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onestepbackwards · 7 months

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I think no matter how many times self-aware Volo is told you're not the "true god", he comes up with a perfectly reasonable explanation (to him) in his mind why you ARE.

You can get hurt or sick?

That's the price of taking on human form to interact with the world. It's alright, he'll take care of you and protect you.

I think that would be Volo's go-to explanation for almost everything, that taking on a human form has severely limited your true capabilities, but you did it to interact with their world.

How selfless, risking your own wellbeing like that!

I mean, what exactly are you supposed to do when he has an explanation for everything? I feel like it's also a coping mechanism, because Arceus has made itself clear it doesn't care about him, so he could be hoping maybe the person behind the screen will love him.

Maybe deep down he knows you're not a god, but he doesn't know how to love without worship, and hopes that if he elevates you to a god, sees to your every need and demand, then you'll love him too.

I'm just having a normal one over Volo tonight. I know he screwed up, but I pity this man so much.

He'd do everything to try and convince himself you are a real god.

Even trying to tell him directly you are just another human doesn't end well. He'll just convince himself you are being humble and kind, unlike another god he could name-

At this point, you could try and be clear about it, but he'll still attach himself to you. He may even agree to say you aren't a god, but will still believe it in his head.

As long as you let him stay next to you, he'll stay quiet and pretend to agree, probably worshiping you in secret.

It also helps if you can't see him every day or every so often. You must be doing godly things up in your real! You like him, so no way you are avoiding him, right-

Even if he knows deep down you aren't a god, it's like you said, most likely a cooping mechanism. He found someone with power who cares about him, or at least has acknowledged him.

#self aware au #self aware pokemon #self aware volo #volo #pokemon volo #pla #pla volo #ask #anon #zed.talks #long post

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humming-pokemon-helpers · 1 year

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After work today, I feel obligated to share a certain reminder again: for the love of Arceus, do not catch a Pokémon if you are not prepared for it to be unwilling or unable to battle other Pokémon. Or perhaps more accurately to today’s situation: Pokémon are allowed to be non-battling if they so choose.

I find far too many people surprised by this concept just because “they must have been battling in the wild, right?” And yes, most of the time, we do catch Pokémon in wild battles. But sometimes Pokémon battle for self-defense, not to make a new partner, and sometimes we catch Pokémon without battling at all.

“But I’m a trainer!” Yes, and it’s a trainer’s job first and foremost to understand their Pokémon’s needs and wants. Not to force a creature that could be traumatized or worse to fight for prize money. And even if your Pokémon does want to fight, what happens if it gets injured, or grows old? It’s simply impossible to expect a Pokémon to be willing or able to battle from birth to death.

“But I don’t have the time/money to raise non-battling Pokémon!” Okay. Though I would say the same logic here applies here as it would to having a child in that you should be prepared for every eventuality before catching one, and if you couldn’t handle raising it without the extra income it provides, then you can’t handle raising it, period… I know that not everyone is taught that. At the least, if this is a deal-breaker, find a person who is willing and able to raise your Pokémon for you, and make sure to rehome them humanely.

As for what not to do: hitting, yelling, withholding food or water, making your other Pokémon attack your non-battling partner… I’ve seen people come in having done all of these, then asking me to “fix” their Pokémon. It saddens me every time, and often there’s little I can do to get these trainers to come around.

This time, I was lucky—I managed to convince this trainer to leave their non-battling Pokémon with me.

[An image of a Darumaka, curled up and rocking back and forth.]

This little gal doesn’t have a name other than “Darumaka” so far, and she hasn’t stopped rocking like that for a few hours. I’ll have to acclimate her slowly to my other Pokémon, but I’m glad she’s in a better place now at least. (If anybody has tips for keeping a Darumaka, please let me know—for now, I’m going about some fireproofing in my home.)

Just… I wish it didn’t have to come to this point for so many Pokémon.

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblr #pokemon #unreality #real pokemon #rotomblr #high stakes pokereality #tw: animal abuse #tw: pokemon abuse #poketherapist vanilla

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volostogekiss · 7 months

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Those translators really made Volo call us puny.

And for WHAT??

(He's more rude to GIRATINA than the player character! He uses the -san honorific for us, but the very derogatory "omae" for Giratina.)

i've only taken a few Japanese classes to supplement some years of self-study, speaking to a couple of Japanese people, and my short time in Japan, so this is more of my speculating and attempt at explaining based on that (since i'm not fluent and DO NOT have extensive Japanese knowledge). this got kinda long, but i ended up having more to say than i thought, so thank you for reading all the way to the end if you do haha

i think it's pretty normal for Volo to use "-san" for the player. after all, he's a merchant, and it's standard for a salesperson to use "-san" for customers to be polite. probably this is the main reason he uses it.

i've also heard "-san" used commonly across many situations (and as a safe honorific if you don't know how to address someone else yet), even among friends of similar age. it's kinda rude if you don't use it with someone's last name, and you don't really use ONLY someone's first name without "-san" unless they're family or very close to you (though i have experienced Japanese people using only my first name, as a foreigner, which i think is an exception to this). (this is also unless they've specified the way you should address them.)

this is probably just a game thing too, but Volo uses [first name] + "-san" as an exception to this because the player doesn't have a last name.

he's also maintaining his guise as being a merchant, so i think it'd be stranger if Volo didn't use "-san" because he isn't really on that level of closeness with the player to drop it anyway.

however, this whole thing is a bit hard to contextualize because it isn't a realistic situation; in real life, he probably wouldn't speak to a child like this, or even use "-san" at all.

as for "omae," it's a bit difficult to try and explain because i don't think it has a one-to-one translation in English, even though it'd be close to the word "you." it does carry a "rougher" context to it, so it could be considered rude in some situations, but it can also be used between people of equal status, besides when just speaking to someone of lower status. uhh and from actually speaking Japanese, it's pretty uncommon to use a "pronoun" word like "omae" anyway, since people typically just use one another's names instead. it could come off as rude not to use their name in place of a "pronoun" word once you know it. so i think Japanese in media like games and anime is a lot different than daily Japanese, too.

though it kinda makes sense Volo would use "omae" for Giratina. i can only unfortunately look to the English dialogue after you beat them as a reference here, but my interpretation of how Volo sees Giratina is that he believes HE was the one who gave it the opportunity to usurp Arceus. (he does state he was the one who gave it its power and the chance to do so.) so he'd use "omae" to speak to Giratina, as he considers himself the one with the higher status in their relationship. i also wouldn't expect Volo to be polite to Giratina because he's a Pokémon Wielder (ポケモンつかい, Pokemon tsukai, literally "Pokémon user" or "someone who uses Pokémon"), and Giratina is no different to him in that regard.

BUT! there is A LOT of nuance in Japanese that's untranslatable to English, and i think part of their honorific system is one of those things. so i apologize for any mistakes (pls correct me if anyone else who knows more has some input), as i don't think i'm well-versed enough in Japanese to give a lot of accurately detailed input. :U

#volo #okay long rant over though it was very fun to think about! :')#mat chats

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takomakiii · 9 months

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doomed from the cradle

im physically incapable of not giving my player character baggage. so here's my interpretation of the pla protag (i named her, her name is halle)

i was thinking about the timeline fuckery and realized that since modern sinnoh probably only exists as it is bc of the events of pla (and therefore the actions of the protag) that the protag was basically destined from before they were born to go through that entire incident with the rift. so imagine being a teenager and having to come to terms with the fact that your fate had been sealed even before you were born technically? like hundreds of years ago when you did and didn't exist at the same time. just cuz god couldn't handle one crazed blonde bitch

and then you just have to Live with that, the knowledge that god is basically holding your personhood hostage because if you don't do your duty as the chosen one then everything just breaks. and yea, the rift was handled, but what about the future? how much of your life has already been decided for you? do you even have autonomy? are you a person, or some flesh vessel that arceus made as a little errand-girl? very pleasant questions to mull over

it gets even worse if, like me, you interpret the dpp and pla protags to be the same person. like holy shit arceus how many times do i need to fix your problems for you? haven't i done enough? when do i get to rest, or do i just have to worry about divine frenzies threatening the universe every other year?

way too much lore for a pokemon game but i love stories about exploring what "the self" is and the human experience. imo having your autonomy withheld is one of the most horrific things a person can go through, and it's interesting to explore in fiction so here we are

#my art #oc #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #kind of the pla protag? but she's gained sentience so i can't really tag her as akari #ive named her and given her a unique design and everything #so much symbolism my ap lit teacher would go nutty and insane #doing it all for u ms taylor flexing emoji #i put volo in the cradle because hes a freak. not in an illegal way he's just a weird man-thing

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lovingvalentines · 11 months

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Hello! May I request Atticus x reader who’s a bit of a theater nerd themselves, and the “Poison-type prince” (lol) first properly meeting them after hearing them sing “Once upon a dream” in Tagtree Thicket pls? Oddly specific, but that’s my dream romantic meeting right there lol, and I need more Atticus in my life! Btw love your stuff!!!

(I don't remember if I've done any writing for Atticus so I'm just going to use a new emoji for him. Also I'm so sorry this took so long, I could never find the right inspiration to write this and I wanted to do it good.)

🧵 Atticus was wandering in the forest one day, trying to clear his head and maybe get some new inspiration when he heard some of the most beautiful singing he's ever heard.

🧵 He followed the singing to a clearing in the forest, he hid behind a tree as he watched. A person he'd never seen before was dancing and singing with all of their heart, unaware of their audience.

🧵 Atticus wasn't the only one there, many of Pokemon had gathered to watch and listen. It was an amazing sight.

🧵After they were done singing, Atticus walked out from behind the tree, clapping slowly.

🧵 "That was very beautiful, it seems that even nature was transfixed." Atticus said.

🧵"Oh my Arceus, you were listening!? Wait, where did all these pokemon come from!? " Y/N panicked, starting to freeze up.

🧵Atticus laughed a bit, "Don't worry, your singing was amazing. My name is Atticus, what's yours? "

🧵"Y/N...My name is Y/N. Wait aren't you a Team Star boss? "

🧵"Yes I am, but that doesn't matter. What matters is you're singing. Have you always been able to sing like that?"

🧵Y/N blushed, looking away. "Well... I've practiced a lot. I sing quite a bit. I love musicals and stuff, and I have a lot of time to practice. "

🧵"Sounds like time well spent. Your practice has definitely made perfect. Do you act in any performances?"

🧵"No I haven't, but I'd love to! I plan on moving to Unova one day and try my hand in acting."

🧵"Do you have an acting teacher or something? "

🧵 "No, I don't. I wish I did, but I am entirely self-taught. "

🧵"I don't really know that much about acting. How about we learn together?"

🧵"Wait, really? That'd be amazing! I've always needed someone to practice with. Are you sure? "

🧵"Of course! I think it'd be fun, AND I'd get to listen to more of your beautiful singing. "

🧵 "Heh... Okay! Let's do it! "

#pokemon #pokemon x reader #x reader #headcanons #atticus pokemon #atticus

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mysticalbookkeeper · 2 months

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I barely saw Villainous, all I saw are clips and some videos talking about the show on YouTube as I live in Canada, so guess who has to deal with that?

Anyway, from what I gathered, the show was FINE, it was harmless, it was kinda nice. But I think that the characters—other than Black Hat—were kind of…lacking in something. I saw bits and pieces of the english version, so I felt something wasn’t right with the characters. I feel as if Flug, 5.0.5 and Dementia could have been done a little differently from their usual stuff. But I also feel as if the team would benefit from having another character, someone to balance out the chaos that happens in their everyday lives and keeps things…less on fire.

Obviously what I mean is there should have been a straight man character to keep things in order and make sure things run smoothly.

Be it man, or woman.

So I have a little head canon to kinda test the idea of my own. I’m using my self-insert, Lilac (cauze I think I would be a great straight man, I am very tough, and, have travelled different worlds in video games and books, so I think I’d be the perfect person for the job).

In Black Hat Organisation, Dr. Flug was creating a new invention. Let’s say this one was to blot out the sun (like I think what happened in the first episode)? While Dr. Flug was in charge of that, a young purple skinned woman was concocting a brew of her own. One that would not be consumed by itself, but by sticking, for example, an apple inside, the fruit—or whatever food item used—would become poisonous and immediately kill the victim with just one bite. Only true love’s kiss would undo the death.

Lilac scoffed. Of course, true love wasn’t real. She had learned that lesson long ago when someone she thought she could trust turned his back and betrayed her (a CERTAIN someone from Legends Arceus).

Lilac was about to put the jars of the poison into the bio-hazard fridge to let them stay cool, when she heard a crash.

“For crying out loud, who the hell?!” She shouted and turned to see the commotion. Dr. Flug’s invention was currently being toyed with by Demencia, who was laughing and giggling wildly and playing with Flug’s machine.

“What does this do-hickey do?” Demencia drooled, looking at the ray. She went to aim it at a wall, and shot,, but thanks to Lilac’s quick reflexes, she used another ray gun laying around and used it to blast away Demencia’s ray and both lasers disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Lilac glared at the duo, with 5.0.5 looking frighteningly at her in the background, having been mopping.

“Demencia, what are you doing in here?! I told you to stay out of our way!” Lilac snapped, marching towards her.

Demencia, believing she was the real alpha among the two women, glared.

“You don’t tell me what to do you darn…freak!”

“W-with all due respect miss Lilac, we…”

“That’s ma’am to you bag-head! You told me you could keep her under control!” Lilac snapped.

“I did! I mean, I can! Just…she slipped out of my grasp and…”

“Demencia. Orders from Black Hat.” Said Lilac.

At that name, Demencia immediately was in front of Lilac and giving her a deranged grin.

“You are to count every piece of grass in the city while Dr. Flug and I continue our work. Black Hat believes that there’s been an overgrowth of too many grass and he needs you to go investigate. Understood?” Lilac asked, a scary calm to her voice.

“Yes ma’am! Anything for my lustrous beautiful overlord Black Hat!” Said Demencia. Then she scampered away on all fours, eager to please Black Hat.

Lilac grinned, proud of her lie. She knew Black Hat would likely be angry with her and she’d be in a lot of trouble…but then again, maybe some actual peace and quiet will help the two real smart people get real work done this time. Black Hat would definitely appreciate more work and peace and quiet. He might even give her an award. Although, the closest thing to an award Black Hat had ever given her was a dead leaf. But it was a HUGE leaf, and it was still intact, so it was the thought that counted. Besides, Lilac kept it safe in a small glass case next to her bed, so it was always safe.

“Dr. Flug, a word? Please.” Lilac looked at the doctor in question, her face expressionless.

Dr. Flug gulped.

“Relax, I’m not about to give you the smack down like Black Hat. But we need to speak about…her.”

Dr. Flug nodded.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t understand how she got inside. I kept th-the door locked a-and I had her watch t.v, and I gave h-her colouring b-books so…”

“T.v? Colouring books? For someone with a short attention span such as Demencia? I’d be surprised she even looked in those colouring books at all! You know she does this because she KNOWS she can get under your skin. She may have a few loose screws in her skull, but she still can outsmart you if you keep letting her take advantage of your….meagre nature.” Lilac said.

“Yes. Sorry ma’am.” Flug said.

“No need. Just stay on your toes Flug. We can’t afford any distractions.” Said Lilac.

Flug nodded and returned to working on his darkness-ray.

Lilac began filling her jars with the potion and began storing them away. 5.0.5 came to help.

Lilac smiled at the bear. It was hard to get angry at such a sweet and caring soul, even one who was a bear.

“Thank you 5.0.5. I appreciate it.” Lilac said.

5.0.5 grinned at her.

Suddenly the lights went out. Lilac screamed a little, but held onto the jars, as did 5.0.5, although, he quickly shoved the jars haphazardly into the refrigerator and covered his eyes, cowering on the ground. Dr. Flug was absolutely shivering in his pants. Lilac turned around and remained firm as a figure appeared in a cloud of black smoke and the lights flashed back on.

Lilac bowed, holding her jars in her arms, careful not to drop any of them.

“Lord Black Hat, sir. It’s an honour. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” Asked Lilac calmly.

“L-Lord B-Black Hat, sir. It’s g-great to see you too. Ah, I mean, an honour, I-I mean…”

Black Hat rose a hand and Flug stopped speaking.

Black Hat slightly grinned at Lilac. It was…well, it wasn’t a rarity for Black Hat to smile, he has before. But that was usually when he was tormenting Dr. Flug and the other two. He tormented Lilac as well, but he had done it less and less when she threatened to quit and report him to a hero organization. He had got angry, but he considered her for a few moments and, begrudgingly, agreed to her terms. So long as she continued to obey him, he had no problem with her…independent nature. Rather, Black Hat enjoyed it, as she brought peace to the normally chaotic Black Hat headquarters.

Speaking of…

“I don’t see Demencia. Where did she go?” Asked Black Hat.

“I sent her away sir. She’s busy counting grass while we speak, so Flug and I could work in peace. She was causing trouble for Dr. Flug.” Lilac answered.

Black Hat would have yelled at Lilac for sending Demencia out, but if it kept his more…RELIABLE employees on track, then he’d allow it.

“Excellent.” Black Hat grinned menacingly.

“I see you have your potions ready and already being stored. Good work Lilac. Keep it up. How is your darkness ray coming along doctor?” Asked Black Hat.

“Ah, w-well, it’s coming along great! I may…need a bit longer to…”

Black Hat’s grin faltered slightly.

“WHAT?!” He growled and rose a hand. Dr. Flug froze and convulsed on the floor, writhing in agony.

Lilac looked away, knowing not to step in front of Black Hat when he was angry. 5.0.5 looked nervously and went to go to Dr. Flug, but Lilax stopped him and gently shook her head. She looked at the pained Dr. Flug with a neutral expression.

“He knew the risk. He let it happen.” Said Lilac.

Though she didn’t like it either, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Well, there was, but that would likely escalate the situation.

“You will make that ray or I’ll make you clean the shark tank again!” Black Hat said.

“We have a shark tank?” Asked Lilac.

5.0.5 nodded.

“Alright.”

Once Black Hat had his “fun” he left and the three looked at the spot he was before, before returning to work.

“Alright, we’re ready!” Said Flug. Demencia burst in the doors and looked around for anything to damage. When she discovered that there was nothing, she groaned in aggravation.

“Awesome! Our client awaits!” Said Lilac. “Follow me troopers!” Said Lilac and walked to where their flying hat would be.

They flew through the air, chilling, as the skies were sunny and clear. Not a good sign. For those who got severe sunburns like penumbra and her people. Lilac knew there was a simpler solution than completely blocking out the sun, but she guessed because people like Penumbra suffered severely, a hat and sunscreen was no good to her (and god forbid that stores stay open a little longer AFTER the sun had gone down. Really, if Lilac didn’t know any better, she’d think this town was full of racist people…no, wait, that’s exactly what they were.)

Lilac noticed the city where they were supposed to land and went to land somewhere in a large empty Wal-Mart parking lot.

Lilac and the others climbed out and hurried over to the street where they saw a huge battle going on, with Penumbra having scary burns on her skin.

The grey-skinned woman looked tired and exhausted and she looked like she could barely stay upright.

In the sky in front of the woman was a hero with big giant muscles and a golden suit, smiling a ridiculous corny smile and looking smug as he continued to fight the helpless woman.

“Oh sh*t! She’s gonna get heat stroke! Dr. Flug, you have the plans?” Asked Lilac.

“Y-yes. So, to explain, we…”

“You explained on the way! Get out there and put it into action! Go, go GO!”

Everyone panicked and ran into the street at Lilac’s command and went to face the hero.

Meanwhile, Lilac ran in with a large umbrella and covered Penumbra with it and she lead the woman into the cool conditioned flying hat and had her sit down and hurried to the bathroom and returned with a wash cloth and gently washed the woman’s bare skin with it. The woman gently took the cloth and proceeded to place it on her head.

“Don’t move, I’ll get you water!” Lilac said and hurried back to the bathroom and returned with water.

Penumbra gently took it and took a sip, before setting it on the table next to her.

“Thank you.” She said, smiling at Lilac.

“You’re welcome.” Lilac said and ran over to another corner of the hat and pulled out a rather large sword.

“Will you be okay on your own?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Awesome. Sit tightly, I’ve got a stupid hero to deal with.” Said Lilac and ran out the hat.

Lilac ran to join the other two.

“Where is that stupid jackass?!” She shouted. (I’m way too used to using cuss words in writing, my bad).

Flug and Demencia both pointed upwards to where the hero was flying towards them.

“Alright. Everyone! Spread out!” Lilac shouted and everyone ran opposite directions and the hero flew after Flug.

“Sh*t!” Lilac charged towards the hero, and got ready with her sword, but the hero blasted her in the eyes with his sun-ray vision, and everything hurt and Lilac fell onto the road, crying in pain, kicking her legs in the air and shouting every cuss word known to every pirate in the world and crying.

Demencia went to attack, not as a way to defend her teammates, but to please Black Hat.

She got onto Sunblast’s back and he tried to get her off, flying around.

“Get off me you freak!” Shouted Sunblast.

Demencia brought out a small dagger and was trying to stab Sunblast, but he kept flying around too much for her to properly aim, and she had to hold on, due to how fast he was going.

Lilac tried to open her eyes, but everything still hurt and she whimpered. If Black Hat saw her, he’d call her a pathetic whimpering baby. He did it to Flug, as he was always whimpering and soiling his pants.

Lilac tried to feel around and accidentally bumped into something frail and skinny.

“Flug?” Asked Lilac.

“Ma’am! Yes, it’s me!”

“Lilac is fine. Just…what’s happening?! Where’s that damned hero and Demencia?!” Shouted Lilac.

“Demencia’s fighting him off. Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine! I’ll be fine, just need to rest a bit.” Lilac said, calming down a little at the second sentence.

“Just go blot out the sun! Just for today, because we need to hurry this up and hurry back to headquarters afterwards!” Said Lilax.

Flug looked at the decommissioned Lilac and then towards Demencia, who was now being flung towards the road and skidded to a halt, scrapes on her. He looked at 5.0.5, who was standing there, wondering what to do.

“No.”

“What?”

“We have to fall back! Sunblast is too strong.”

“Flug! We can’t just leave, we have a mission to do! You’re still fine, right?! You can use your ray thing to…”

“No!”

Lilac froze upon hearing Flug’s words. She wished she could open her eyes to see his expression right now.

“No…no. He’s too strong. If we all get hit, we might be…”

Dr. Flug stood up, a determined scowl on his face.

“DEMENCIA! 5.0.5! Get back in the flying hat! Now!” Flug shouted.

Demencia ran passed Flug and Lilac, and Flug stopped 5.0.5, before he got too far.

“5.0.5! I need you to carry Lilac! Get her onto the hat safely! I’ll be right behind you!”

5.0.5 nodded and grabbed the blind Lilac and ran towards the hat.

Flug ran towards them, when a voice stopped him.

“Ha.”

“Oh no.” Flug whimpered and slowly turned to where Sunblast was standing.

“You always were one to run away. I was just going to have a little word with you before your little freak show friend decided to ruin it for me. So I’ll make it brief. You never should have shown your face in front of me again! I told you to back off. You’re a loser that is just making us heroes look bad. To think you asked me to be my sidekick. As if anyone would ever want you. I’m even surprised that someone as nasty and despicable as your overlord Black Hat would even dare to choose you at all. But I guess you do make a good punching bag, so good for him I guess. Take your pathetic villain squad and never come back. If I catch you again, you won’t even be able to see the light day again once I get through with you.”

Flug just ran off and Sunblast smirked as he watched him go.

“Goddammit!” Flug slammed his fists on the control panel as they flew away (in invisible mode, of course, so no one could follow them).

“Stupid hero! I had him! I swear I did! You!” Demencia pointed at a still blind Lilac who was washing her eyes out with a wet towel over a large bowl in her seat.

“This is all your fault! If you just hadn’t stuck to the loser doctor’s stupid plan and just let me do things my way, then everything would have been fine!”

“And what?! Get us all killed then?! You had no plan Demencia! Your idea was to run in there with no strategy or idea on how to face our opponent! In a battle, that is really freaking stupid! You don’t run in there without knowing yourself, or the enemy! You need a plan!”

“We’ll yours and Dr. Flug’s plan sucked!”

“Just because you didn’t like it, doesn’t mean it sucked! We just didn’t…see…him coming. Well, we did, but we had no idea he would outsmart us like that. Next time, we need to account for super-speed. And his stupid sun ray vision!” Lilac groaned in pain.

“We…we have to tell Black Hat the truth. We screwed up. The plan failed and we couldn’t do anything to stop Sunblast.” Flug looked sadly at Penumbra, who was doing a lot better than the rest of them at the moment (though she was still recovering from her sunburns).

“I’m…so sorry miss Penumbra. We failed you and your people.”

“No. You did everything you could. It was that damn Sunblast! He thinks that darkness is a bad thing, but we need the dark! It’s important not only to my people, but to everyone who lives on earth!” Said Penumbra, slamming her fist on the arm of her chair.

“Welp, better get cozy. I can’t wait for Black Hat to chew you and that stupid purple freak out!” Demencia said.

“He’s going to chew us ALL out once I tell him! Now…”

Suddenly, the window changed and Black Hat appeared on the window, blocking out the sky in front of them.

“Report Dr. Flug. I see you have Miss Penumbra. Were you able to succeed in your task then?” Asked Black Hat.

Dr. Flug looked at the man for a few short seconds. He sighed.

“No. No, sir. We…actually failed to block out the sun and miss Penumbra almost…and Lilac, she…”

Lilac couldn’t see Black Hat’s expression. But she knew he was most likely looking at her with contempt and rage. She wouldn’t be surprised if he exiled her for her incompetence and flat out blamed her for this mess. Just like when she was in Hisui.

However, what Lilac did NOT see was Black Hat looking at her with a neutral expression, watching as she whimpered and washed her face.

Dr. Flug looked at Black Hat nervously.

“Then hurry up and get over here! Are you being followed?” Asked Black Hat.

“No. We turned on invisibility mode, so that we couldn’t be seen, sir.” Said Dr. Flug.

“Good. It would have been very stupid of you to lead a hero to my headquarters Dr. Flug. I’m honestly glad you remembered this time. Once you get here, I want miss Lilac in the infirmary and I want you, Demencia and 5.0.5 to report to me. ARE WE CLEAR, DOCTOR?!” Black Hat made a scary face at Dr. Flug, grinning manically while his tongue stuck out and tentacles appeared from his back and a mouth opened on his neck.

All of Dr. Flug, Demencia and 5.0.5 screamed in terror at his face.

Darn. Lilac thought. I wish I could have seen what face he was using.

Once they returned to Black Hat headquarters, 5.0.5 carried Lilac to the infirmary where he proceeded to help Lilac with getting clean new towels and filling up the bowl as she sat on the bed.

Meanwhile, Penumbra waited in the waiting room as Flug and Demencia stood in Black Hat’s office.

“Sir, we failed, but we can get Sunburst! We just need to calculate for his super speed and find protection against his sun-ray vision! I promise we can…”

“I’m not mad doctor.”

“You’re not?” Asked Dr. Flug.

“No.”

Black Hat whipped around, a scary face on him again.

Demencia and Flug jumped back.

“I’M FURIOUS!”

“Look, I know we failed to stop the hero and…”

“You think this is about the hero?! No! I thought I trained you for this! Always look out for one another! What’s the one rule I have?!”

“To help Villains in becoming better villains?” Asked Dr. Flug.

“And…?”

“To…help your fellow villains in need. Even if you don’t agree with their ideals.” Answered Flug.

“Yes! And what happened to one of ours?!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for Lilac to…”

“You’re just lucky that a sun-ray vision to the eyes was all she got! Sunburst is dangerous! All superheroes are! Or…all these self-proclaimed super-heroes are!” Black Hat spat.

“I…I didn’t mean…I didn’t want…”

“What would you have done had she been attacked with a sun flare fist?! Or a melting sun beam?! You think anyone could survive that?! I can! But not a mortal like Lilac, or you for that matter! You’re not invincible like me! You’re all flimsy, noodle, easily destructible beings! One snap and you all could have perished just like that! You all just got lucky!” Snapped Black Hat.

“Yes sir.” Said Flug, looking down.

“And Demencia!”

“What did I do?! I did as told!”

“Did you? Or did you just blindly attack the hero without any idea of what you were getting into? You went to attack Sunblast without any strategy! Even when witnessing what happened to Lilac! But we all know how less you could care about her! Demencia, you and Dr. Flug and everyone need to start working as a team! Lilac and 5.0.5 as well, otherwise…we’ll all be in trouble if the superheroes continue to win.” Said Black Hat.

“Yes sir.” Said Flug and Demencia, though she said it more begrudgingly.

“Good. Now go…I don’t know, go do whatever it is you do when I don’t have need of you. I need to think.” Said Black Hat.

Both Flug and Demencia nodded and they left the office, glad to have their limbs and insides intact.

#villainous black hat #villainos #villainous #headcanon #black hat #black hat villainous #dr. flug #demencia #o.c

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calictii · 3 months

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hey. tell me about your oc.

Okay i'm really sorry i let this sit in my drafts for a million years. My Pla oc is like such a self insert. and is not very well defined since i am Just getting back into writing. being gone for like 10 years. XD

Anyways He's named Myth and he did live in Modern day Sinnoh. When he was younger he put all of his Hopes and Dreams on being a Pokemon Trainer. But wasn't actually good at it by the modern competitive standards. Didn't have the skills, the abilities, the mental health. Doesn't do much in the modern day. Stays in his house and basically Just Rots. Single minded little man. Can't be a pokemon trainer? then doesn't want to be anything. Doesn't want to do anything.

I'm inserting a read more for safety reasons. For how he ends up in Hisui. Tw: self harm/Suicide (not graphic)

He does self harm, so he has scars all over his arms. And right before the story he had attempted to kill himself and he laid down and waited to die basically. Which is how Arceus comes to rescue him. And when Laventon finds him, he's exceptionally sick and disorientated and like depression brain fog. So he doesn't even think to question what's going on. You know "This might as well happen" ? Laventon assumes that Myths self harm injuries (scars and fresh wounds) are from pokemon attacks and thinks myth must be a super tough man who deals a lot with scary pokemon. and because Myth prefers this assumption over the truth he Just doesn't correct him. (Laventon uses it as proof on how helpful he would be because "Look at how many tough encounters he's survived!" ) Even when he does figure out that he's Not dead and this isn't some hallucination he's basically like "Well my life sucked anyways." surprisingly chill about the situation. Basically throws out his modern day knowledge. Doesn't care. Irrelevant. Obsolete. (At least until he meets Ingo.) Also think that due to his fresh injuries, Laventon takes him to see Pesselle first. To help him out as he is quite sick. (although not so sure on the kinds of healthcare that's going on here. XD) Which is actually how he meets Captain Cyllene. Because of course she's heard of this commotion happening. Throughout the game Myth learns to appreciate his new life. Through the many life threatening encounters with pokemon and also the dangers of the wilds in general. He has a purpose to his life and he belongs somewhere. Even if it's quite conditional. His skills as a pokemon trainer may not be any good in the modern day, but in comparison to people afraid of pokemon, he's impressive to them. Also his skills do genuinely improve because they have to. During the banishment and Red Sky thing, he's basically helping to solve it, because He Lives Here Now and Doesn't Want To Die. Totally for self preservation reasons 0% for the people of Jubilife, because they really sent him to meet his death. But ultimately does forgive them because Saving the world really does give you some leverage in the village.

#pokemon #legends arceus #tw: self harm #tw: sui mention

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au-wannabe-the-very-best · 2 years

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Plot twist arceus seeing that volo all well and attached to ingo despite the murder attempts decides to send him back to hisui (as ingo’s chandalure still) with the job of protecting his trainer.

✨

And man is volo conflicted. On one hand he knows what happens and could change his fate on the other hand senpai has finally noticed him and has given him a job. And he doesn’t know if ingo would go home without him so…DAMMIT

VERRRRY INTERESTING TAKE!!!

On one hand, I’d like to see how Volo going back in Hisui with Ingo would turn out. On the other hand, I kind of also wonder how things would go if Volo wasn’t sent back until AFTER Akari’s beaten his past self. Both very different paths with intriguing outcomes.

If he’s there at the beginning, I imagine that he would do what Arceus says. Because uh, yeah... SENPAI NOTICED HIM. He won’t deny that the previous rejection hurt, but for him, it was centuries ago. And he’s since then learn to let go of the past and enjoy what he has in the present. Namely, Ingo’s cuddles and Emmet sneaking him too many unhealthy treats behind Ingo’s back. (Also Ingo’s soul is pretty tasty and literally never-ending. Arceus probably had something to do with that. Maybe.)

If he’s there after his past self’s defeat... His duty would probably be damage control. Clean up the mess he left behind! That means comforting two people whose lives he kinda sorta ruined in the past.

Ingo would see Chandelure and immediately remember that this was the Pokémon who he could see in his dreams. The one with a mastery of flames. Ingo’s memories get a bit of a shock just from seeing his Chandelure and he’ll remember quite a bit more, though not everything. The rest of his team, battling in a high-speed moving vehicle, dear lord COFFEE. How he misses coffee.

Volo would comfort Ingo with cuddles and uncharacteristic sweetness because for once he doesn’t feel like spewing his villainous monologue about eating Ingo’s soul. And then he’d lead Ingo to Akari not long after so that they ALL have a cuddle pile and comfort each other.

Volo may or may not be the reason in this AU Akari gets adopted by Ingo. It was an accident but it got the job done so who cares. Did he do good, Arceus? He thinks he did good.

#Learn To Love By Candlelight #Volo #Emmet #Ingo #Akari #Submas #Subway Boss Emmet #Subway Boss Ingo #PLA Ingo #PLA Akari #Legends Arceus #Papa Ingo #Uncle Volo #Sorta

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lieblxng · 6 months

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@journcys | Referencing

Marea: your nice behaviour doesn’t fool me

arceus/phae:

#//i howled when i saw this #Arceus (self) | I have many names~#kyogre tbt #All I need is the heat. | Commentary #journcys

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youllallriseintheink · 1 year

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Planetary Alignment

A request for @standardizedbogey.

In the wake of his failure on the Spear Pillar, Cyrus spent ages in the Distortion World, desperately searching for his victory as the world moved on without him. With Team Galactic disbanded and his hands empty, will he have anywhere to turn once he returns to this world?

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How endless was the endless expanse of the Distortion World? Once one entered, was there a way out? A good deal of time ago- Cyrus had no way of counting the days in the Distortion World’s constant dusk- he wouldn’t have cared. He had made up his mind that he was going to unlock this place’s secrets and use them to forge his new universe. The only other option was to die trying. But what felt like months of wandering through empty floating islands had forced him to realize that there were no secrets here, and death wasn’t coming for him either. There was only the emptiness and quiet that he had once found peaceful but was now tugging at the remains of his sanity.

Cyrus took out his crobat as he reached the edge of yet another floating island. It knew the routine by now and landed for him to mount so that it could take him to the next island. Upon landing, Cyrus stroked the creature’s head before returning it. He’d grown tired of repeating comforting words such as “we’ll be out soon” to it, and it had probably grown tired of hearing them. They were going in the direction of what looked to be a “wall” of the purple energy that made up the sky in this realm. Hopefully, once they reached it, they would be out.

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Saturn had been at work in his office at Galactic Corps when his secretary called him down to its entrance.

A small crowd of ex-grunts had gathered there, and at the center of it all was Cyrus, looking just as calm and self-assured as he had the day Giratina had dragged him off to the Distortion World.

“Where have you been?” asked one of the excited ex-grunts.

“Does this mean there’s going to be a Team Galactic again?” asked another.

“You will receive your answers in time,” Cyrus assured them. Then, he noticed Saturn.

For a second, the two were stunned and could only stare at each other. Saturn had daydreamed of this scenario a hundred times, but the real deal could be dangerous. Saturn shook himself awake and made his way through the crowd.

“Come with me to my office,” Saturn said firmly.

Once they were there, Saturn locked the door, dialed officer Jenny’s number into his landline, grabbed one of his pokéballs, and looked Cyrus in the eye. “What do you want?” he asked, voice laced with caution.

“I don’t know,” Cyrus admitted.

Saturn let go of the pokéball. “You don’t know?”

“I didn’t plan on coming out of the Distortion World empty-handed, so I don’t know what my next move is. But I know there isn’t going to be a new world. There simply isn’t a way to create it. There is no use for Team Galactic anymore, so you’ve done me a favour by disbanding it.”

Saturn felt as though a massive weight had been taken off his shoulders. “Thank Arceus. I thought you might be here to start Team Galactic up again. We have a lot to catch up on. You might as well take a seat.”

And so they did. It was strange to be looking across at Cyrus from behind what was once his desk, knowing that, having been presumed dead not long after Giratina had dragged him off, he had nothing to his name but Saturn’s mercy.

“So,” Saturn began, “Remember how we thought we could go completely mask-off on Mount Coronet because we were leaving this world behind? Well, after that didn’t happen, I was the one left to pick up the pieces. I blamed everything I could on Charon to keep Mars, Jupiter and as many grunts as I could out of prison. Law enforcement was doing thorough weekly checks on this place for months to make sure I was running it legitimately, but they’re finally leaving us alone. I also employed as many grunts as I could. Not like they’d have an easy time of things otherwise. A lot of them have criminal records now, and alienated the people in their lives. Things are getting better, but there was a lot of damage to undo.”

“It sounds as thought you’ve done very well. Thank you for trying to undo Team Galactic’s damages.”

The remorse surprised Saturn. Maybe, just maybe, things between them could go back to the way they were before Team Galactic. “Thanks. Cyrus, if you could do it all again, would you?”

“No. My intent was to create a better world, not to waste years being another source of pain and strife in this one.”

“Would you if there was a chance you could succeed?”

“Yes. If there was even the smallest chance of it.”

Saturn sighed. “You know, after you were declared dead, I found your private notes while clearing out your home. I know exactly what you were going to do to the world. I know this project was everything to you, and you wouldn’t do anything you didn’t think was best for it. But... after you disappeared, people were speculating that Giratina was helping you reshape the universe the way he tried to help Volo all those years ago. I was terrified that they were right. You don’t know what it’s like to worry that at any moment you could lose the capacity to love, or care about, or enjoy anything. But more than that, I felt betrayed that you would disregard my free will like that. And then I realized… that’s what all of Team Galactic wanted to do to everyone. Take away their autonomy. It was wrong. All of it was. If you could do it all again, would you still lie to me?” Saturn's voice wasn’t angry in the slightest, just very somber.

“Would you prefer that I had told you? That would have done nothing but cause you unneeded distress. I don’t understand why people are so attached to their hearts, but I would not let that petty attachment keep me from bringing the world peace. So yes, I would hide my plans from those unable to understand them. But… it was not my intent to frighten you, or to leave you to pick up the pieces.” Cyrus looked away. “I’m sorry, Saturn.”

Saturn wasn’t sure what to say to that.

“If you could turn back time to when I made you my first recruit to Team Galactic, what would you have done?” Cyrus asked.

“I think... if I could talk to the person you were back then, I would have tried to talk you out of it. I don’t mean yelling platitudes after you like Cynthia. I mean as a concerned friend.”

The mutual disappointment was palpable as a silent moment stretched out between the two men. Saturn wondered if things could ever be normal between them again, or if they should be.

“Look, I do want to help you. But a lot of people are recovering from Team Galactic, so it’s going to have to be on my terms. You being around could hurt their progress if we’re not careful.”

“What are your terms?

“We’ll figure that out. We’ll see how it goes when you meet Mars.” Saturn got up. “I have a meeting, and then we can go see her. Stay there and don’t answer the door. The fewer ex-grunts that see you before we figure out what to do, the better.”

With that, Saturn left.

The focus on Mars confused Cyrus. Then, he realized: Mars, more than anyone, would be determined for things to go back to the way they were. No one in Team Galactic had worshipped him more than her. No one had wanted the new world as badly- maybe not even Cyrus himself. And no one that he knew of had had less to go back to. Seeing him again only to find out he was useless would be salt in her wounds.

Saturn arrived back after the meeting and took Cyrus to a nice house on the edge of Veilstone.

“Here it is. Home of the ex-commanders,” Saturn said as they approached it.

“You four live together?”

“Not Charon- he’s in prison, remember? But yeah. It’s unconventional, but it works for us.”

Saturn unlocked and opened the door. “Mars?” he called out, “We have a surprise for you.”

Mars appeared at the top of the stairwell. As soon as she saw Cyrus, her eyes lit up like child’s on Christmas Day. She was stunned for all of half a second before she scampered down and squeezed Cyrus tight.

“You’re back! Oh my gosh, we thought you were dead!” she squealed, head smushed against his chest.

Cyrus’ heart sank at the thought of having to kill all that joy and hope. “Let me go,” he ordered.

Mars did as she was asked. “Right, personal space. I just- I don’t even know what to say!”

Cyrus looked her dead in the eyes, severely enough to wipe the smile from her face. “Mars. I want to make something very clear to you. I searched high and low in the Distortion World for a way to create a new universe, but there was nothing. There will be no new universe and I will not be reviving Team Galactic.”

Mars nodded. “Good.”

Cyrus blinked. He was prepared to stand strong as she begged him to restart the team and research a different path to his new world, or to watch as he became dead to his most fervent supporter and she found someone else to worship. He was not expecting… this.

“I don’t think you understood me. I’m not your leader anymore. I can’t provide anything for you.”

Mars chuckled. “No, you didn’t understand me. I’m glad that you’ll be leaving that behind. It wasn’t a good way to live.”

There were a few moments of silence as Cyrus tried to process what she was saying.

“Come in. I’m going to explain what happened after you left. I’ll go get Jupiter.”

Saturn led Cyrus into their living room as Mars and Jupiter gathered in it, too.

“We all went looking for you after Giratina dragged you away,” Mars started, “We thought there might be some way of getting to the Distortion World on The Spear Pillar or in Sendoff Spring. When that didn’t happen, Jupiter and Saturn gave up. But... well, I’m not stupid. I knew that back when you were here, we were all just doing whatever would get us closer to our goal. You recruited me because I was useful. So I thought... once there wasn’t a Team Galactic, the commanders wouldn’t be my family anymore. I didn’t have anyone else. So I searched every bit I could of Mount Coronet until I got lost. And then, one day, Saturn and Jupiter found me curled up and crying deep in its caves and got me out again. Even though Team Galactic was gone. Do you remember what you told me when you first recruited me, Cyrus? Back when I was fifteen and living on the streets?”

“I don’t see how it’s relevant, but yes. I told you that you’d been strong for too long, and that you wouldn’t have to be strong much longer. My apologies for giving you false hope.”

“No, you were right. You guys helped me get my life together. It was the first time in a while I’d had people to rely on. It just took Team Galactic disbanding for me to realize that I had people in my life who weren’t using me. After Saturn and Jupiter found me, they promised that we’d stick together and help each other move on. And we did. I tried contests for a while, and it was fun, but I couldn’t make it big with them, so now I’m going to go into social work. I still want to make the world a better place, even if I can’t solve the world’s problems in one fell swoop like we wanted to.”

The last time Cyrus had seen Mars, she’d been a vicious, vulnerable, theatric little commander and was still essentially a child in his eyes. She’d aged, what? A year, maybe two while he stagnated in the Distortion World, but all he could see in her now was a grown woman. “You’ve matured so much,” was all he could think to say.

“Thanks. And that brings us to you. I knew that if you ever came back, you’d need our help, too. I know what it’s like to think that the world is a rotten, irredeemable place, and Team Galactic let us think that it was okay to wallow in that because we had something else to hope for. But closing your eyes to everything good in the world wasn’t a good way to be. You aren’t an exception to that because you founded the team. And I also know now that it’s possible to come out of that. I didn’t want you to feel like there would be no one on your side anymore like I did. So I had the other commanders agree that, if you came back and it was safe to, we’d help you like they helped me.”

Cyrus was dumbstruck. He was useless to the ex-commanders. He couldn’t give them what he’d promised and by the sounds of things they didn’t even want it anymore. And yet, all three of them had agreed to this. “You wanted me to come back empty-handed because you thought it was best for me. You… want to help me because…”

Cyrus looked to Jupiter, who he’d previously thought he was just a paycheck to, and Saturn, who minutes before he’d thought he was all but dead to.

“Because we care about you, dumbass,” Jupiter finished for him.

Cyrus blinked back tears. “Saturn. You said there were terms to this. What are they?”

“I don’t know. The plan was to come up with them once we figured out where you were mentally. Let’s the three of us talk about it,” Saturn said. With that, the three ex-commanders left for another room.

Some time later, the trio returned. “Alright. Here are the terms. First, I’m not giving you back the company. I don’t think that having you as any kind of leader is what the ex-grunts need right now.”

Cyrus nodded.

“Second, therapy.”

“I don’t need-”

“You spent over half a decade plotting to destroy the world because you were miserable in it,” Jupiter pointed out.

“Yeah,” Saturn agreed. “And this isn’t a slight against you. We’ve all had therapy. We left a cult. It’s the rational thing to do. And these terms are non-negotiable. Take it or leave it.”

“…I will if I must.”

“Alright. Thirdly, I need you to promise me complete honesty and transparency. No more secrets. If I ask you a question, you answer it. Can you promise me that?”

Cyrus looked his old friend in the eyes. “I promise. Thank you for giving me this chance.”

“Alright!” Jupiter chimed in. “Now, this isn’t a term, more of a changeable plan, but since Looker already thinks us ex-commanders are harmless, here’s what we were thinking: Mars gives you a new look, and we pass you off as an ex-commander that Cyrus kept secret from the rest of us. You could be an engineer at Galactic Corps. And hey, that means that you and I will be working together.”

“And since ex-grunts thankfully aren’t the brightest,” Saturn added, “we can tell the ones who saw you today that you were impersonating Cyrus to try and start Team Galactic up again, but I made you see reason.”

“That’s a excellent plan,” Cyrus said. “The best lies are mostly truth, after all.”

Soon, Cyrus was in front of the mirror, examining Mars’ handiwork on his shorter, smoother-edged, maroon-coloured hair as the other two commanders tried to come up with a new name for him.

“Mercury is kind of the last planet name available that doesn’t sound ridiculous,” Saturn pointed out, “otherwise, we’re going to have to look at comets or moons or something. What do you think, Cyrus?”

“Mercury... Ex-commander Mercury,” Cyrus said the name slowly as if to taste it. It was... reasonable, he supposed. It made it sound as though he was one of them. “I think that’s what I’d like to be called.”

It wasn’t the first time that Cyrus had changed his name. He’d been twelve years old when he’d chosen to name himself after two symbols of power, independence, and importance: the sun and his heroic ancestor Cyllene. He hadn’t thought that anyone would go along with it, so he’d waited until he left home to go by it. But from the moment he’d chosen that name, he’d tried to earn it. To push down his pain, to need no one, to succeed for himself and no one else.

Even if it took a lifetime, even if some things broken could never be repaired, he’d earn this name, too.

#pokemon #galactic boss cyrus #commander saturn #commander jupiter #commander mars #AUs #Commander Mercury AU #my fanfiction

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sparklingdemon · 2 years

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whats up with Forever Mine? (afaik u wrote the remake so if i got the wrong guy please forgive me :P) i didnt really grasp any message behind it or whatever. i feel like parts of it were wonderful but im still left confused, so i want to ask about what the purpose behind writing it was + what the general message of it is

hello, yes! i am the author of forever mine, both its original and the remake!

there wasn't really a "purpose" behind the story's conception, actually!

forever mine started as the stereotypical pokepasta story, where an abandoned shaymin stitched sky forme shaymin body parts onto itself to make its trainer love it again. the original forever mine (2011) was the first story to use this idea, but many stories have copied its concept since, making the idea very cliché today. i wanted to do something different for its remake to separate it from the stories that copied my initial idea. i eventually settled on the "haunted game" trope instead, as having a human character would allow me to tell a more complex story than a one-dimensional "yandere" pokemon.

i am willing to explain my thought process behind the story, but please be mindful of the following content warnings.

(fictional suicide, religious trauma, artwork depicting self harm.)

Forever Mine is about a teenage girl named Skye, who commits suicide for unspecified reasons. The narrator, who went to the same school as her, attends the funeral out of kindness despite not knowing her at all. While there, the narrator notes that Skye's parents seem angry and disappointed by her death.

(It can be assumed that Skye may have killed herself due to her poor relationship with her family. However, I left the exact reason ambiguous on purpose.)

This is because Skye and the narrator live in a very religious community. Skye was taught that she would go to Hell if she killed herself. (This is why the game later refers to her as "SINNER" - Skye herself believes that by committing suicide, she had committed a mortal sin.) She then haunted the earth, in fear of going to the afterlife and being damned.

After attending Skye's funeral, the narrator names a Shaymin after her. Skye discovers this and decides to reach out to the narrator by using the in-game Shaymin as a vessel.

Skye corrupts the narrator's game and uses it to show her final moments, revealing to the narrator the circumstances that caused it. The Dusknoir is supposed to represent the grim reaper/death itself.

Afterwards, she shows the narrator her fears. Arceus is meant to be a (very-on-the-nose) representation of God. The Judgment attack misses, because Skye wants to do everything she can to avoid God's judgment.

She's scared of being punished for dying and going to Hell for it - (which is represented by the Distortion World, the Pokemon world's closest equivalent.)

Skye shows the player all this because she's latched onto them as a kind of "salvation" for her. Her thought process is, "If someone cared about me, that would mean I don't deserve to go to Hell. I just need someone to vouch for me."

Skye chose the narrator specifically because they showed her basic kindness when showing up to her funeral when they didn't have to, something she didn't expect from her family or other schoolmates. She chose to haunt the narrator because Skye personally felt like she had no one else to reach out to.

But despite her sympathetic motives, she is actually somewhat spiteful and has a victim complex. She wanted to be grieved, she wanted people to mourn her if that got her any sort of attention.

It's why she guilt trips the narrator, saying "It's rude not to [give flowers to someone who's passed away]."

She pushes herself and her issues onto the narrator without their consent, expecting them to "save" her and magically fix her problems for her.

This all culminates when she asks them to follow her to the afterlife, so the two can go to heaven together. But the narrator rejects her, because Skye needs help that the narrator is unable and unwilling to provide. The narrator ultimately decides that it's not their responsibility to help her, and that they'll only end up like her if they try. So, they do everything possible to cut contact with her, but the lingering feeling of her presence never goes away...

As for why Skye herself is a Shaymin, it's meant to be ironic. Despite Shaymin being the "gratitude" Pokémon, she is actually a very ungrateful kind of person.

I like to think that the Sky Forme Shaymin in the story is a reflection of Skye's "idealized" self - an impossible standard she felt she couldn't live up to, and tore herself apart over trying to be.

It is in some aspect, a skewed representation of her, which is why "killing" it prompts the game to say she hurt "herself" in confusion. It's also why Skye refers to the mangled Skymin parts as part of her that needs to be put back together.

Skye ultimately throws away any chance of being that "better person" by choosing to destroy herself, though. She haphazardly tries to pretend she's better than she really is, instead of actually making an effort to change herself. (Hence the Skymin parts being stitched on, instead of actually transforming into a Sky Forme.) I think the only way for her to "transform" into a Sky Forme and find peace would be for her to find something in her life she was grateful for, and express regret over giving it up… But I don't know if she's going to find that, now.

That's all I can think of to cover, though! I know there's some things I might have missed, so please let me know if you have any other thoughts/questions about the story! Thank you for reading.

#ask #sweetbleeds

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ihaveatheoryonthat · 2 years

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This is the existing writing for Hidden Ability: Imposter. It’s just bits and pieces, but if you’ve read its outline, you can put them into context.

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Dawn watched something in her friend break.

His fragile sense of self fell away, its protective shell laying shattered on the ground, unable to protect the embers that had burned beneath; though they still glowed [adj] as ever, the [flame] of hope behind his eyes was instantly snuffed.

Several long minutes passed, disturbed only by a stiff, “Please excuse me. I… need to consider this matter in further depth.”

She felt like she should stop him.

She didn’t know how.

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If it were something he was doing of his own free will, then Dawn would have respected it. It wasn’t, though-- so, while she’d play by his rules out loud, nothing could stop her from stubbornly seeing him as Warden Ingo.

No matter what he said, it wasn’t anything like her own alias. She’d panicked, had seen the people looking at her with fear and distrust and wanted a shield to hide behind. Ingo himself confessed that he’d woken up with his name and little else, and that was one of the many, many reasons Dawn wouldn’t buy into his belief.

Who, after going through something so transparently traumatic, would remember the name of a Facility Head in favor of their own? Oh, she knew what he’d say-- ‘someone with deep rooted issues that he’d strive to correct’-- but that was another thing!

There was absolutely no way, hundreds of years in the past and without any working memory, that Ingo had modeled his behavior after the Subway Boss. The kindness he’d showed her wasn’t a mockery of someone else or some kind of front; he was a sweet person who genuinely wanted to see people and Pokemon [prosper]. Unless something in his personality had drastically changed upon falling to Hisui, Dawn refused to believe the man she knew would have tried to become someone else. Even completely amnesiac, he’d been too secure in his conduct to let the past change him.

So… fine. She’d go with this whole ‘Warden’ thing, but Arceus damn it, she was going to get to the bottom of this.

---

“You uh… you good?” She asked, well aware of what the answer should be. Nobody holding a knife in a grip like that could call their mental state ‘good’.

It was the first thing he dropped when her presence clicked, followed shortly by one of the tufts of hair that hung down by his face-- mussed by the way he’d been holding it. At the very least, he had the dignity not to lie to her. “I’ve found myself at something of an impasse.”

“You look too much like him, huh?”

There was a short nod in response. “It shouldn’t be so difficult to change tra-- to [idk], but committing to the change is… harder than I had expected.”

“So… don’t? I mean, it’s just hair, it’d grow back eventually, but you don’t have to cut it off, either. Here,” Dawn said, and pulled him down to her level, keeping an eye on the knife so neither of them got nicked. With one hand, she undid one of her clips and, with the other, seized the much-abused forelock to smooth it back. When she was satisfied with the way it sat, she fastened it into place. It was kind of funny, in a cute way-- with the natural curve, it looked a little like he was a Sneasel pinning its ears. “You could probably use hair gel or something, too, but this is the best I’ve got right now. Ooh, actually, wait-- do you wanna see how my Survey Corps bandana would look?”

Gingerly, Ingo reached up to touch the clip. For just a second, he glanced to the abandoned knife, but only reached for it in order to tuck it safely away, then straightened up and quirked a not-smile at her. “Whatever course-- ah, sorry, whatever solution you think best, I’m willing to [try].”

---

“Ah,” He said, looking away, “Well, yes, but while I do enjoy battling, wouldn’t it be prudent to distance myself from such… commonalities?”

She tossed her hands up, exasperated, “With who? Half the population? Are you going to refuse to use public transport too, just ‘cause this guy works on a train?” Dawn scrubbed at her nose and exhaled deeply, “Sorry. I just don’t see why you have to walk away from something you love because someone else likes it, too. That’s like… what a twelve year old thinks.”

Color rose to his cheeks, but he didn’t meet her eyes. “I simply worry that indulging in such hobbies may… [?] bad behavior.”

There was a beat of silence as Dawn digested that, then moved slightly to the left and crouched down so she could stare him in the eye with the single flattest look she could muster.

“Are you hearing yourself right now? Because that’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day.” / “You being in town undercuts Barry’s chaos by, like, two thirds. I know you’re afraid of secretly being this awful person, but if you were, do you really think the idea would scare you that much?”

It was difficult to tell, but he relaxed, just a hair.

“C’mon,” She said, grabbing his hand, “Everyone battles some time or another. Like you in the next ten minutes-- let’s go find someone who wants to fight.”

---

Dawn slapped her hands down on the kitchen table. Without missing a beat, Ingo mirrored the gesture with his free hand, still intent on what Dawn assumed was the budgeting he’d been working on earlier that day.

“The PWT’s coming up.” She announced, and didn’t wait before prefacing it, “The Pokemon World Tournament. We’re going to compete in it.”

“That’s quite the bold assumption.” He said mildly, jotting down another string of numbers.

“No, think about it, it’s perfect!” / “I’ve been gone for a while, so I need to prove I’ve still got it, right? And you can make a name for yourself! You can show everyone who you really are! That’s what you believe battling does, right?”

Ingo paused, pen idling against the paper, and looked up at her, “Yes, but doing so in a public forum seems counterproductive. I’m a private citizen, not a professional trainer. That distinction feels rather important.”

“But--! Warden. You were a warden!”

“I recall. My memory hasn’t deteriorated that far, yet.” / “My position as warden was a matter of keeping humans and Pokemon alike safe. The fact that it necessitated the occasional battle isn’t relevant at this juncture.”

He caught the lapse after the fact, made to find a substitute, and-- as Dawn was already speaking-- resigned himself to the original phrasing.

“Oh? So what you call whatever that was at the training grounds?”

“Understimulation does strange things to a person. I’m certain you’re well aware of that fact, having grown up alongside Barry.”

[…]

...it would be playing dirty, in her opinion, but Dawn realized how she could spin this.

“You said you’re not a pro trainer,” She said slowly, carefully picking her words, “But you already battle for a living. I think that’s the definition of professional battling-- and the tournament would be a great way to [capitalize on it].”

Not that it was really a concern; Twinleaf was hardly the most expensive place to live, and she and her mom made more than enough to live comfortable lives. And, to be completely honest, the amount of fussing Ingo did around the house, at the Pokemon and at them already justified his presence. She felt a little guilty for insinuating that it didn’t, that him being there wasn’t already enough.

Ingo didn’t look away from her-- not so much meeting her eyes as much as looking through her, and the intensity of his stare certainly made her feel transparent.

“I’ll take it under advisement.” He eventually said, and turned back to his paperwork.

---

Her eyes caught on a set of matching hair ties and clips, clearly meant for small children. The pale pinks and purples were what had drawn her in to begin with-- so similar to the way they’d fashioned the headkerchief she could spot across the store-- but what kept her attention was the shape. Somewhere between Skitty and Glameow, they were an ambiguous suggestion of feline, unwittingly the spitting image of a Hisuian Sneasel, minus the crest feather.

She grabbed it without hesitation and went to present her find.

Only to stop in her tracks, smile going from gleeful mischief to [???] when the sight before her clicked.

“What’cha got there~?” She singsonged, hiding the clips behind her back so as not to distract from what was clearly the higher priority, eyes locked on the belt in Ingo’s hands.

She understood why it might appeal to him, mimicking the functionality of a satchel, but it didn’t change the fact that it belonged to a very particular-- very contrary-- aesthetic. His expression didn’t twitch at the [teasing], either unaware that he could have been embarrassed, or wholly unrepentant. Her money was on the former.

“I was considering replacing my current belt. It’s still perfectly functional, but the fact that it was from my previous uniform is a bit irksome. This is rather flashy, but… oddly appealing.”

Color her surprised. It had been the latter.

“Get it.” She said instantly, imaging how the studded black belt might contrast against the soft greys and purples he’d been favoring. Bold, but not necessarily at odds. Honestly, Dawn was just in awe of the fact that he’d picked out something that also fastened around the leg to steady its pouch. It had shiny silver eyelets. And a chain.

It was so far from mild-but-practical that she had to keep herself from laughing.

Ingo coiled the bit of chain around one finger, considering it. “I think… if I hadn’t been wearing the uniform, I might have liked this kind of thing.”

Throwing caution to the wind, Dawn reached over with the pack of hair clips still in hand and grabbed him by the face.

“Get it.” She repeated, more emphatically-- and yes, a part of her said that because the thought of ‘Warden Ingo, closet goth of the Highlands’ was a hilarious one, but the rest of her was ecstatic that he could recall something distinct from the Subway Boss’s public image. This was something that could really be his.

He hummed, amused, and slowly extricated himself from her grasp.

Almost as an afterthought, she shoved the clips at him and, prior to scampering off to find Lucas, said, “By the way, I’m buying these whether you want them or not. Non negotiable.”

There wouldn’t have been any change on his face, anyway, so she was completely satisfied with the delighted bark of laughter that sounded behind her.

#ihaveatheoryonthat pkmn #submas #writing scraps

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strawberrycriisiis · 8 months

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“Rules”: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

tagged by: nu tagging: @turnecoat @lvsamine @soultoken and i wanted to tag literally everyone but i changed my mind YOU! YOU DO IT!!!!

B A S I C S

Name: Frambuesa Amatista, "Fresa" Age: 18 years old Birthdate: 18th of November Species: human! Gender: girlie Orientation: bisexual Profession: Pokèmon Trainer, NarUva Academy student and Shiny catcher

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: shoulder-lenght, wavy, bright red Eyes: golden and bright Skin: fair, a little bit too pale considering she's outside so often. She waers a lot of suncream. A lot. Height: 150cm. she's mall. Weight: man idk. She's underweight.

F A M I L Y

Siblings: none Parents: yes. they still have no names. Grandparents: unfortunately no. :( Other Relatives: an aunt in Eteria Any Pets? Partners: MANY, MANY, MANY POKEMON!

S K I L L S

great battler, even if she tends to get lost in her thoughts when she fights. Incredible explorer, daring and ready to jump into actions, and quite skilled when it comes to catching Pokèmon. She also is great at cooking Eterian food. Only. Eterian food.

T R A I T S

—— Positive —— Determined, friendly, empathetic, always willing to listen and lend a hand to her friends. —— Negative —— Self-conscious and tends to be very negative towards herself. Also she's way too emotional and occasionally aggressive.

L I K E S

Colors: purble...... Smells: cut grass, lemon, pinetree and fresh cooked bread. hehe. Textures: somft!!!!!!!! Drinks: lemonade!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes?: no Drugs: nooo Driver License: you don't need a driver license to drive a cool futuristic Pokèmon!!! Even if she probably needs one because she really isn't that good at that. She's too fast. Too reckless. Arceus help whoever rides with her. Been Arrested?: no!!!!!

#˚ ⋆｡˚ 🍓 about&headcanons 🍓 ˚｡⋆ ˚

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catadioptrics · 1 year

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tagged by: @iruludavare tagging: @trickshooting @twindragonsprophecy @futurefocused @paradlseguardian @unchcsen @kyohansha @emmetrain @fauxflare @healbellls @abyssonance @floaroanemoia

B A S I C S

Name: 'Giratina’ (species name given by humans), technically nameless Age: Older than 14 billion Birthdate: Predates the concept of calendars, unofficially considers their birthday to be March 28 Species: Creator deity Gender: Genderless, currently identifies as male-leaning Orientation: Aromantic asexual Profession: Shit-stirrer, guardian of the multiverse, occasional wish-granter

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: We should all be thankful that Giratina doesn’t have hair (they like the idea of having poisonous hairlike barbs though, it’s in the works) Eyes: An extremely intense red with black sclerae. Giratina’s eyes always appear as the exact same color even if viewed from a distance or in the dark, and even when depicted in pictures and paintings. Skin: Black with red spots, covered with silvery scales that seem to be somewhat reflective. Height: Roughly 22m / 72ft. Can change their size at will. Weight: Extremely light for their sheer size, almost as if they’re made of air. Can change their mass at will.

F A M I L Y

Siblings: Technically Dialga, Palkia, Uxie, Mesprit and Azelf, it’s complicated Parents: Arceus (creator deity) Grandparents: None because nothing existed before Arceus Other Relatives: Technically some of the other legendaries if you wanna get really specific Any Pets? Volo (formerly), Cyrus

S K I L L S

Stealth, encyclopedic knowledge, good critical sense, making cool entrances (and of course bullshit god powers)

T R A I T S

STRENGTHS. Analytical, clever, adaptable, fair, quick to act WEAKNESSES. Pessimistic, self-centered, vengeful, uncreative, foul-tempered

L I K E S

Colors: White, gold, black, bright red Smells: Gracideas, burning wood, mountain air, ectoplasm Textures: Wool, deep water, clouds, glass Drinks: Green tea, ketchup, molten lava, hot chocolate

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes?: Yes, through many different hosts Drugs: Yes, also through many different hosts Driver License: Why would you need to drive if you can just teleport Ever Been Arrested?: They’re in jail right now!

#dash game #about: giratina #half silly half serious as all things should be

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oceandiagonale · 2 years

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You might be pleased to know I'm working on a general timeline of events for creams world up to the end of the darkest year (technically it's like half a year plus some but darkest year sounds better then darkest 8 months) so first event is way way back before hisui, the unown who made cream get inspired by that ancient hero you hear about in hisui, this is when they start working on cream, years later the hisui crisis happens, which is basically just legends arceus, and this is where the unown get more inspiration for cream via arezu, lots of other stuff happens but it's pretty much the same as I'm guessing canon, team rocket in Kanto happens first before the others, red taking Giovanni down and a few years later team rocket tries again in johto to find Giovanni and crystal takes them down (I think her name is crystal?? The female protagonist for the games, probably HeartGold SoulSilver) a while after that is when rose summons eternatus and successful controls it, making bank on this new infinite energy source, this is around two years? Before the darkest year, a year later team plasma shows up, this time using rose as evidence to catching pokemon bad as he caught eternatus and is basically using it as a battery, giving them a bit more popularity, even so they get defeated and a year later hell breaks loose in galar, the darkest year starts, interrupting that years champion tournament, Marnie was trying to compete this year as last year she couldn't get far for some reason, either she failed it or got kicked out that year for team yells thing, though considering how sports fans are I don't think she'd get kicked out, so she probably just fell short and decided to try again next year, not giving up, unfortunately this happens so tough luck Marnie, six months after it starts the unown notice nothing is happening to fix it and hurriedly throw cream down there with thumbs up unown to fix it, two months later cream has saved the region and rose is in jail for everything he did, that's the jist, though I'm unsure if I should put team aqua/magma in during the darkest year, making it harder for the international help to help galar as that's become a problem, or have that happen after

YOOO a timeline!! but also RIP to marnie’s career as a trainer in the league, we hardly knew ye 😔😔😔🙏🙏🙏🙏

hmmmm, honestly team magma and aqua could go anywhere and it would make sense -- if it’s either during or after the darkest 8 months (dklfsdkjf that’s such a funny term, I know year sounds cooler but the humor of that gets to me) then archie and maxie can still be like “LOOK SEE?? WE NEED TO MAKE THE WORLD BETTER FOR HUMANS BECAUSE THEY’RE SUFFERING AT THE WHIMS OF A POKEMON/POKEMON BECAUSE HUMANS MESS WITH THE BALANCE OF NATURE”

I think the crystal protagonist is called Kris?? I only went with Crystal in my comic because I named all of the heroes after the games specifically 😂😂😂

(more under the cut)

OH A TEST FOR CREAM BY THE ORIGINAL HERO AND HOP.... VERY FUN

KJSDFJKFSD but for real ghetsis is SUCH a great choice for big bad right after giovanni 😳😳😳😳😳

also the idea of cream taking over for the galar hero AND the kalos hero is so good because it’s like -- bud you have all this self-doubt but you’re so good at your job that you’re taking the initiative from them too 😂😂😂

and YEAH gene stole the ruby run from Ruby himself (he didn’t even get a fancy test to prove his strength they just cursed him head-on sdkjfhskjdf)

SDJFKJDSH listen they’re allowed to have a love for the familiarity of their designated catastrophe, as a treat -- because they deserve many treats 😤😤😤

OH NOOOOOO CREAM THAT’S NOT WHAT THE UNOWN INTENDED

#oceandi answers #theoryfan205 #long post #others' ocs #wip protagonist #I'm so sorry it takes me forever to read the longer asks because my brain skids all over the paragraph sdkjfhsdjkfh

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