#Pokemon Iridia

[mintsnfluffs]

Hi! First post on tumblr and of course it’s about the clan leaders vibing on on Pasio. Uh… I still have no idea how tumblr works so any tips and tricks would be appreciated!

Also ibisPaint kinda corrupted my file and I lost 4 hours of work lol. This was originally going to be improved upon, but these pics are all I have left and I’m a little too tired to redo those 4+ hours and add on more improvements so uh… yea.

#pokemon #pokemas #pokemon legends arceus #irida #adaman #clanleadershipping #pla #legends arceus #pokemon adaman #Pokemon Iridia #pokemon dawn #pokemon lucas #pasio

[1495-gauge]

There's a dead man wandering the wastes. He wears nothing of the clans, his own symbols unusual and foreign.

He's lost, and the zoroark thus have claim.

They watch.

Lost, roaming, hungry. They've seen it all before, know every sign. He barely shivers anymore. He doesn't see them, settled into the fog as they are.

They watch as he stumbles into other pokemon, getting chased off, too slow and clumsy. Stupid.

They watch as he walks with no clear goal. Through land that is not his.

The thing about ghosts, about staying past death, is there are rules.

They shepherd him until the flickering light of the clan's lanterns are visible on the horizon. There must always be an option. They set their trap.

A kit, illusioned to look frail and hurt, buried half in the snow. No human could resist scooping it up and wringing its neck. They know. They've seen.

And the man stops. Croons. Leans down, takes the kit in his arms, gentle. They watch as he tucks the kit into his coat. They watch as every touch he lays upon it is soft. They watch as he turns to the lights, and starts taking the kit towards it.

Inviting a massacre.

So very stupid.

Sharing his precious body heat to bring a trophy, how foul.

It is night, which means there is no one outside when he reaches the camp. This is changed by his howls.

The zoroark don't understand words.

They understand intent.

The man does not cry for victory.

They watch.

Clan members stumble out of their tents. Woken, with spears.

They see the stupid man, and they point their weapons at him.

His booming voice falters. The clan speaks a tune the zoroark have always heard: back, back, beast, monster, wrong, dangerous, evil.

Back, back.

Get out.

The man cries again, help, help, hurt child. A child has been hurt. It needs help.

And like a zoroark, he is exiled from the camp in seconds.

Unlike a zoroark, he does not try to burn it down.

He tucks the kit more firmly into his coat, and resumes his aimless travel.

They watch.

He finds some too-small winter berries. He feeds two to the kit, pockets the rest. He does not bother for himself.

They are... curious.

A kit or two slips out of the mist. Play the eager foolish mutt, like the garish things begging at clan heels. He kneels, and gives the rest of his meager food away but one. One, which goes not to him, but the kit again.

The zorua pretend that they don't know the fog rolling in is full of claws. They yap and pull at his clothing, urging him into the woods. He follows. Stupid.

The zorua lead him to the den.

The first kit slips out of his arms, illusion falling away. It slips into the mist, convenes with them. A burgeoning mass of confused hatred.

He does not run.

Stupid. If they knew the word, it would be kind.

The Mother wakes.

.

Iridia shivers. Not from the cold, not even in the pitch of a new moon.

Unintelligible almost-words ring in her ears. A human sort of emotion choking behind the animal tongue.

It has been a long time since the zoroark have gotten so bold as to encroach upon the camp.

In a strange form, too. Too tall, too long. Dressed in no clothes she'd ever seen. Its illusion falling apart at the seams — reflective eyes, even the glimmer of a third. White hands. Blood dripping from the everpresent spiritual wounds.

Its own mane bursting from its chest.

Something was very, very wrong with it.

Iridia isn't a fool. She had seen the fogbank surrounding the camp. If they were to send their elders here to die, she would have no part in it. She knows better than to invite that malice.

It would be a trap, either way.

Still, she mourns. The hatred, its festering. She thinks of the senile zoroark, and she does not sleep.

#submas #ingo #warden ingo #pokemon iridia #pokemon ingo #what are tags... #my writing #submas microwave au #setting this up to be so serious. its not #it should be clear that the clan is totally valid for this fyi #like. theyre not evil. just inherited their ancestors sins and tensions and are doing their best

[lastoneout]

Honestly of all the in-universe excuses to have female characters dressed skimpy I like the route Pokemon went with regarding Iridia because I’ve been around people who are always complaining about being too hot and they will absolutely wear shorts and a crop top in the snow.

I mean in all fairness I don’t think they were trying to make Iridia “sexy” but that’s legit the FIRST time I’ve ever seen a reason given for a female character wearing less clothes that feels realistic. People who are hot all the time are just like that, it’s true and feels way more natural and believable than her needing to like, breathe through her skin or whatever. So yeah, writers, character designers, ect. take notes this is how you do it.

#pla #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon #pokemon legends #legends arceus #pokemon iridia #Text

[rinamata05]

Diamond and Pearl

A little tribute to Pokémon Legends Arceus, probably my fave Pokémon game to date 

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #legends arceus #iridia #adaman #diamond clan #pearl clan #pokemon art #rinamata05 art

[lexiluxray]

Adaman is back in Pokemas, time to repost this from when he first took all of @princess-triton's gems and ran away with them, as a threat if he doesn't show up with his alt outfit 😌

#post that will make 2 persons laugh (me and triton.) #pokemon adaman #pokemas #pokemas oc willow #is always cold so her team lend her clothes plus it's hot - i mean cute 8') #lexiart #the funny thing is i got him super easy both time while iridia is being a nightmare and triton got reverse situation #history is repeating u_u

[wildragon]

Don’t understilmate the Leader of the Pearl Clan!

#Pokemon #iridia #adaman #wildragon

[deoxysacid]

some oc stuff from the past few days. their names are andromeda and aretia respectively. aretia sucks i hate him. andromeda is just a chill guy who takes over team galactic after cyrus gets stuck in hell though. i bet you cant guess who shes related to

#diversity win! the man trying to put down your deoxys is nonbinary #adaman pokemon? i guess #adaman pokemon #oc #pokemon oc #iridia pokemon #clanleadershipping

[cerise-moon]

look at him . now

xen grunt oc :3

she has an eyepatch for a reason besides me being lazy i swear ; lost an eye to madame x

which is very light punishment for a grunt all things considered

has a team more suited for fighting in the box but could not care less most of the time and jsut uses his silly little guys

follows Sharon and Eli around sometimes

pathological liar out of survival

in the biology / IT division; IT mostly for lab equipment but .

#pokemon rejuvenation #oc #Vaiva Iridia #pokemon fangame #pokemon #cericanvas

[mawguai]

some old sketches

#pokemon #pokemon bw2 #pokemon legends arceus #splatoon 3 #project sekai #nate #rosa #rui kamishiro #emu otori #iridia #everything but iridia is like from a year or two ago #my art #sketch

[geckosquid]

I forgot that I have this quote in my notes from before we had legends characters in masters. But now we do, and I can post it.

Iridia: You’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice?

*In the background Siebold gasps audibly. Next to him is his clauncher wearing a chef hat and holding a frying pan in its smaller claw*

#pokemon legends arceus #textpost #Pokémon masters ex #Pokemas #Pokémon masters #Pokémon xy #Pearl clan Iridia #Kalos Elite Four member Siebold #geckosquid posts

[thestalkerbunny]

TSB Plays Legends Arceus Part 32

YEAH. I may be BAD at math, but I do know two negatives don’t add up to a POSITIVE.

Yeah What am I supposed to do with all this MALARKY.

Which is literally no different than what I’ve been doing LATELY. Just lemme get my good shoes on so I can-

WHAT? are you taking my cool BADGE that I had to make cause you guys don’t give out badges?

There’s that Xenophobia again. Is it cause I look KANTO and not .....Whatever country you guys originally came from I bet it was Johto.

You’re kicking me out.

.....

...................

Your Bloodline ends in the modern era, Kamando. It ends because your descendant never marries. Your blood ends within my lifetime and no one will remember YOUR name.

You are but a foot note in history and I will be the only one who retains the memory of your insignificant life and my only kindness will be to spit on to the ground when a thought of you crosses my mind. Nothing more and nothing less.

Fuck you Kamando.

Fuck you and your mustache you’re dead to me.

No no, Irida. We are burning bridges right now. We see where loyalties fucking lie now. We’re baring our SOULS in front of each other.

You’re a fool Kamando. A fool and poor leader. You only happen upon this seat thru coincidence and happenstance. A Position given to the last and lowest bidder because everyone else DIED.

As if you could even put me in chains, you foolish foolish man. You think this is your kindness to me-I will harm you grievously. And I will Relish in the violence I will wreck upon you.

Yep. REMEMBER REI, THAT YOU CONTROL THE POWER OF YOUR ELECTED OFFICALS; IMPEACH KAMANDO, YEET HIM OUT.

I refuse to come quietly. You will HEAR ME. IM TELLING YOU VOTE OUT KAMANDO NEXT ELECTION.

Think you can even make it to the Fieldlands camp without screaming at a Wurmple?

BELIEVE IT REI, VOTE THAT FUCKER OUT. VOTE IN THAT LADY WHO MAKES THE PICKLES.

WE AGREE WITH THE BRIT! Hey how come he gets to stay but I get yeeted, He��s GALARIAN. If we’re gonna be Xenophobic, let’s be a fair xenophobic, EVERYONE out.

Ah well. I’ve seen your cushy lifestyle Laventon. You would not survive the way I do in the wilds.

Can do, Cyllene.

I will also add, your Desendant has critical depression and ripped a similar hole into reality to try to remake/destroy the world. Just thought you’d wanna know.

I choose Vengeance.

VENGEANCE AND VIOLENCE.

#TSB talks #Pokemon #PLA #Pokemon Legends Arceus #Fuck you Kamando #TSB plays #Stalky Plays #Cyllene #Kamando #Adaman #Rei #Laventon #Iridia

[zackcrazyvalentine]

I love how, in preparation for the battle with Palkia (bc I chose Adaman of course, my man 💖), I put Dialga as my first pokemon for battle

But now I'm post main story and I just DECIMATED this dude's LVL. 62 BIDOOF with the freaking time dragon BDKEBDKS

...but A FUCKING LEVEL 62 BIDOOF PLEASE EVOLVE IT SIR AAAAAA

#pla spoilers #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #random ramblings #tbh it was a hard choise to pick between Adaman and Iridia #Iridia won a lot of points right there at the end #defending us from the comander #she's a nice girl

[kicksnscribs]

Im still having trouble coming up with alt modes for the Diamond/Pearl clans beast modes for this AU im working on😬😬😬

Some of them are easy: Iridia and Adaman are their ace pokemon and Melli makes a great skuntank but im not sure if i want to make the rest of the clans their respective Lord Pokemon or just pick pokemon at random for them to transform into

#Adaman is so close to being done and soon Iridia will be as well but #thats about as far as ive been able to get #pokemon #transformers #beast wars/pokemon au

[kimbapisnotsushi]

the day had started off normal enough.

kenma had wrapped up a company-wide conference, tweeted a livestream announcement for eight p.m. that night, finished his homework at the office, and signed off on another product to be released all within a span of three hours hours. with the rest of his schedule free, he could go home, kick back, and relax until it was time to play misfiction. maybe he could make some more progress on animal crossing? or finally crack open pokemon legends: arceus?

that second one sounded like a better idea, kenma decided. he wasn't ashamed to admit that he had a crush on adamant AND iridia.

once he was back in the house, he chucked off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. being CEO of your own company, thought kenma, was entirely useless if you couldn't even wear a hoodie and sweatpants to all the important meetings.

he threw his bedroom door open and froze.

kuroo was lying on the bed, shirtless, with a head propped up on one hand. it was probably supposed to be seductive, but kenma had no idea why.

after all, everyone knew how much he was mean to kuroo. it was his number one character trait!

"hi, kitten," kuroo purred. "miss me?"

"kuro," kenma said, exasperated. "what are you doing?"

kuroo's smile faded. "did you not like it? i thought maybe if i gave you a cute nickname, you'd want to get back together."

kenma stared at him. "what?"

"kitten, didn't you hear?" kuroo's eyes filled with tears. "we can't be in a relationship anymore. childhood-friends-to-lovers is incest now!"

kenma scoffed. "as if i'd ever want to be lovers with you. i have hinata instead. he's so much more interesting, but once i get tired of him then i'll just ditch him and get a new boytoy to mess around with."

the bedroom door suddenly burst open. it was . . . oikawa tooru!

"how dare you!" he screeched. "shouyou deserves so much more! he and i spent a very passionate night together in rio, you know! it's all people ever talk about when they they think of us in brazil! there's absolutely no other meaning to it than just us hooking up!"

"whatever," kenma said, rolling his eyes. "i don't care as long as he's making me money."

"now, now," sugawara crooned (where did he even come from? hell if i know). "let's not fight. that is my innocent angel sweet summer child you're talking about, after all, i'm basically his mom - "

("i'm twenty-two!" shouted hinata from where i stuffed him in the margins. "and you know my mother is very much alive, sugawara-san! also, i FUCK! I FUCK HARD!!")

" - so naturally i know what's best for him!" sugawara continued. "and what he would want is for everyone to hold hands and get along. agreed?"

daichi grinned and nuzzled sugawara's cheek. "you're so smart! i can't wait to start a happy, cisgender-conforming, nuclear family with you."

a voice called from the hallway: "HEY HEY HEY!"

the bedroom door flew open again! how in the world has it not been broken yet???

bokuto cartwheeled into the room and puffed out his chest. when he saw that nobody was paying attention to him because they were too busy hissing at each other, he pouted.

"guys, come on!" he complained. "no fighting! let's have some fun instead!"

"it's no use, bokuto-san," akaashi said. "stereotypically-feminine traits such as being petty, catty, and more have been greatly exaggerated in us setters because we have been deemed more feminine due to what i assume is a vast and complex myriad of factors stemming from microaggressions intersecting with fans' understandings of the world amongst other things, but i expect you are too dumb to understand any of that."

bokuto stared blankly at akaashi. "huh?"

akaashi heaved a deep sigh, plagued by the burden of being the only one with brains in the relationship. "never mind. i still love you, and that's all you need to know."

"okay!" bokuto said cheerfully.

suddenly the bedroom door flew open for the third time that day! who even keeps closing it?

"i'm looking for hinata," said kageyama, poking his head past the doorframe. "has anyone seen him?"

immediately, everyone froze. their eyes shifted from kageyama to oikawa, who had swelled up with incandescent rage because he still retained everything from when he was fourteen and hadn't gone through any growth whatsoever since then.

atsumu whistled. "aw, geez. we might argue a lot, but at least we're not anythin' like that, right, omi-omi?"

"shut up and don't call me that," sakusa muttered darkly. "i hate you. i hate everyone. i hate being here. when was the last time anyone vacuumed in here?"

"if you hate it so much," atsumu said, smirking, "we could sneak away and make out somewhere. could even . . . you know . . . "

"why."

atsumu shrugged. "i am an inexplicably horny sex-on-legs bastard, apparently. especially with you. i mean, have you seen our ao3 tag?"

sakusa frowned. "we've barely had any canon time together."

"eh, people have worked with less." atsumu grinned. "'sides, i dig the whole enemies-to-lovers thing. just means you couldn't resist my charms, huh?"

sakusa would have responded with an audible gag, but . . . you guessed it! the bedroom door flew open AGAIN! this is a bedroom door that defies the laws of physics itself!

yachi stepped in and glanced around.

"weird," she said. "why is this bedroom so big? what are all of you doing?"

yachi hitoka, everyone. our only saving grace. she carries the sole brain cell and wrangles the childish dumb men, because they can't ever think for themselves. right? right?????

tsukishima scowled as he followed after her, trailed by yamaguchi. "ugh. do we have to be here?"

"tsukishima!" yachi scolded, swatting his arm. "be nice! you know these are all our friends!"

sigh.

yamaguchi didn't even greet anyone. he just stayed behind tsukki the whole time, looking like a mouse cornered in a city of cats.

suddenly, a BAM! made everyone jump! you have got to be kidding me! the bedroom door agai - oh, never mind! someone just kicked open the closet door!

"SHITTYKAWA!" iwaizumi roared. "get over here!"

oikawa''s eyes widened. "iwa-chan! what are you doing here?"

"looking for you, dumbass," iwaizumi snapped. "you haven't been taking care of yourself! but i'd never say it, because i'm an asshole. i'm a rock wall. i'm a hardened tough guy. i'm mean. i don't ever say or do anything nice. i throw volleyballs at your head for fun. i don't care about you at all. got it?"

("so you're saying he literally just came out of the closet for oikawa - " hinata began, before i shoved him back down into the margins.)

"no wonder i'm such an asshole," kindaichi marveled. "i guess i learned it all from iwaizumi-san! wow, he's a great role model."

being a stressed fourteen-year-old who didn't know how to handle another stressed fourteen-year-old that was causing said stress and eventually snapping from it and making a mistake, as people are prone to do, didn't really make you an asshole for the rest of your life, but hey. kindaichi didn't have to know any of that.

"it's getting kind of crowded in here, don't you think?" yachi asked, ever the voice of reason. "maybe we should get out and get some fresh air?"

ushijima nodded solemnly. wait - had he always been there?

"fresh air is good for the soul," he said. "not that i would know, because i'm an unfeeling robot who is strong and dominant and the epitome of masculinity. being stoic and silent are the only things i know. you should all bow down before my superior strength."

everyone stared at him.

suddenly, the bedroom door burst open AGAIN! this shouldn't be possible! it was already open in the first place! I KEPT IT OPEN! HOW DO THEY KEEP DOING THIS?

"guys!" hinata ran in, panting. "i finally did it! i escaped the margins!"

"the what?" sugawara asked.

hinata waved him off. "never mind that. it's about time to wrap up. we've put on a good show, but we should end it, don't you think?"

"hinata's right," kenma admitted. "i didn't think i could do this much longer, anyways."

oikawa made a face. "me neither. sorry, tobio. i hope you didn't take anything to heart."

"i'm okay," kageyama said. "i know better, now. we both know better."

"that we do," oikawa agreed warmly. "and weren't you looking for hinata? that's why you were here, right? you were the only one of us not part of an act."

kageyama blinked, as if he had forgotten all about that. not that anyone could blame him - i'm not even sure what the hell just happened.

"right," he said, then grabbed hinata's arm and tugged him close. "hey. i love you."

"what!" hinata squawked. "kageyama, what - "

kageyama shrugged, but red began to bloom across his cheeks. "i'd never joke about that. i just wanted you to know."

hinata beamed at him, brighter than the sun. "aw, kageyama! i love you too! but can we please wrap this up? there's no food in the margins, and i'm starving!"

"okay, everyone!" bokuto called out. "on the count of three! ready? one, two, three - "

"HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!" everyone shouted.

the end :)

#EDIT: it's okay to reblog! #i have since decided i don’t care go be free run wild #I SPENT LIKE TWO HOURS ON THIS #UHSOFLPWAFHRUILFH;USHSBGHKDSGBES #AND THEN SOME #okay i'm NOT tagging because i don't want this to fall in the wrong hands #this is for followers and mutuals ONLY #anyways!! hope you guys had a good laugh reading this! #keep in mind that i adore hq dearly and sometimes i AM prone to falling into certain cliches/tropes when it comes to writing certain charas #i just thought this would be a really funny april fool's day joke LMAAAO #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #sou says stuff #april fools prank

[blueisquitetired]

ABANDONED WIP WEDNESDAY

Welcome back to abandoned WIPS! The part of the show where I show off writing that will almost certainly never come back.

Today I bring you my first ever fan fiction for this fandom, something I wrote because the hyper fixation was killing me and I needed an outlet. I pretty quickly wrote the whole thing off as a lost cause though as I was certain my horrible health wouldn't let me finish it.

How I actually ended up writing fan fiction is a tale and a half, but I'll save that for another day. So for now, I present to you:

Akari Would Like to Say a Swear (but she can't remember any)

This was a pretty straight forward dad!Ingo fic where Akari was found by the Pearl Clan instead of the galaxy team. She was also from earth. (As usual for me honestly lol)

The prologue and first chapter got written out- neither of which have Ingo in them yet. Ah well.

Length: 2,204 words

Rating: G

No warnings applicable

Prologue

She doesn’t remember falling. She remembers an impact, a freezing feeling as snow burns her skin and obscures her vision, a panic at the sensations far too cold for her bare arms. She remembers struggling, trying to dig herself out of the snowbank that she’s trapped in, but she’s upside down and her head hurts and her arms are freezing and-

She remembers muffled shouting, the tugging on her legs as they pull her out of the snow, confused faces, concerned questions, stranger’s hands helping her up onto her feet but her legs are numb and she-

She wakes up somewhere strange, in a tent of some kind, warmer but not warm enough, the fire not strong enough to fix the chill in her bones. A lady approaches, a stranger she does not recognize, murmuring soft reassurances and helping her drink something that is warm and comforting and she’s so tired and-

She is not the first to forget the fall. 

oOOo

It’s two days before she wakes fully, sitting up and looking around herself in confusion. A man sits by the fire, speaking in a language she does not know- but somehow understands. He tells her that he’s glad she’s awake and that he’ll go fetch… someone. He leaves the girl in the tent alone, giving her time to wake more and take in her surroundings. Her clothes have been changed, a pale pink tunic replacing the clothes that she fell in. Said clothes sit folded at the foot of her bed, a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a cute cartoon eevee on it.

Eevee is her favorite pokemon. She always goes out of her way to catch it in every game she plays.

The tent flap opens to a gust of cold wind as a teenager steps inside. She’s younger than the girl, maybe 15 or so? But she has the air of someone important, a determination in her eyes that commands respect. A few others follow after the teenager, standing behind her and staring the girl down. It’s an unpleasant feeling. The teenager steps forward and speaks, her language unfamiliar, but the girl understands it anyway.

“I am Iridia, the leader of the Pearl Clan. Two days ago you fell from the space time rift into a snowbank outside of our village. You have been unconscious since we dug you out and you very nearly died.” Her eyes soften at the girl’s baffled gaze. She speaks softer, as if to a child, “You are obviously quite far from home. Your clothes are foreign and are inappropriate for the icelands. While the Pearl Clan is weary of outsiders we are not cold enough to turn away a child in need. Do you recall where you came from?”

‘I’m not a child’ The girl thinks but starts to tell Iridia where she’s from anyway. Or at least tries to. The words are on the tip of her tongue, it’s a place she knows well, she lives there doesn't she? But the answer doesn't come, and it slowly dawns on her that she forgot. She forgot something as important as her home. 

Iridia lets out a quiet disappointed sigh and the two adults beside her exchange glances. She softly sits on the bed beside the panicking girl, taking her hands in her own as she looks at her with a soft, sympathetic gaze.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember. I honestly didn’t really expect you to.” She smiles sadly, squeezing the girl’s hands a bit. “Do you at least recall your name?”

That one’s much easier, her name has been with the girl her whole life after all. 

“I’m-”

But the word won’t come out, her identity slipping away just as her home had. She actually forgot her name. Something she’d carried her whole life, a word that grounded her to this reality as proof of her existence. Your name is something that is impossible to forget, a thing that distinguishes you, separates you from the people around you. The most important, unforgettable word-

A word that she somehow forgot.

“-frick”

Chapter One

“So your name is Frick?” 

The girl balks at that, shaking her head and waving her hands in a bit of a panic.

“What- no- that- uh- frick is a word you use when you’re like, frustrated you know? Like a swear? But not?”

She wasn’t allowed to swear in her house. Her mother would have had her head if any of her younger siblings started mimicking her. Substitutes were tolerated, but only barely.

“It’s a- uh- censored version of… something? I dunno my head feels kinda funky and I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact I can’t remember my own fricking name-” Another pause, Idrida’s looks like she doesn't know wether to laugh or be concerned, “-which definitely isn’t Frick. I don’t know what it is but it’s not that”

Iridia gives her hands another soft squeeze, a small chuckle escaping her.

“Not Frick then I guess. Good to know.” She glances back at the others in the tent before furrowing her brow in concern. “Is there anything you do remember?”

oOOo

She didn’t remember much apparently, and what she could remember wasn’t much use. Her favorite color (Pink) wasn’t very helpful and her age (19) was just plain incorrect.

Iridia asked if she meant that she was nine. She didn’t and was pretty frustrated that the teenager wouldn’t believe her. That is until one of the adults rolled their eyes and pulled out a small handheld mirror. There was a child in the reflection. 

Despite that, Iridia encouraged her to keep trying, and that she could stay with the Pearl Clan as long as she needed. The adults finally spoke up then, protesting about taking in more strangers from the rift, especially a child that would be of no use. Iridia asked if they really wanted to send a child out to die, to which the answer was apparently no. She was given a person to stay with, clothes to wear, a promise of security, and most importantly, a name.

Akari 

“Of course, you can change it any time.” Iridia said, helping Akari settle into her new lodgings. “If you remember your old name or think of one you like better-”

“Akari is good. Thank you for coming up with it” Akari flashed Iridia her best smile and Iridia blushed a bit at the praise.

“I’m glad you like it. I just kinda suggested the first thing I thought of.” 

A freezing chill blew in and both girls turned to the entrance. The owner of the tent Judy, a kindly old woman and Akari’s new roommate/guardian, came in holding a small bundle under her arm. Iridia beamed as the woman handed it to her, before turning back to Akari.

“You’re actually not the first person from the rift we’ve taken in.” Iridia began unwrapping the bundle “About a year ago, a man named Ingo came to our settlement with the same problem you’re having now. His clothes were strange, his words were baffling, and his memories were somewhere he could not find them.” 

From the cloth Iridia pulled out a bound journal with a stick of graphite. She smiled as she handed them to Akari.

“He said that journaling helped keep track of the few memories he could recall, I hope it’s the same for you.”

Akari flipped through the blank pages of the journal, fiddling with the graphite stick as she did so. Looking back up at Iridia she asked, 

“Did he make it back to his home?”

Iridia shook her head. “Ingo’s still with us, and I’ll admit he hasn’t remembered much… but he’s one of our Wardens now, a very special position only a few can hold.” She smiled fondly. “He has found a place here, and I hope that you will too.”

oOOo

Akari looked down on the village from her perch at the top of the hill. It was probably her favorite spot to write, close enough to the hot springs to feel it’s heat, while also against a cliff face that blocked the south blowing wind. Of course, that didn’t stop the north blowing wind, but she’d take what she could get.

Tracing patterns in the snow with the tip of her boot, she flipped to the front of her journal to review what she had written so far. It was a depressingly short list, full of stupid things like her favorite season (spring) or her opinion on spicy food (tastes bad). Of course, some of them were a bit concerning. Like her age that was off by a decade and-

Pokemon aren’t real

That one really confused her. Akari knew pokemon. She knew what they looked like, their types and names, heck she even had one printed on the shirt she showed up in! But…they all looked wrong, like playing an older video game on a bigger tv and seeing the pixels that you’d never noticed before. There was too much texture and detail and it all felt off. Frankly, it was quite disconcerting at first.

But once she got used to it?

I really like pokemon

The creatures fascinated her. She wasn’t quite sure how she had ever lived without ever seeing one before, (She had also never seen snow before now. Maybe that was related?) but now that she had- she never wanted to go back.

Pokemon were cool. Akari spent most of her free time watching them, watching as they talked, battled, and played with each other. She observed them, taking small notes when they did something interesting and-

I like to draw

That was a fun one to find out. She had been sitting at her spot trying to recall memories as always when one of the hot spring swinub got flipped on it’s back. It squirmed around a bit before it realized it was stuck and it let out a frustrated snort. It was hilarious, and Akari wished she could take a picture. Unfortunately, she was pretty sure pictures didn’t exist and it was another one of those malfunctioning memories of hers. 

‘Maybe I could draw it’ 

Well it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Turns out, she actually kinda knew what she was doing. The picture wasn’t perfect, it was covered in charcoal smudges and the swinub righted itself before she could finish, but it was good enough. Soon her writing journal was more of a sketch pad as it was filled with images of all the local pokemon. 

She hummed softly as she flipped through the journals pages, a history of the past two months recorded in charcoal sketches and notes. A swinub shuffled out of the hot spring and over to her, sniffing her and giving her a short whine.

“I don’t have any food for you” Akari said, laughing as it bumped into her hands looking for treats. “Nothing here but me and my thoughts.”

The swinub snorted, turning away from her and down the hill to the village proper, off to beg someone who actually had food. She watched it go, trailing aimlessly among the Pearl Clan. Her eyes drifted over to the other children her age, laughing as they chased each other across the village. She watched friends chat as they did their work, watched mothers yell at their children in exasperation, watched older folks gossip over a shared meal. 

Her heart ached, most people were friendly but none wanted to be near her much. Children ran from her giggling while adults gave her side eyes. Iridia was almost a friend, but she was a busy lady who had a very important job to do. Judy was kind, but uninterested in any kind of real relationship with Akari. It had been two months of being alone with her thoughts, nothing but lost memories and the endless snow to keep her company.

She flipped back to the front of her journal, going to the bottom of the list and after a bit of thought wrote,

I wish I had a family again.

Chapter Two- A New Friend

Being a small child with no friends gave Akari a lot of time to explore. Sure she had technically had chores, but Judy really didn’t have the time or patience to teach her how to mend clothes properly. Akari would still give it her best effort, but usually after an hour or so Judy would get tired of her shoddy craftsmanship and shoo her off.

The Pearl Settlement was tucked securely in a small valley, large cliffaces shielding the village from the elements and wild pokemon.  The only real way out of the town was to the west, where a small river blocked the settlement entrance from most land-based dangers. 

And the dangers were out there. Iridia and then later Judy did their best to stress to Akari how vicious and brutal the wild pokemon were. The Alabaster Icelands was one of the most dangerous places in all of Hisui and for some reason the pearl clan decided that their home had to be there. (Apparently the Diamond Clan lived in a swamp, which was a different brand of insane)

And then this was supposed to be much later in the fic, after a few Ingo chapters at least:

Emmet remembers falling. He remembers finding his brothers pokeballs in the train tunnels, all alone with no Ingo in sight. He remembers the questions from police, the missing posters, frantic searching. He remembers overworking, 14 hour shifts every day in a desperate attempt to cope with the loss. He remembers slowly falling apart as every day ticks on and there’s no sign of his twin no matter where he searches. He remembers, and he doubts he will ever forget.

#blue’s writing #WIP #akari pokemon #pokemon legends arceus

[lexiluxray]

You know what I realized ? I post a lot of Augustine Sycamore on this blog (as intended), but you know what I probably draw the most, pokemon-related, and that I DON'T post ?

Grimsley being insufferable

(He was my very first sync pair on Pokemas - got him instead of Iridia xD - I didn't know a thing about him, and I somehow now have enough headcanons and interaction ideas that I could write a whole fic about my OC with him as the main annoyance. And by annoyance I mean I ship them very hard, of course.)

#grimsley pokemon #i have so many little silly sketches and strips of grim being The Worst you have no idea #made to entertain me and me alone and maybe like one friend xD #lexiart