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HAPPY SECOND ANNIVERSARY FOR POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS~!!!

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So it's all over uh? Im going to hecking cry, this boy built my entire childhood and the way I play and love my Pokémons, it's so hard to say goodbye as some song would say. At least Team Rocket won't give up on their everlasting dream of catching Pikachu.

Thanks Rica Matsumoto, you were the very best.

As requested by galarianarticun a coord inspired by the Hisuian variant of Pokemon #549 Lilligant

Adaman x Female Reader: Laced Sickness

During your research around Crimson Mirelands, you get sick so suddenly. Then an alpha Paras attacks you. Mentions of phlegm and mucus.

It was cold in the Crimson Mirelands. You were wearing a scarf and long sleeves for the weather, but you still felt a chill. “I shoulda known to have bought proper clothes for this kind of weather.” you said to yourself.

You were halfway though your research when you suddenly started coughing. Ugh, not now! you thought to yourself. Your body suddenly started to ache. You sat down for a moment to rest, but then you realized it was not a good place to rest.

Before your buzzing head could process what’s going on, an alpha Paras sneaks up on you and fires off Toxic; poisoning your sick self. Just like that, your coughing got worse. You fumbled for your Poké Ball containing your Typhlosion and he goes to fight off the alpha Paras, which eventually faints.

You were struggling to get to the Diamond Settlement; your body extremely weak from you getting sick and being poisoned. You were just a mile away from the settlement when you collapsed. You coughed a bit more until you fainted.

You were unsure of what was going on, but you thought, in your unconscious mind, you could taste Pecha Berry on your breath. You could even hear a muffled male voice around you. Sounded like there were mentions of “sick” and “poison” and whatever else you could barely even hear. You were unconscious, but at the same time, you felt scared. Sickness and poisoning don’t mix well.

You forced tears to stream from your eyes. That’s when you barely hear somebody mention “crying”. That was all you could hear even through the muffling. You thought you could hear the voice getting closer to you, saying, “Ca…….ear me? It’s oka……..afe now. ……..anaged to cle…….oison fro……dy.” You could recognize that voice. It was Adaman’s voice talking to you.

Just then, you felt something cold get in contact with your forehead. You regained consciousness from that. As you opened your eyes, your vision was slightly blurry. You blink to try to clear your vision. Once you were able to see again, you see Adaman sitting by you, blotting your forehead with a cold and damp cloth. It felt so good.

You then had a coughing fit, scaring Adaman a bit. He rubs at your chest to try to settle your coughing. “Easy there, love. Easy.” he tells you. You coughed up so hard, you felt phlegm come up your throat. Adaman notices your gagging and grabs a bucket beside him and holds it for you to spit in. You then spit all the phlegm into the bucket and lay back down.

“Did you get sick?” Adaman asks. You nod, answering with a hoarse voice, “Yeah. I didn’t….really meant to. I sat down….somewhere to rest…..then this…..alpha P-Paras….came out of nowhere…..and used…..ughhhh……Toxic.” “I figured it was a Poison move,” Adaman nods, “but you didn’t get sick on purpose, nor get poisoned on purpose. Don’t blame yourself.”

You then sneezed, mucus shooting out your nose. Adaman quickly grabs a tissue to wipe your nose clean. “Bless you.” he said as he gathers all the mucus in the tissue and tosses it in the bucket you chucked in. “Ughhh….I hate this.” you whined. “I know,” Adaman says as he takes your hand in his, “but don’t worry. I have all the remedies you’ll need to feel better. In the meantime, just rest. And let me know if you need anything.”

He helps you sit up to drink some water and take some medicine before letting you get back to resting. He reassured you that he would stay with you until you’re better. He even planned on giving you a bath and making some soup and tea for you. He was worried about you, but he cares about you and is willing to take care of you in any way you need.

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Hello! I just read your Drayton fics and they're soooo good I can't wait to read more stuff from you!

I left this ask mainly to compliment your work, but I may as well request if it's okay... Hm, what about a sort of cultural exchange between reader and Drayton huh? Reader transferred from X region (whichever you want, I personally like Sinnoh because snow and lore lol) to Unova and is new in school. Reader is good in battles and is here to get even better, has a good rank at the BB league. Drayton is curious and sees an apportunity to know more about them. Reader doesn't know that much about the Unovan mainland, maybe it can make for some good conversation, huh. What d'you think? (But if you're not feeling inspired please ignore the request lol np thank you for the good work <3)

Hello hello! I've been trying not to leave Author's Notes lately so as not to be annoying but thank you so much!! ;;;0;;; I'm supposed to be working on a 20K+ fanfiction centred around Kieran but tbh I'm kind of struggling on it (I've been struggling on everything recently, but that's neither here nor there) I know I've put out some not so great stuff as well, but hopefully we can wade through the rough patches together :^)

I went a little off script as per usual since I had an idea, I hope that's not too disappointing :'P It might actually be kinda bad I dunno :/ Well, anyway,

Imagine this: You're disoriented, but you remember your last ditch attempt to trek through an especially nasty blizzard. The winds had all but sapped the last of your strength, and last you remember was desperately fighting against a tumultuous sea of rapid falling clumps of snow. And as you're coming to, your eyes crack open to the glaring white of the outside from somewhere within a dark place. The world is frozen over, but the snow is serene, still, and untouched. You're in an alcove that's just by chance been spared from the onslaught of the flash storm, and there's evidence that someone's recently been judging by the knapsack and the, by the looks of it, aluminum safety blanket that's been carefully tucked onto you.

There's only one problem with that assessment. The people of Hisui do not have access to this type of thermal survival blanket. So unless one had by odd chance been leftover as spacetime debris chucked out from one of the rare phenomena aptly known as a Space-Time Rift, this blanket should not be here. Or, conversely, you're not where you're supposed to be. That is certainly evidenced by the white stone ruins perched atop a tall mountain that you see in the distance. The Snowpoint Ruins. The temple built to encase the Legendary Titan's sealing chambers. Your time in there permissed by the locals had probably amounted to somewhere near months studying the glyphs. The innermost parts of that temple fell frozen in time for likely millennia, and it noticeably felt not dissimilar to the unnatural gravity exposed you'd been exposed to in Distortions. Thick and heavy, inconsistent. Time and space remained still, and yet something outside of both seemed to shift and warp around you. In your first approach of the temple, of the Sinnoh that you once knew, you had only made it to the front gate of that once megalythic, then crumbling ruin. Though you felt drawn to it desipite a sinking sense of something being amiss, your trance had been broken. "Only the chosen may enter the Snowpoint Temple. I'm sorry, but you will have to leave." How ironic, you supposed. Of all the people to deny. But that was then, and this is now.

It's odd to think of the far distant future as 'back then'. And here you were, some ways off from where you'd started from. You hadn't made it that far, but somehow it seemed further than you could have gotten on foot in that horrible weather. Cool air still blowing through the entrance of your small refuge, you have a clear view of that mountain some ways away. There's another issue at hand. There's a lot more pinetrees blocking your direct line of sight than there should be, and the building seems to be cut off from the top. It's too small... it's... missing pieces. You can tell that, even from this far away. The deja-vu hits you in nauseating waves, and you have to bite back the acid that rises in your chest. You feel around for your Pokeballs, only to find them noticeably absent from your waist. In fact, your holster is missing altogether. You have no time to figure out what came with you on your person, as the rustling of the tin foil set over you in your shifting prompts a face to stick into the entrance of the alcove. "Arch-a..?" What. What in the world is that Pokemon. "Chalu-Chalu?" You tear off the foil and take a defensive stance. "Ch-che??" It seems to freeze up in confusion, and juts its neck back. It's, squeaking. The high pitched squeals sound aren't even close to matching the face of this thing..? You hold your defensive stance, though fighting this thing off is probably going to be impossible without a partner Pokemon to match its strength. "Archalu..!" It squeaks, an almost metallic, static-y noise distorting the sound. You don't move, but this thing has you cornered if it really wanted to attack. For its size and unfriendly face, it seems to be surprisingly docile. You hope that isn't a facade.

And just as your assessing your potential tactical options, an additional unexpected factor joins the fray. "Huh? What's wrong bud?" The voice you hear... has an accent. You don't know what that accent is, though. "Oh!" It's coming closer, and you're backing up. This is the most defenseless you've been since waking up in Hisui with little of your memory intact. There's a person there, in an all black snowsuit and chromatic goggles. You've not seen clothes like this in so long that your heart-rate spikes in anxiety. You shuffle backward, pressing into the rocky wall as far as you can. "Morning." Peaking his head through underneath the gargantuan beast you'd just been standing off against, he takes a moment to look you over. "You're not still disappointed about being turned away, right?-" The person, the, young, strange, male? Is making some sort of face at you, but you can't see his eyes. "Hey, c'mon, for real-- you okay?" H... huh? He comes a little closer, stepping into the little 'den' you've found yourself in. "Man, not again..." He sighs, his white, hair, thing, drooping with the rest of him. He really... emotes.

"You're not punkin' me or somethin', are you? S'not funny..." He mumbles under his breath, plopping unceremoniously down next to you. "Well, huh, I knew this might happen. You did warn me after all." He shrugs his shoulders, tilting his head back. "Well, I don't really get how this works, so what am I supposed to do?" He motions to knock shoulders with you, but he stops just short of you. "But I guess I feel a little special knowin' you trust the Drayster the most, hehe." He shyly rubs the back of his head. "Guess we'll be waiting this one out, yeah?" What in the world is he talking about? Is this guy delusional or something..?

"W-What..?" You croak, your voice sounding wrong. He reaches up, sliding his goggles down his face. "Somethin' about this place..." Whatever he mumbles, you don't fully catch. "Well, I want to tell you, but it should only be for a little bit anyway." He's not making any sense. "Maaan~ I'm exhausted-" He wasn't paying attention, but when he catches you looking at him, he flushes and averts his eyes. "What...?" He huffs, voice soft, there's something to it. "You're lookin' at me all funny..." "Archal-" Ah! Right!- That thing?! "Lu-ludon!" "D-Drayton-" The name stumbles from your lips but you're too anxious to realize what you're saying. "What is that thing?!?!" He blinks, making eye contact with Archaludon. "Oh? You mean my budster over there?" He scratches his cheek. "He's our friend Archaludon, my ace."

Ace... 'My ace'... That's right, there's trainers in the future. Pokemon are... friendly. That means this guy next to you is a 'trainer', sort of like you. "And... who are you...?" You ask, trying to understand the situation a little better. "Huh? So you don't remember me?" He seems shocked by this, for some reason. "Well, heh." He gets a mischievous look to him that you just know intuitively means trouble. "I'm your partner, hehe." And then your brain suddenly flooded with information. You are a Pokemon Trainer, and a traveller. You have a condition known as CPTSD.

"Oh! See, I recognize that look!" He giggles, slinging an arm around you. "You dragged me aallllll the way out here, that means you trust me~" He's mushing up on you, and your growing headache isn't the result of your condition. But somewhere in the recesses of your fragmented memories, you remember passing something to someone next to you. You're back inside the Snowpoint Temple, where you're supposed to be. You must've spaced out.

"Are you alright?" A young man asks. His voice sounds far away. You don't say anything. You can't see his face. But you remember his snow white hair, and slitted yellow eyes.

... "You loooove me-" "Can it, idiot."

R O T U N D

Hisuian Electrode - Crepitus iratus hisuiensis

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I know in the anime, Pokemon humans speak the same language, English (or whatever depending on the dub).

What if in Legends Arceus, in Hisui, They speak ancient Japan (I don’t know where Hisui/Sinnoh is or the language they speak their, but I’m pretty sure I heard somewhere that the first four Pokémon games regions all are in Japan).

In this context, Ingo would be the only on to speak modern English, since he was from Unova (Pokeworld equivalent of New York)

The protagonist, Rei/Lucas and Akari/Dawn would speak whatever language they speak in modern Sinnoh

Hisui addict sketchs 🕺🕺oc

Hisuian Conlang Abugida!

Why yes I did spend 2 hours making a translation in my conlang for the history of the hisuian writing system

However brief that history is

Uh this is the conlang script I’m using for my submas au The Human Illusion. It’s not very complex, nuanced, or fleshed out due to all the construction being done on the spot as I make comic panels. I do my best but I’m not putting too much thought or stress into it.

I might make the script that Pearl clan made as well cuz uhhhh writing system design fun

Ok enjoy

Art dump again

More poke doodles

I will never let anyone sleep on that genre in Pokémon, just creatures having their little pets business being helpful and cute. I really love when they show stuff like Pokémon based everyday items, I mean look at Ash's room, but it also makes me want to have all these stuff :(

As requested by z0ruas  a coord inspired by the Hisuian variant of Pokemon #570 Zorua

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