Even the fancy ones. Maybe I’ll learn how to read better that way than you trying to teach me. The way to a gal’s brain is through her stomach and all that.”

He shook his head fondly, disapproval giving way to a warm smile as he picked up a pen and began to draft his response. Twig patted his back and walked up the stairs outside again to take a hasty walk into the forest outside Treasure Town, as she liked to do when overwhelmed.

So much for talking about her memories coming back. She’d just have to grin and bear it for however long Kip would be away on his expedition.

***

Kip was going to be away on his expedition for at least two years, and it looked more like three or four when you got down to the finer bits of math. This time, his resolve only wavered when he considered Twig being lonely in his absence— before the thought occurred to him, he seemed even more excited by the opportunity. Twig reminded him of the precarious uneaten status of his encyclopedias and told him she’d be fine, and that they could write each other letters so they wouldn’t get unbearably homesick for each other.

(Because that’s what missing Kip would be like: being far from home and without the person who made her feel like less of the dead weight of a begrudging burden and more like a burden that people actually enjoyed carrying around— like a lucky charm, like something useful. Without him around, she’d be back to that awful state of needing to justify her every move to herself. Without him, she’d have to learn how to be worthy of existence.)

Kip thought that becoming pen pals was brilliant. Twig was going to miss him liking her ideas in person. 

They went to Wigglytuff’s Guild to file the necessary paperwork so Kip could register as an apprentice in a new guild— which meant disbanding Team Venture. Chatot’s feathers bristled out when they came to him asking for team dissolution papers, and he shrieked a panicked Why?! that even Loudred would have envied the volume of.

“I don’t see why you need to go off to another guild,” he groused when they explained. “You’ve done wonderfully as an explorer— Why leave behind a stable, successful career to start from scratch elsewhere? It makes no sense. When the Guildmaster began laying out plans to establish the Guild, he stuck with it, no matter how grueling the work became!”

His efforts to persuade them to remain as Team Venture continued incessantly, even as they signed the papers to formalize the disbanding and he notarized them. Twig knew that he was being so negative out of concern for them and the rest of the Guild— Team Venture was a great help in supplying jobs for the rest of the apprentices by distributing surplus work to their teams, after all, and he did always have an overbearing mother hen sort of nervousness to him— but his fussing always irked her. Something about it made her itch with discomfort. Not that it mattered— they folded their copy of the paperwork and delivered it to the post office to be sent off to the Archaeologist’s Guild. 

Team Venture, as far as the continent-wide catalog of exploration teams were concerned, never existed. Twig felt like a bit of her heart had vanished with it.

“It’s weird,” Kip said on their walk back home. “I still feel the same, but… also not? Nothing’s really changed, but everything is about to be so different so soon. It’s nerve-wracking, honestly.”

“Your nerves are always wracked,” Twig joked in an effort to diffuse the overwhelming atmosphere. 

Kip frowned. “I’m excited to go, but I’ll miss you.”

She paused, and her voice lowered to a sorrowful tone. “Yeah. I’ll miss you too.”

She set her hand between his shoulders. He leaned against her side. The rest of the walk to the Bluff was spent in silence.

She would miss him. Even now, the loneliness was killing her.

#WHAT IS THE FORMATTING IN THIS POST #TUMBLR EXPLAIN THIS TO ME #pmd eos #pmd2 #pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd fanfic #pmd fanfiction #pmd fic #the present is a gift au

[shimmeringtidepools]

(Calama @ Palkia) "I heard your brother managed to get himself on Parisa's list, very unfortunante for him truely. I'm not surprized he didnt recognize what Dagon was with how that boy carries himself, but I heard your Dialga may be making similar choices detrimental to it's health. What is your Dialga doing to themself?"

“I don’t know if he’s doing anything detrimental yet. I haven’t been able to see him since he began seeing issues within the timeline. Dialga has constantly been at work trying to prevent anything else from occurring. Last I heard from him he mentioned something about paradoxes. That was when our father stepped in and told us to seek advice from orher universes.” She stops to think for a moment, leaning on the glaive. “If you know that Palkia, then be sure to give her and Dagon our apologies. We didn’t intend to busy their night with buisness, their universe just so happened to be the first one we stumbled upon.”

Turning back towards the cavern, the inscription upon the pedestal before her served only to confuddle her sleep addled mind.

“…Past three pillars…to the sleeping…before 30 is surpassed…”

Why was she even entertaining the idea of seeing him? He wouldn’t want to talk to her anyways. All this effort was exhausting. Turning back towards the colossal Giratina, she gave a sigh. Forcing the words out was one of the hardest things she had to do.

“Can you please show me the way through the cave? I need to speak to my brother.”

#pokemon #rp #giratina #palkia #kia palkia #calama #side plot

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

offscreen post

//(note: set a few days ago, shortly before this post. mostly under the cut because this got kinda long)

[Concordia knocks on the door to an apartment in Nimbasa. “Be good, Cartwright," she says softly. The phone in her hand beeps in response.

The door is opened by a man with warm brown skin, blue hair, and a cane. He gives a sunny smile. “Connie! Hello! You brought the Porygon?” She holds up the phone and he says, “Good, good. Come inside!”

Connie follows him into a warmly-lit apartment. A Tynamo and a Bronzor watch her curiously. “Sit down for a moment, okay?” Tam says. “I just need to finish cleaning this up.” He gestures to a table where some kind of mechanical device sits, partially disassembled.

Connie sits on the couch, goes to open her texts, then thinks the better of it and sets her phone down.

“Any luck finding manufacturers?” Tam asks.

“No, I am afraid not. I have been somewhat busy these past few days.”

“Huh. You heard what’s been going on in Castelia?”

Unexpectedly to both of them, Concordia bursts into tears.

“Oh, dear Palkia, are you alright?”

“I’m—sorry, sorry, I should not be crying…”

“No, I…think that’s reasonable to be upset about, actually. Can I…” Connie nods, and Tam sits down on the couch next to her.

“I’m sorry,” Connie says again. “I just…everyone I know is terribly upset about this, I have spent two days answering phone calls and trying to comfort people and talking them down from arson—most of my friends are former Plasma members, we are not exactly known for making rational decisions when it comes to Pokémon welfare—my siblings are furious, and I have to keep reminding them to eat and sleep—” Connie puts her head in her hands. “I am so tired, Tam. Everyone needs me to be strong, but I am so tired. And it seems that every time I look away Minskt escalates things to new heights of corruption, and I have to start all over again…”

“Do you, um…do you need a hug?”

Connie nods miserably and lets him wrap his arms around her.

After a moment they break apart. Connie stands up, face a little red.

“We, um. We should get to work on the Porygon thing…”

“Right…right.” Tam stands up as well, rubbing the back of his head. “The scanner’s right back through here… You said you don’t have her Pokéball, right?”

“Yeah, N couldn’t find it…”

A stream of electric light comes out of Connie’s phone and congeals into the form of Cartwright the Porygon. She chirps curiously as Tam leads them into a room lined with worktables and machinery. A 3d printer hums away in one corner.

Tam goes to one of the machines and starts flipping switches. “Arright. My machine’s not connected to the PC network, so we can check her registration data, but if we alter it, it’ll glitch out next time she links to the network. It’s a whole mess and I spend a lot of time sorting out reg data corruption for clients who thought they could change their traded ‘mon’s nickname at home…”

“You can release her, though, right?”

“Oh, yeah, that’ll be no trouble if that’s what you want. Sort of in a legal gray area, but—her trainer’s dead, yeah? And she doesn’t want to go back to the company he worked for?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, Porygon, come sit here,” Tam says, pressing some buttons on one of his machines. Cartwright hovers down to sit on the table next to it. Tam presses another button, and a beam of light flashes out to scan her. A few seconds later, the machine’s screen lights up with the scanned information. “…Um.”

Connie leans over curiously to see the screen. “Um what?”

“Connie, this Pokémon is legally owned by the company, not by the trainer. I’m all for Pokémon autonomy, but—”

“We cannot send her back," Connie says quickly. "She says they are going to erase her memory if she goes back.”

“I know, I wasn’t going to say we should—” Tam stops. “Erase her memory? That’s awful!”

“Exactly.”

“I—yeah, okay, this is very justified, I just…you understand this is super illegal, right? Are you sure you want to do this, like, right after Castelia’s law enforcement pulls that?”

“We already have the Porygon,” Connie points out. “Might as well be in for an Ampharos as for a Mareep, no? And they will be distracted. This new change will cause more chaos in their ranks than anything.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay.” Tam takes a deep breath and pushes his glasses up. “Pory, you got anything you want to save from your reg data before we delete it?”

Cartwright shakes her head, then vanishes into the machine for a moment. She types across the screen, “Status: ready rready ready! Begin procedure,” and then rematerializes onto the table.

“Okay. Here goes nothing… Wiping registration data now.”]

#werepersian arc #electric dreams arc #and tangentially #jammer tech hunt #offscreen post #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #//to steal a tagging convention from ao3: no beta. we die like sada and turo

[ronispadez]

Barry Confesses His Love in Front of Pokemon Satan

Got a neat prompt in Creative Writing class today, so take this. "Romantic Scene in an Unromantic Place"

Word count: 452. Barry/Lucas

At the top of Mt. Coronet, Lucas brandishes the pokeball holding his Empoleon in preparation for the fight about to unfold. Dialga and Palkia glare down at him from where they’re suspended in magical chains in midair. Cynthia protectively places her hand on his shoulder as she takes out her own pokeball, holding Garchomp. In front of them, Cyrus starts monologing about creating the perfect world by destroying this one- some stupid shit like that. The rest of Team Galactic starts cheering around them, Venus, Mars, and Saturn being the loudest of the crowd. The legendary pokemon above them continue to cry out painfully as their chains constrict stronger against them.

Finally, Dawn and Barry show up to the scene. They had only just gotten the news, and got there as fast as they could. Lucas turns to meet them at the arched entrance of the ancient mountain top, a bright and angry fire in his dark blue eyes that the other two had never seen before from the calm boy. Barry shuffles awkwardly before jumping over to land face to face with him. He lands a strong hand on his arm.

“Arceus, you are so hot right now,” he says unexpectedly. Lucas’s eyes widen in shock as he takes a second to process.

“Excuse me?” Lucas breathes out in response. He is completely ignoring Cyrus’ monologue now, oblivious to how dark it’s starting to get. Cynthia glances down at them quickly before yelling something back out at Cyrus. Dawn places her shaking head in her hand from behind Barry.

“You’ve always been so cool. I think I love you,” Barry confesses unashamed. Does he not realize this really isn’t the time? Lucas’ face goes hot from embarrassment. Barry leans down to place a kiss on his cheek before whispering in his ear, “Now kick this guy’s ass.”

Lucas nods hesitantly before turning back around to find the scene in front of him has changed drastically. He didn’t notice how dark it had suddenly gotten, and how quiet too. The only sound now is coming from Cyrus’ crazed delight at the inky black darkness in front of him. It is deafeningly quiet as everyone holds their breath, even Palkia and Dialga are stunned- or rather, no one can hear their calls.

From the darkness came two piercing red eyes, and the creature from within jumps out and swallows Cyrus into its darkness, disappearing just as soon as it came. It left its dark swirling portal behind it, and everyone hesitantly leans forward to look inside from where they’re standing. The dark galaxy of what can only be described as stuff swirls on infinitely in front of them. What the fuck just happened.

#i havent posted a fic publicly in years. but whatever here you go <3 #clingyshipping #absurdistshipping #pokemon dppl #lucas pokemon #barry pokemon #pokemon #roni writes stuff

[flowering-darkness]

So that I don’t forget this - things I need to figure out for Adriana:

Which parts of the story is she present or absent for? Her journey mirrors that of the player (because she’s already done it once before), but sometimes there’s no way for her to be in a certain spot or it makes more sense to be doing somewhere else at a given point in time. I have very few of these “deviations” established for maingame (e.g. she doesn’t do the Devon Corp raid, she’s with Luna for the Glass Workstation), and even the postgame ones I can think of are just set in terms of either people who are in the quest (Cresselia, Darkrai, Dialga and Palkia, maybe Necrozma) or legendaries I know she acquires and uses on her team (Marshadow and Giratina), so.. there’s a lot I can do here.

How does she interact with Ace? I bring this up for the sole reason that Ace was a completely new addition to Episode 19, and now that I’m leaning more into the anamnesis aspects with Adri’s status as the previous timeline’s player/protagonist (and her own experience having been Episode 18-except-she-also-got-to-the-Champion instead of 19), there is potential for something fun here. Saying that, though, the game itself doesn’t actually make a big deal of their newness as far as I know (compared to, say.. is it Aizen? in Rejuvenation), so I’m not 100% sure..

What would her interview with Gossip Gardevoir and profile from DJ Arclight be about? ..It would make sense for her interview to be playing directly after the player returns and the postgame begins, because it would be for her as the Shadow Champion, but Gardevoir isn’t there at that point in time. So maybe I can put an Arclight profile there, and then say the interview would be at another time - maybe even after the Giratina quest, but would she really talk about what happened there in such a setting??

I feel like there was something else. Probably to do with Luna. Hmm.

WAIT NO IT WAS TIMELINE NONSENSE the more I proceed with the concept of Adri being second the more I feel like that doesn’t work because of what Ame said. “Giratina broke things, so Zina fixed it. Then Lin broke things, so Anna fixed it.” - but we know Fern gets to the grand finale, so??? Something definitely needs to break but I don’t know what

Many things ^-^

#heart of the void #my self‑inserts #self‑insert: soul‑touched (adriana) #friend: card tricks and coding (ace) #of a city reborn (pokémon reborn) #none of this is going to make much sense to pretty much anyone but OH WELL #I can explain specifics if desired

[sinnohsiblings]

Response to @askstormscall​

Narcissa looked over at the Lugia and her eyes softened at his inquiry.  Thinking for a moment she looked over towards her daughter who laid snoozing in a cloud. “It was terrifying.” She said softly. “Had my children been Cosmog, I would have had help by many generations of my species for what to do, I would have known how to help guide my children from my own experiences. But with the trio it was truly something terrifying. Even as egg you could tell that they were fare different than any other incubating children. Dagon’s egg caused the things around it to constantly be in a state of growth and....reverse growth. It was frightening to watch a mighty Oak grow in reverse back to a seed just from being near Dagon’s egg. Or seeing a flower grow taller than a mighty redwood because of Parisa’s egg. Or feeling a deep dread when holding Galadriel’s.”

She sighed before looking down at her hand, “And once they hatched it was even more of a challenge. I didn’t know how to help my children learn to control their abilities even with the abilities of an Arc Ring. I could use it to nullify them, but I couldn’t help them control it. I was thankful I had help. Abbadon and I did our best, but I was grateful for the lords of creation of my own world to step in and help us. Lord Cronos and his daughter Minette who was born a Dialga like him, helped Dagon learn his abilities. Lord Vaste and his son Cage as palkia were able to help my darling Parisa with her own. But when it came to Galadriel, I was afraid we’d not be able to help her. I would have never thought that even Lord Calama would come to help. But when Galadriel lost control over her own abilities each time she lost her temper, he would come to guide her through it. I would be lost without them.”

She smiled to herself before turning to face the Lugia, “I don’t know what species your child may be. If it is like yourself, it would be much easier as your own abilities would mirror theirs. You would know what they were developing as its what you developed. However, if they are a different species well...sometimes it helps to have a member of their own kind to guide them through it. I’d expect a temperamental Lugia calf would cause storms. Which for someone like you I think would be way easier to manage than when my son would accidentally revert me to an infant and then back to an adult when he sneezed. Or when my daughter accidentally shrunk her father to the size of a Klefki.” She chuckled.

“Parenthood is wonderful, and scary, and confusing. But it helps to have others to lean on and guide not only you but you’re young. The most important thing to do is love them. Control over their abilities comes with age, but they won’t be able to succeed if they do not feel loved or supported enough to.”

#response #narcissalunala #susanolugia #rp response #text only

[mewtwoandme]

Who said "Cool story bro" in that comic? Was it Giratina, since the words are closest to him or was it Palkia since it looks like he's leaning down and speaking to Mewtwo?

It was Giratina XD

#answered ask #anonymous ask