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crowingoverthis · 2 months
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Here are bookmarks I designed for @TheLostDex Such a huge and amazing project! I'm so happy to be a part of!
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lugiepie · 2 years
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beta giratina, beta lando-t, chimeran, etc.
based on copper metal, various gases, the beta sprite in giratina’s pokédex slot (duh), and the official box legendaries
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spookiserenity · 2 years
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I made a dragon
More of their info can be found on Artfight because I can’t be assed to reformat all that shit for Tumblr
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thelostdex · 2 months
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It's hard to believe, but today's Beta Pokemon of the Day is indeed Giratina!
This variant looks completely different from the well-known Giratina, lighter in colour and sporting colourful jewels on its body.
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fourphoenixfeathers · 2 years
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What is Heretic Emmett's deal with Giratina? Is Giratina just like 'hey let me see what you have happening in Unova?' or is it something more sinister?
Oops, my hand slipped---
Sorry for the wait, but i felt compelled to write something in place of a short answer. I hope you like it!
Tw for Giratina being a bit mentally invasive and for discussion of loss of bodily autonomy.
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Emmet was definitely dreaming. That was the only explanation for what was going on with his bathroom mirror.
Instead of showing his reflection, like mirrors were supposed to do, there was a vast chasm. It was filled with floating landmasses unbound by gravity, covered in trees growing directionlessly with no sun to orient themselves by. The dark blue sky swirled with bright purple clouds. It hurt Emmet's eyes to look at.
The surreal cherry on top of all this was Giratina, who was staring at him from the other side of the mirror.
"I am Emmet. I would like to wake up now."
Negation. Stationary. Existent. Consciousness.
Emmet clutched his head as thoughts that weren't his own assaulted his mind. They were loud. Wordless but full of meaning. He tried to put words to the formless thoughts, and something clicked.
"I am Emmet. Are you trying to tell me I am awake?"
Affirmation. Stationary. Urgent.
"Fine. I will not leave. Yup! Staying right here."
Gratitude. Relief.
Emmet winced at the growing pressure. "Can you speak any verbal languages? If we continue like this, I will derail shortly."
Giratina tilted his head at Emmet and rumbled pensively. His response was quieter than before.
Attempt. Connection. Learn. Communication.
Emmet had to take a minute to parse that statement. "You want to learn Galarian through me?"
Giratina nodded.
"How?"
The moment he asked the question, Emmet felt an urge to touch the mirror. Emmet slowly brought his hand up to the glass. It felt exactly how a mirror should feel despite the fact that it was currently being used like some cross-dimensional zoom call. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine that there was nothing on the other side.
Permission.
"Granted."
Emmet braced himself for the painful pressure that he associated with Giratina's 'voice', but it never came. Instead, he was overcome by an opressive feeling of being watched. Giratinas's eyes seemed to bore into his, and Emmet dropped his head to stare at the sink. It didn’t help. Belatedly, Emmet realized he was still in his pajamas. He traced the cartoon trains on his sleeve with his eyes while he waited for Giratina to finish whatever it was that he was doing.
After what could have been hours or minutes, the feeling of being a bug under a microscope faded away. Emmet's arm fell to his side. He looked up again, but he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact.
"I am Giratina. I am sorry I caused you discomfort." The voice was deep and rumbling, exactly what you would imagine coming from something so large. There was something familiar about the intonation, though. Perhaps Giratina picked up Emmet’s manner of speech while rooting through his head.
"It is-" Emmet cut himself off before he could dismiss his discomfort. Ingo had always told him to stand up for himself more. "It is not fine. But if this is important, it might be acceptable. What do you want?"
"I need your help. And I believe I can help you in return." Giratina’s body language was unreadable, but Emmet might have heard a hint of remorse in his voice. It was hard to pick up on, but Emmet knew his own way of speaking. At the very least, he wasn't lying, and there was only one thing Emmet needed help with.
"You know where to find my brother?" Emmet could have rivalled Ingo’s inside voice as he leaned forward on the rim of the sink.
"Yes. I met your brother, once. He was in Sinnoh, three centuries ago."
"Giratina. Is my brother dead?" Emmet’s hands shook. He gripped the sink so hard he feared it would crack.
"I do not know. I was… out of commission shortly after I saw him. By the time I woke up, he was gone. But I know who would know. When I met your brother, his body was being inhabited by Arceus."
"What do you mean inhabited? What did Arceus do to him?"
"Arceus and Ingo were both conductors in Ingo’s body. From what I saw, the coupling was accidental. Ingo retained control most of the time, but when I faced Arceus, Ingo was merely a passenger."
Emmet let loose a sigh of relief. What Giratina told him was distressing, but it certainly could have been worse. Even with the issue of time travel, Arceus’ involvement meant there might be a chance to return Ingo to his proper time.
"So we need Arceus to get my brother back," Emmet concluded. "And you will help me. What are you getting out of this?"
"Human legends say that I am locked in the Distortion World as punishment. But that was not always the case. I was created to take care of this plane. But I resented this task." Giratina paused and looked away. Emmet would almost say he looked like he was trying to make himself smaller. "I allied myself with a human in a plot to rebel against Arceus. Ever since then, my domain has become my prison."
"You want me to fight Arceus for you?" Emmet asked. He did not want to fight a god, but if he had to for Ingo, he would.
"No. I want you to help me apologize."
"...Ah." Giratina wanted family counseling. Emmet didn’t know if he should feel underwhelmed or relieved.
"If this task is too much for you. I will be content if you let me experience your world through your eyes. However, if I do not reconcile with Arceus, getting your brother back will become verrry difficult."
Emmet let a hysterical laugh slip from his lips at hearing his own verbal tic coming from a legendary pokemon.
"I am Emmet. I think I need to sit down."
"Take your time. I can wait."
Emmet considered his options. This seemed good. Too good. Help from a legendary was invaluable, especially considering Ingo was displaced through time. On the other hand, Emmet couldn’t believe how easy it sounded.
"You mentioned 'experiencing my world'. What does that mean?"
"In order for us to help each other, we must establish a sort of connection. It is similar to the one Arceus made with your brother. But Theirs was accidental. Ours would be purposeful. If you allow it, I will be able to use your body like my own. We will be co-conductors in your train. In return, you will have my aid and my power."
Emmet was silent for a long time. A direct connection to a legendary? The world had its fair share of megalomaniacs who would jump on such a chance, but Emmet didn’t care for power. He liked his joltiks. He liked his subway. He liked a good, fair fight with passionate trainers. But he loved Ingo more than all of those combined. He could live with taking a backseat for a while if it meant he could see Ingo again. He grit his teeth and met Giratina’s eyes.
"I am Emmet. I will do it."
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So to answer your question: not that sinister actually. Giratina wants to fix his family issues and experience the not-distorted world. And unlike a certain someone-
*cough* Arceus *cough*
-he tries his best to make sure Emmet knows what he's getting into. It'll take a bit to get used to taking a backseat in his own head, but at least Emmet gets a new fren and spooky powers out of it. :>
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shadowsandkingdom · 9 months
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Look at him, look at his little teefers.
He reminds me that he can hear it when I use his name, and that it is very annoying to think I've asked for him for something important, only to find out it was for humor.
I take to reminding him that the number of inconveniences he has caused for my brothers this week is already double digits.
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sleepy-hisui · 6 months
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// Yeah i've been normal about Arceus recently why do you ask
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cantdanceflynn · 1 month
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THIS BTW. IS MY PLAN FOR THE NYX FANDERG
#I HAVE SO MANY NOTES ON NYXS CANON DESIGN WHICH I PROBABLY SHOULDN'T TALK BOUT NOW THAT IM DOING INSURGENCY BUT LIKEEEE#I WANNA LOL POKEMON INSURGENCE FUCKS SO HARD AND THE LORE GETS MISTAKEN FOR EDGY SO IT GETS PUT TO THE SIDE N IM TIRED OF IT#OK SO NYXS DESIGN IS IN THIS WEIRD INBETWEEN OF LIKE. ITS SUCH A GOOD DESIGN IN CONCEPT BUT IN EXECUTION IT FEELS. WEIRD#THE IDEA OF THEM TRYING SO HARD TO MIMIC HUMANITY TO STAY IN THIS WORLD. SHARDS FLYING OUT OF THEM THE SECOND THEY ARENT HIDING THEIR FORM#IT RLY DOES FEEL LIKE THEYRE CLINGING TO THIS EXISTENCE AND FAILING#BUT AT THE SAME TIME LIKE. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY BELONG TO ARCEUS IF THAT MAKES SENSE?#AND PART OF THAT IS PROBABLY HOW ITS AGED W THE BETA ARCEUS SPRITE N ALL AND INSURGENCES GENERAL OVERRELIANCE ON THE#(FRANKLY FAKE CMON GUYS BE REAL) CHRISTIANITY BASED TAKE ON SINNOHS LEGENDARIES#MUCH AS I THINK INSURGENCE IS WONDERFULLY DONE STORY WISE. BUT THEY FEEL NOT LIKE ANYTHING TO DO W GIRATINA#THE ROUGH CLOAK FEELS ONCE AGAIN OLD N BIBLICAL THERES NOTHING ABOUT THEM BESIDES A VAGUELY POTENTIALLY INVERTED COLOR PALLETE TO LIKE#INDICATE ANYTHING ABOUT THEM#AND MAYBE THATS ON PURPOSE!!! HELL IT PROBABLY IS!! BUT IT FEELS LIKE A MISTAKE.#SO INSTEAD IM PLANNING TO KEEP THOSE ARCEUS LIKE ELEMENTS BUT PUT THEM IN AS CONTRAST/THEMING#THINK HOW JAERN HAS THOSE THREE GREEN CRYSTALS IN HIS BATTLE SPRITE AS ALMOST FORESHADOWING#ALONG W EYES FOR DIALGA AND PALKIA(ALAS FR DOESNT DO HETEROCHROMIA FOR LORR REASONS)#AND INSTEAD THE REST OF THEIR THEMING IS DISTORTION WORLD AND GIRATINA BASED#INSTEAD MAKING IT LOOK LIKE THE LONGER THEY STAY HERE THE LESS OF GIRATINAS POWER THEY HAVE BC THATS WHERE THE DISTORTION#MELTS AWAY AND THE OTHERS ARE MORE VISIBLE#ANYWAYS. YEAGH.
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mynamesaplant · 7 months
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Love is a Cold Bowl of Soup (Part One)
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I've been working on this one for a bit. I hope you enjoy!! Thanks to Monsoon-of-Art for the beta! Don't want to read it on Tumblr? I have it on AO3!
Summary: Akari's been tasked to find some ingredients for soup and learns to ask for help from the people in her life.
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-Sootfoot root -Medicinal leeks -Vegetable broth -Moomoo milk -Wild garlic -Crunchy Salt -Pep-Up plant
Akari didn’t know exactly that the professor had in mind when he asked her and Rei to go find these things, but it seemed to be some sort of recipe. She followed in the wake of the man clad in Security Corp red, dividing her attention between the list and the path they trekked.
A grimace came to her face as she recalled the last time the professor had tried to be adventurous with foreign recipes and native ingredients. The poor captain had been sick for almost two days. Akari hadn’t fared too well herself, but she powered through like always.
Now the professor was on this new kick, and he was gleefully cryptic about it - needless to say, it worried everyone. They all knew Laventon meant well, but nobody wanted to be decommissioned by some toxic concoction.
Akari herself was already constructing her excuses. She was nervous about battling Ingo on the Path of Solitude (battling Ingo usually scared the daylights out of her- he was so tough!) and couldn’t stomach anything or Wanda had mysteriously disappeared again (Akari knew she would perform a vanishing act the second the noxious smell of whatever the professor was cooking wafted down the hall). It couldn’t be directly Pokémon related, because then the professor would be inclined to accompany the Survey Corps’ top member.
Akari’s breath began to pick up with a sharp incline that preceded that pass to the highlands basecamp. She was caked in mud from trudging through the marshes in search of some halfway decent Sootfoot. The professor said he needed about thirty or so.
“About this big.”
He had said, holding out his fist so she could get a sense of what he needed. The leeks had been easy. The fieldlands were teaming with them. Akari had also gathered the vegetables that Beni needed to make the professor’s broth. She had sent those back with some of the Security Corp as they were headed back to town, that way Beni could get started right away. With all his hemming and hawing, Akari was surprised he agreed at all, she had definitely heard him mumble something about how a new spate of food poisoning would affect business at the Wall Flower.
She couldn’t blame the old man, the influx of customers who were too terrified of any of the food served in Galaxy Hall usually meant they were streaming into his restaurant, which was good for business but bad for his back.
Akari’s eyes quickly flicked to the peak of Mount Coronet when they reached basecamp. She couldn’t help it. It was so strange to see the sky above it so empty. Not that she wasn’t glad that all she saw was blue sky, but it still made her chest tighten to think of all that happened up there.
Dialga and Palkia, Volo and Giratina - suddenly she was very conscious of the Arc phone resting heavily on her hip and its sudden weight made her shiver. Her invitation from the being who put her here was still fresh in her mind. Ever since she completed Cogita’s request to catch Enamorus, she had felt a draw toward the peak as her curiosity ate at her.
Why?
Why was she here? Why her? These questions still took up a corner of her mind, solid and unbearable to contemplate. Akari would lie very still at night and just stare above her without seeing. Not so much in Jubilife with a roof over her head. When she found herself under a blanket of stars, bathed in moonlight with a cool breeze rustling her unbound hair, she asked herself why and she could feel tears sting her eyes.
She asked an uncaring cosmos why she was here, and she was met with silence. A silent, dark phone. A dreamless, restless sleep. The silence spoke volumes, so Akari learned to stop asking… But not completely.
Her hands curled into fists as she refitted her pack and exchanged her Pokémon for ones that would be more suited to battles in the highlands. Akari’s selection included Samurott, Yanmega, Roserade, Froslass, Alakazam, and Arcanine. Samurott looked over her shoulder while Akari rummaged through the trunk containing her possessions, grabbing some extra balls and potions.
She was still trying to find some Cherrim to jump out at her from the trees and she might as well try to find as many shaking trees as possible while she was here. Last time she had come to the highland, she had spent over a month there trying to get Nosepass to jump out from ore deposits and had almost given up on multiple occasions.
Her Pokémon nudged her side carefully, doing his best not to gore her and his diligence earned him an affectionate scratch on the cheek. He grumbled his approval, offering her a playful nip which made her sour expression disappear. She thanked the Security Corp, returned her Samurott to the confines of his ball, and withdrew her flute from her belt.
The instrument had undergone a drastic change not too long ago. Although her fellow Galaxy Team members didn’t seem to notice anything strange in her flute, Akari brought it hesitantly to her lips and just as quickly lowered it.
Adaman had taught her how to use the Celestica flute, the wardens had guided her through the familiar melodies that all the Nobles seemed to respond to, but nobody taught her about this instrument. It still sounded like the original, the music still possessed its haunting and echoey tone, but this blue flute held no resemblance to the one she had been gifted.
Akari hadn’t shown a soul this new flute. She was afraid how any of them would react. She exhaled and brought the flute to her lips, playing Lord Wyrdeer’s song. Despite her hand placement feeling weird and the notes quivering with uncertainty, the lord of the field still answered her call. She could see him trotting up the pass, appearing out of the mist with a small bob of his great head, acknowledging Akari as she clambered up onto his back and patting his neck in reply. Without prompting, the noble took off in the direction of Wayward Cave.
The lady of the cliffs snickered, exchanging a few unintelligible words with Lord Wyrdeer right before he took his leave. Lady Sneasler tousled the girl’s hair and then summarily dumped Akari into her basket so she could haul the surveyor up and down the cliffs to collect salt. Akari really only needed a few chunks of salt, but she found the rocking motion soothing as Sneasler scrambled around the rock face with ease. She gave no direction after collecting all she needed and Sneasler chirped with delight when Akari gave her free reign to go where she wanted.
What was the professor going to make? It seemed to be some kind of soup, but no kind of soup she had ever heard of. Maybe it was Galarian or something? They had some very strange ideas about food and flavors sometimes… At the bottom of Clamberclaw Cliffs, she saw herself out of the basket and turned to thank the Pokémon, but the noble was already taking her leave. She did at least turn to acknowledge Akari’s announcement of thanks, dangling by one paw and snorted before hauling herself over the lip of the cliff.
On her own once again and suddenly not really in the mood to head back to any of the basecamps, Akari started wandering.
She wanted to keep her mind clear, forcing her eyes in front of her rather than on the looming peak above her. Looming was the right word, wasn’t it? It felt overbearing, like unseen eyes were burning into her and invisible hands were grabbing at her.
Come find me. Face me.
No.
Not yet.
She wasn’t ready.
Her work wasn’t done. The Pokédex was unfinished. So many people still needed her help. She folded her arms and half hunched, trudging along. She had fallen from the sky almost two years ago. She had almost resigned herself to the fact that Hisui was her home now.
Ingo had been here for seven years and still held a glimmer of hope that he might someday at least remember home. He held no delusions about returning. He had built his life, he cemented himself in his community, but he never quite gave up on the life he couldn’t quite recall.
Akari had done likewise.
She grew roots. People liked her. People relied on her. She couldn’t let them down… She sniffled, feeling her legs wobble because the weight of the world hadn’t been quite removed from her shoulders. It was a terrible burden.
“Why did you do this to me?”
She asked, voice trembling as badly as her shoulders with how hard she tried to hold in her sobs.
Akari tried so hard not to cry in front of others. Only a few people had caught her - she did her best to hide herself away when she got weepy - and they had tried to offer her comfort, tried to be supportive, but nobody really understood. Not the full extent of it. Akari couldn’t explain. She barely understood herself. An enigmatic force took her from her room in her pajamas and told her to complete a task. She was trying while more and more got piled on to her shoulders. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right!
Laventon had clucked sympathetically when she had burst into tears after learning she was tasked with dealing with Lord Kleavor. He wrapped an arm around her, offering her a clean handkerchief from his pocket that Akari took with shaking hands.
His presence at her side felt warm and comforting, like when she had a tough day and her mother wrapped up in her arms, kissing the top of her head while she murmured that it was okay. He still didn’t know this teenager well enough to provide her the comfort she really needed, but he tried. He was one of the few she actually sought out when things really started to weigh on her, but not recently.
Not with this.
Rei had nervously shifted on his feet when he found Akari crying in her bed, still in her sleepwear and hair a tangled mess. She had been up half the night tossing and turning, suffocating under the weight of her responsibility. He didn’t know what to say, but quickly obeyed when she barked out at him to get out, especially with her then team at the time (Dewott, Lopunny, Stunky, Staravia, Drifblim, and Tangela) bullying him out the door.
He waited outside and awkwardly slapped her on the shoulder, his encouraging smile more of a grimace than anything else. She had resolved at the time not to cry in front of anyone else, no matter how much it hurt. Not too long after that resolution, the sky began to bleed.
Mai had seen her cry when she had been banished and she tucked a strand of hair behind Akari’s ear while she tried to stave her own tears. She held the gasping girl tight and apologized over and over again.
The warden’s heart went out to this poor girl, but there was nothing she could do with her. Not directly. Mai was the first person to tell Akari she was sorry. Not a soul in Hisui had said it as earnestly as Mai had, and it only served to make her sob harder.
She just wanted someone to treat her like the kid she was for one damn second. Not a savior. Not an outsider. Just a teenager.
Akari had buried her face in Mai’s shoulder and just stayed with the warden until not a drop remained. There was nothing the clans could do for her. Akari took her leave. Volo found her not a few hours later.
Cogita knew the most about Akari’s situation, even without her telling the woman much. Akari got the impression that Cogita knew a lot more than she let on, just like Volo, and she was as transparent as she could be with the mysterious woman.
She had spoken to her gently, calling her ‘lost one’ but not unkindly. She offered Akari a cup of tea, just like the professor did on bad days, which only made her tears grow hotter in her anguish. The life she was trying to build for herself as she tried to make the best of her situation was so abruptly and harshly torn from her that she didn’t know what to do but cry in front of this perfect stranger.
Cogita had been sensible enough to give her some space but nudged the warm cup closer to her hands in a silent encouragement to drink.
When she had been granted permission to return to Jubilife and she was able to convince herself that she could come back in relative safety, Akari started battling at the dojo more often. She didn’t want to be caught off guard again and she reasoned that by having a strong body like Captain Zisu’s and strong Pokémon like Warden Ingo’s then she wouldn’t fear being banished again.
Not without a fight at least.
She found herself battling Ingo as often as she trained with Zisu. Akari wasn’t always victorious, but the warden was always aiming her towards victory.
After one particularly grueling battle, one that had seen the change from an orange dusk to a blue-black evening, Ingo had ended up as the victor.
Gliscor had made a beeline for his trainer, screeching happily with the outcome and Ingo chuckled, scrubbing the Pokémon’s cheeks before turning to Akari. Her face had been cast down, her Abomasnow lay a few feet away, but she made no move to return her or aid her Pokémon in any fashion. It was very unlike Akari.
Ingo had already launched into a rousing speech, but his words faltered as the number of inconsistencies started to add up in his mind. The girl’s hands were curled into shaking fists at her sides. Her shoulders were quivering. She bowed her head lower, trying in vain to scramble for a ball that her trembling fingers couldn’t manage to grip, only just managing to flip the lock on the ball to have her Pokémon return to her.
“Miss Akari?”
She cringed, jerking away like she was burned. Was she crying? Because she lost? She had never cried before, but this seemed different somehow.
Ingo did not consider himself a warm and fuzzy kind of guy, but something stirred in his mind when he saw young Akari crying and trying to hide that fact from him. She rubbed at her obscured eyes with her sleeve, trying to sniffle quietly - the sight felt oddly familiar.
He was frozen for a moment, a not so clear memory coming to him because he had done this. He had comforted someone else -someone very close to him- many times before his arrival to Hisui. He returned his Pokémon and reached Akari in two strides, he started to reach for her but hesitated.
“Come this way, Akari.”
Ingo coaxed her gently, hand extended. He didn’t want to grab her, despite the ghost of an impulse to hug her tightly seizing him, he knew not to infringe on other’s space like that. Not without permission. Akari looked up at him through tear flecked lashes, her mouth drawn into a tight grimace as she attempted not to burst into tears. She took his hand easily.
Zisu was on her break with the other dojo regulars at the Wallflower, so he ushered her inside the empty building and sat her on a bench. He resisted the urge to interrogate her, she would only rebuff him until she stormed away to seek the safety and privacy of her quarters.
She hid her face in her hands, body heaving with silent sobs with her shoulders tensed up by her ears. He asked her if it was okay to hold her and she jerked her head, making a small noise of assent. Tears dribbled from the cracks between Akari’s fingers - she didn’t even know what had brought on the sudden waterworks.
She felt a sudden weight being draped over her shoulders, it startled Akari enough to look up as the warden took a seat beside her.
His coat was sun bleached and torn, but still retained heat and deflected all sorts of precipitation well and she was grateful for it on this cool autumn evening. She drew the lapels in tighter and remained huddled there for a moment, keeping her eyes firmly on the ground. Ingo didn’t ask why.
He just let her cry and occasionally rubbed her back between shoulder blades in an encouraging sort of way, like he was silently telling her it was okay to cry.
It was okay to feel sad or overwhelmed or scared or whatever she was feeling. She was safe and he was there if she wanted to talk about it. Although, that thought hadn’t quite clicked for Akari yet as she hiccuped an apology.
“I’m sorry. I… I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“We don’t always have to know exactly why we feel a certain way. Just that we feel it and that we be allowed to express ourselves. You don’t have to apologize for it.”
The words had a soothing effect, she leaned against his side and Ingo didn’t budge. There was an old ache in his heart because he knew he shared a similar sentiment before. 
The warden only left her side to light a few lanterns in the dark interior of the dojo and to brew some tea, otherwise Ingo remained steadfast at her side. The sound of brook running through Jubilife and the distant chirps of Kricketots harmonizing soothed the girl, eventually her breathing evened out and tear tracks down her cheeks had dried.
She thanked him.
She didn’t explain, but she thanked him for just being there for her.
There were no prying eyes this time, no one to bear witness to these tears. Nobody to console the girl that fell from the sky. They were kind, but it had taken so long to get there.
It had taken so long to feel safe when she was thrown into this situation. She had performed every painstaking task - she had the scars to prove each and every one. She endured and she had been thanked, but it didn’t feel like enough.
Did that make her selfish?
Did that make her petty?
Why should a seventeen-year-old have to consider such things?
A long snout nudged into her cheek. Her Samourott insisted for her attention, rumbling out his concern as he nosed her again. She felt something cool snuggling into one side and something thorny jabbing her other side, Froslass and Roserade offering their comfort.
Arcanine’s warm muzzle nudged her other cheek, whimpering and gently nipping at her hands to lick at her face.
Yanmega’s bristly, twig-like legs rested on her shoulders, his thorax running the length of her back, with every buzz of his wings making her vision blur.
Alakazam sat in front of her, the Pokémon’s hands extended Akari could see between her fingers, holding out for her to take hold of them. Samarott also started trying to nip at her hands, trying to pry her hands away, and finally Akari relented.
Her Pokémon surrounded her, and she felt a knot in her chest loosen. Air suddenly found its way into her lungs. The tightness in her throat eased. She was loved. Even so far away from her home, her true home, Akari was loved.
Her Pokémon loved her. They stuck by her through and through on this whole journey. They had their own scars to prove it. She was loved.
Irida and Adaman loved her. They risked everything to help her. They were like the older siblings she never had.
The captain loved her… In her own special way. When she got banished, the captain gave her the tools and encouragement necessary to save them all because she believed in Akari. She told the girl that she expected her back in one piece, which was probably the closest Akari would ever get to hearing motherly concern from her captain.
Professor Laventon loved her. He watched every moment of her progress with beaming pride.
Yes, it had hurt. It hurt that nobody seemed to trust her. It hurt that nobody seemed to have any sympathy for the teenager. It hurt that Arceus didn’t answer when she asked why.
It hurt to think that she would never see her mom again. Her best friend who she had made plans to go to lunch with next week. Her dad was going to visit from overseas next month. Her little Glameow she named Glitter.
Akari was allowed to mourn and cry and be upset about the injustice of it all, but she shouldn’t have to hide that pain.
When she resolved not to cry, to keep her pain to herself, she isolated herself from those around her.
How could they possibly understand?
Well, how could they understand unless she opened up and explained it to them? She had only ever done that with Cogita and the woman hadn’t overstepped her boundaries but she was wholly sympathetic to Akari’s case. How could she expect these people to understand if she didn’t give them the whole story?
Akari thanked all her Pokémon and returned them to their balls. She pushed the heels over her hands into her burning eyes and stood very still for a moment.
She had been wrong.
Trust is a two-way street, and she didn’t trust the Galaxy Team or the clans to understand her plight. She had never given them a chance.
“Still…”
Like all people who were trying to be emotionally vulnerable, Akari was hesitant to do so. She knew who to talk to first and she just so happened to have to make a delivery to him.
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cut-content-contest · 9 months
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The original poll was set to a day long. This one will determine the winner instead.
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It appears to be a shoddy place holder for arceus. Silly putty creatre
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It was scrapped for unknown reasons and i think it should be re-introduced into canon because that’s a fuck'in good design if you tweak it a little
???-type Arceus
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Prior to Gen V, the ??? type existed as a pseudo-placeholder type, only being used for the move Curse and as the type of unhatched Eggs. However, despite no Plate existing for the type, there is an entirely unused ???-type Arceus! Maybe it was for the sake of error-handling, maybe it’s just a palette swap—but that doesn’t explain why it’s so beautiful! The blue-green coloration and pink accents are really striking; visually, it conveys a strange sort of mystique, which is fitting considering the nature of its existence. ???-type Arceus can’t actually be used in battle (it’ll revert back to Normal-type) which only adds to the mystery. What incomprehensible powers is it hiding… Probably none, but ???-type Arceus is still such an enthralling curiosity to me!
wiki link: https://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/%3F%3F%3F_(type)#Arceus
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nell0-0 · 9 months
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Imagine if it turns out that type null/silvally IS beta Arceus and beta has just changed his name/appearance so Arceus can't find him. Pettiness runs in the family.
No kidding. Just look at Giratina!
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ghostypetrainer · 2 years
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what’s up have a helpful list of tags:
pla roleswap au: featuring 15 year old chosen hero Ingo and 28 year old Warden Akari, who cares for Lady Sneasler.
zoroark possession au: general tag for the zoroark possession au! there’s three main variations of it-
one where Ingo ends up in Hisui still in his human body (but damn is he weird)
and one where Ingo gets yeeted while outside of his human body and becomes the Pearl Clan’s new Noble Pokemon, with Akari as his Warden.
then there’s the modern au, which there is a separate tag for. come here if you want everyone in the Pearl Clan to be a Zoroark as they fight for survival against Champion Volo and the Unova League. Come here if you want to see Emmet get brainwashed and fight against his brother!
tfw you and the zorua that possessed you as an infant have a timeshare arrangement for your body. that’s how you get Cyan.
if you combine the roleswap AU with the lord zoroark AU, you get Akari as a Zoroark who is yeeted to Hisui and becomes Lady Zoroark, and a fifteen year old Ingo who becomes her warden.
pla ageswap au: a significantly less serious au where Ingo and Akari switch ages with one another after a mishap in a space-time distortion. They’re stuck like this for the postgame portion of PLA and for a good clip after returning to the present.
zoroark mama au: or the beta zoroark possession AU, where Ingo is abducted by a Hisuian Zoroark as an infant and raised by her for years before reuniting with Emmet.
reincarnation au: Ingo dies in Hisui. He lives again in Sinnoh. He grows up, goes on a Pokemon journey, and slowly remembers.
reincarnation au but ingo is literally reborn in Hisui instead bc he died in the space time rift and this was Arceus’ attempt to fix that.
reincarnation au but Ingo is reborn in Ultra Space and becomes a part of the Ultra Recon Squad.
team chaos au: in which Ingo and Dawn are kidnapped by the leader of an evil team, and in their place, Kuroaku and Akari are born. In order to get them back, their loved ones form a united front- both to save them, and to thwart the plans of Team Chaos’ leader.
emmet in hisui au: an AU in which Emmet is yeeted into Hisui with Ingo, BUT Ingo still loses his memories.
spy x family au: exactly what it says on the tin. Zisu is a master spy, Ingo’s a master assassin, Akari is a baby telepath and together they form a fake family.
lunar duo au: or that AU where Ingo and Akari are merged with Darkrai and Cresselia respectively.
reverse time travel AU: AU in which Ingo and Akari are born in Hisui and time travel hundreds of years to Unova’s future in order to help stop the rifts that have been forming there.
faller gene AU: Ingo/Zisu AU in which they get together in Hisui and have children- a pair of fraternal twins... only for one to end up slipping through space-time to modern day Unova.
giratina’s deal AU: AU in which Emmet dies in the rift, and Ingo sacrifices his body so he can live again, and is changed into an Alpha Zoroark by Giratina. There’s also a version where Ingo dies in the rift, and Emmet trades his body for him and is revived as Ingo’s Gliscor. You know, as a treat!
vision share AU: AU in which Ingo and Emmet have a special twin power- the ability to see what the other is seeing when they cover one of their eyes. This would be great for Hisui... except Ingo loses an eye upon arrival, and loses his power. Emmet, on the other hand...
Construct AU: AU in which Ingo and Akari are Constructs- human-shaped puppets that gain full sentience upon receiving love.
altered timeline au: AU in which Ingo and Akari were NOT meant to go to Hisui, and their actions there irrevocably change the timeline... but not if they can help it. Ingo and Akari villain arc go.
paradox au: AU in which Ingo regularly blips through time and space. He has no control of this. It leads to antics.
giratina possession AU: Ingo gets used as an unwilling vessel by Giratina. Everyone has a terrible time.
magical girl AU: Magical girl Akari takes on the frenzied Nobles of Hisui, aided by her fairy partner... Emmet who got turned into a Floette. Thanks Arceus.
ceruledge ingo AU: Ingo learns firsthand why you should touch mysterious armor- because you could end up possessed by a wrathful spirit. Oops!
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phlurrii · 8 months
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Theory from work was thinking about your I too have a destiny animatic again lmao.
So theory is that Missingno isn't actually from Meaus dimension originally, and when they were accidentally yoited into Meaus world and time line it caused problems™️ because the universe is only meant to hold one Meau/ancient mew it's like if their was multiple Arceus not gonna work out fam and thus the dimension started to destabilise and so using Dialga Giratinas and Palkias powers Missingno tried to fix everything tried to go back to their home dimension to stop destroying this one only to find they couldn't go back perhaps their world like a save file was deleted no longer existing and now they were loose scrap code in a way that was meant to be deleted too (I know it's not a game world obviously but I'm making references to the games dammit(maybe Missingno was from a beta world first attempt like the original kinda coding attempts of the original games)
So to get around the whole oop universe collapsing thing Missingno collapsed their body, becoming half an ancient mew which the universe seemed to go okay fine I'll allow now existing as a half mew and maybe in a twisted way the universe repurposed their half existence to deal with anomaly and things that shouldn't exist to balanace things out because well they're a 'glitch' so to speak on the system they can deal with the other glitches, and since like technically only Meau should exist Noes life probably got kinda intertwined with Meaus in the confusion hence like they now can't exist without the other and probably to stop Noe from like taking over Meaus place as the one ancient mew if Meau died because no cheat coding here
Okay it’s time to answer some theory question I’ve had on the back burner for a while XD
While this is definitely interesting, Missingno is 100% from Meau’s world/dimension/timeline! But there are… 2 lines in this post that if you put them together, will answer that Noe’s motivations in that animatic…
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devischaotic · 1 year
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Custom sprites I decided to make for my interpretations of Arceus and Giratina's forms. (Left is Altered, right is Origin)
With Arceus I took some inspiration from Beta Arceus. And with Giratina I went for the centipede/spider approach with some more ghoulish features, as well as making him shiny.
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thelostdex · 6 months
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5 Days until Preorders begin on October 1st!
Today's merch preview are these gorgeous bookmarks based on a few of the lost legendaries designed by @crowingoverthis!
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gothghost · 1 year
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Formorphus, the Shape Pokémon
Twisted refuse leftover from the creation of the world. It struggles to maintain a physical form.
Signature Ability: Fluctuate Upon taking heavy damage, it may change into a different type. Signature Move: Observe Takes a close look at the opponent and attempts to change into its type.
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Formorphus (ORG Forme), the Origin Pokémon
Rarely, when particular circumstances align, it is able to remember the form of its creator.
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concept inspired by the pokedex body shape categories and that spooky beta arceus sprite :> it's a bit long but there's more info/comments under the cut if you'd like to read them!!
There wasn't a convenient place to put it in the post proper, but it is a Mythical Pokémon. The ORG Forme is a reference to the Origin Formes that the Creation Trio, Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina have, since Formorphus is meant to be somewhat of a relative to them!
I'm not that much of an expert on Pokémon gameplay, so I don't know how well the ability and move are balanced, but I thought they sounded like fun ideas and I wanted to prioritize that the most.
I like the idea of the ability being helpful due it its flexibility (since it only activates as a result of taking strong hits, maybe it would activate on a super effective hit and switch you away from the type your opponent was strong against. Maybe it could even change your type to your opponent's weakness!) but also unreliable due to its unpredictability (you never know what type it'll change into after all, or if it'll even be useful).
The ORG Forme is almost the opposite, with the type having extremely predictable results, but not being very flexible, since the ??? type isn't strong or weak against any types.
I also wanted to make Formorphus somewhat different from Pokémon like Ditto or Arceus in the way that it changes types, hopefully I did at least an okay job hehe.
I did come up with a Shiny, it's not anything that crazy, just the normal colors inverted, but with designs this simple I think it works well enough.
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That's about all I have to say. I'm REALLY proud of this concept, I obviously can't take any credit for the designs themselves, but I do think I managed to link them all together in an interesting thematic way, I'm very happy with what I came up with! At the very least, it was fun to draw all these body shape design guy things and spooky beta Arceus my beloved. Thank you for reading this far, hopefully you think this concept is neat!!
And by the way, here's the origin points that I referenced for the drawings hehe. That's it. Bye bye!
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