#had to know who the hell this adaman person was | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

smashingdollz · 1 year

Note

Headcanons of Guzma, Raihan, Piers, and Adaman react to shy crush confessing to him?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

hello anon, thank you for the request! i can totally do this for you!

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧

-you decided that today youre going to be confessing to Raihan. with the help of one Pokemon, Applin. you read somwhere that Applin can be used for confessing your love to someone. so you went on a journey to find Applin, even though it was going to be a rare find you were dedicated to give him that Applin.

-he loved your confidence and determination, and admired you for going far and beyond for someone that you love. and he was determined go go far and beyond just for you.

-he definitely teased you a bit during the confession (and still does) "haha, youre face is as red as Applin!" he loves to gently pinch your red cheeks for some reason.

-he of course accepted your confession as soon as he took the pink loveball containing Applin out of your hands. you two definitely raised the Applin together, he even uses it during battles at times.

-like true Raihan nature, after the two of you confessed he took a picture of the two of you captioning it something cheesy. and in that momment everyone knew that the two of you belonged to each other.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

𝐆𝐮𝐳𝐦𝐚

-you did not confess to this man out of your own will. It was actually one of the team skull members who teased you about it and threatened to tell Guzma themselves. so after hours of contemplating and procrastinating you decided that you would go up to him yourself and proudly spit out your confession. (however, it did not actually go like that. you were whimpering and trembling the whole way)

-he actually admires your confidence for going up to him and just confessing to him like that (little does he know), knowing how that stuff isnt easy for you. and hes actually suprised you confesses to him out of all people. how could such a gentle person like you love someone like him?

-of course he loves you too, he always has. but the idea of someone returning his love seems so surrel to him. you've always made him feel some type of way, around you he feels like he can let go of his "big scary tough guy" demeanour, thats when he knew he wanted to spend his life with you.

-he notices how much youre shaking after minutes of silence from him, he then confesses. you're relived, you can finally let out that shaky breath youve been holding in. he walks to you and pulls you in to his side, which is somewhere you'd never leave

-he would tease the hell out of you. i mean even before you confessed he would tease you, but this was the cherry on top. he would just keep on going and going until you turn red in the face and pass out. (jk he wouldnt go that far, maybe just some "light" teasing)

(aaaaaaa sorry this is more of a short story than a headcanon)

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬

-you two confessed to each other on the same day!

-while he listened to your confession he just couldn’t help but to admire you and your confidence. he admired the fact that you liked him out of all people, he didn’t see himself as anything extravagant but him hearing the way you praise him in your confession made him really feel like the best person in the world

-while you confession was nearing its end he gently grabbed your hand and traced circles on your skin with his thumb. and when you finished he aligned your hand with his and slowly intertwined his hand with yours. which obviously caused you to become more flustered than you already were.

-to accept your confession he pulled out a cute bat clip, one of the many gifts and trinkets he got for you this very special day. he gave yu many things that fit your interest and manythings of his own.

-for his confession he led you back to the Spikemuth gym so he could preform a song he wrote just for you! while he preformed he held your hand and looked lovingly in your eyes.

-after that he just preformed what ever song you like. and would mix in a song he had from a playlist he made just for you

-he would totally play any love song by The Cure. Lovesong, Friday Im in Love, Lovecats, etc

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧

-you decided to ask to confess to him two days before the festival being held in Jubilife village. (you had a week, but of course you were too nervous) he happened to be in the area, you decided not to waste anymore time.

-while confessing he noticed how shakey your voice was and how you stumbled over your words. he put a hand on your shoulder, "hey hey, its alright. take your time okay?" he smiled. (he made it worse)

-he was so bold and quick in accepting your offer to accompany him to the festival and in returning your confession. it almost scared you knowing that someone can be like this, but thats what you liked about him the most

-he loves the fact that you took the time out of your day to confess to him. how could you apologize for wasting his time? when youre around no time of his is wasted, hell be sure to let you know that.

-he gave you a blue hair pin/shirt pin that would match the outfit that he would be wearing to the festival.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

i hope you enjoyed! (i was in a bit of a rush to get this out im sorry!)

i posted this a bit later than i wouldve wanted, a shcedule changed happend at work today which messed up my whole routine for my assignments.

1K notes · View notes

onestepbackwards · 10 months

Note

Ayo, didn’t know MissingNo Anon was a preexisting Anon with its own tag. Wanted to clarifyI was both the same person who brought up MissingNo in both asks.

With MissingNo my original idea was that MissingNo would be trying to warn the viewers about impending doom of their future, but I thought of it society wise.

However, the implication that MissingNo is a result of something catastrophic a person can do to themselves sounds just as haunting.

A creature who lived a horrible life either by preexisting conditions, regrettable decisions, or something deep within their soul, binding and twisting them till they no longer belonged in any reality.

A fate worse than hell or being reincarnated into a ghost Pokémon. More of a fucked up mutation of a person that could take trillions of years to begin. It’s heavily hated for its past sins, regrets, and emotions formed into something that can’t even be distinguished. All Pokémon really dislike it.

However, Arceus would probably notice that.

Then there’s the other idea I’m recycling from another idea I had before this!

The concept of true nothingness, which is usually perceived as a black void by most people. However, MissingNo is what people see when they are close to true nothingness, it’s just an easier thing to comprehend than what’s inside it. It could hold everything that was forgotten, trying to preserve such only for it to forget, to alter, never failing nor winning.

They see all, and know many things… They are unfortunately cursed to live a life mangled and every change to fill itself as a dream existed even before Arceus came to be.

It desires company, but it’s even reality that it can't comprehend something that lives, but has no existing property. It end up fucking physics up all the time which garentees a future of endless lonliness.

Like putting a sticky note over the missing/lost center puzzle piece to an otherwise complete puzzle.

In this case, the Eldritch Flex-tape dex entry to nothingness in the Pokédex. MissingNo, the placeholder Pokémon.

MissingNo never explains itself, but it’s always focusing on the viewers, the streamers, from its cries, philosophical lessons could be learned, since nothing it says makes entirely sense, its purpose is for the viewers to fill the void with its words and create a meaning of their own. Wild, absurd, it’s all up to the people.

It cries for the streamer’s attention and to be treated like any other existing matter…only for it’s existence to fuck with reality of all things.

An endless cycle, but it always ensures to win every battle because the streamer treats it the best they can.

Since you mentioned it still stalks the player even after they leave because it wants to be heard. The stream is the most common place to see MissingNo. I believe even after the streamer gets home there will be a universal distribution of MissingNo photos from throughout the historical record.

The streamer returns…only for their very same MissingNo they are still waiting for them. Who knows how long it’s waited or how long it’s alive, but it wants a battle. It misses them.

Imagine it wiping down all the streamers Pokémon, only leaving Arceus left to battle against it. Arcues can’t defeat nothingness, but the creature retreats after it had enough fun.

It’s similar to X and Y, AZ but the roles are reversed…. MissingNo never escaping its fate of eternal lonliness.

However, it leaves a gift! MissingNo gives the streamer its own custom plate to them, to appear cool like the Nobel Pokémon. It's literally the first Gameboy model.

The other people in the game affected would be everyone, but mainly Laveton, Ingo, Adaman and Irida.

Laveton tries to study the thing, only for all his notes to simply be left as WIPS that are never completed XD. He’s exhausted.

Ingo could see faint patterns of his memories for a split second, or if it’s a skeleton, be reminded of both the flames of Chandelure and the many sparks of joltik. It’s uncanny amounts of familiar where he thinks it’s one or the other, but both?

Overthinking it doesn’t help him one bit. His memories come back faster but it’s so overstimulating, glitchy, static it hurts his head and further damages the accuracy of his gauge memories. MissingNo is trying to help, but it’s like using Auto correct, it recommendations can often steal the tang of the writings.

Adaman, who values time, the creature has no sense of age, with its appearance only getting more disturbing every second he tries to pay attention. His time is better spent on his clan than whatever floating purple L kaleidoscope it is. Time seems to stop when MissingNo is nearby, or it’s really his heart.

Irida, valuing space, MissingNo feels like it’s everywhere or it’s presence takes up all the air in the room. It gets too cold. Imagine being in literal space with no oxygen and pressure 100x stronger than a human body can handle.

Meanwhile, Kamado develops permanent insomnia after the banishment and PTSD from the thing now! He can’t even bring himself forth to attack it, and he’d rather not have the thing destroy the village.

The streamer must catch Cresselia or any psychic that helps with dreams in order to ensure he lives, without it they’ll get to see the Galaxy leader wither awake, slowly losing his sanity in the process.

Beni, yeah he ain’t ninjaing out of this one. He’s in the same boat, but MissingNo likes the guy more because he makes good food. He channels his fears into making cupcakes and keeps Kamado company as another insomnia buddy.

Volo? By the time Giratina appears, MissingNo is only watching as a noticeable constellation in the sky.

Volo didn’t know what the thing really, but he was the one to know it appeared in various texts of the past.

The Celestia people wrote very few stories surrounding it, and how the people were affected…just never the thing itself.

He tries to understand such a mythical creature, but even he feels threatened by the thing.

The streamer doesn’t get much info from the people of Hisui, only snippets of what was around it. So it’s up to the future to write what MissingNo is trying to convey to the audience.

And to add, the historical records make no sense either because it’s existence was never understood in the past either. It was old and ruined, and little connected.

Only until the stream, it’s presence skyrocketed to being one of the most documented Pokémon throughout time as an ever changing concept to fill the true nothingness.

Anyway, Call me 🎲 Anon. I’m not the same as the other MissingNo Anon seen on the other tag.

I’m also the same person who talked about how Ingo would understand the code through Sneasler.

Ah! I didn’t know there was someone else going by MissingNo anon, but that’s okay! I’ll refer to you as 🎲 anon from now on!

I really like these ideas 👀👀

Especially the idea of it being Nothing, or having been born from it.

It makes sense! It was never supposed to exist, a being made from scrapped code. It doesn’t even have a number!

These are all excellent ideas though! Especially it just wanting love and to have fun.

And also messing with Kamado. That is a huge bonus 😈

Though I feel so bad for Ingo 😭 it really wants to help, and ends up making thing’s overwhelming by accident 🥺🥺🥺

#zed.talks #ask #anon #🎲 anon #streamer au #pla #long post

42 notes · View notes

smallestapplin · 2 years

Note

Hey here's a random yet crazy idea I got from someone who did a similar post involving a Corviknight surprise adopting a trainer in Galar. Imagine the warden's noble Pokemon and their respective Ride Pokemon hust straight up adopting MC. And when the exile rumour reaches their ears they make life for Kamado hell while their wardens just watch from afar and gave the hardest time keeping their laughs down. The cherry on top is Irida and Adaman find out what was going on and rather than chew them out for such actions they ask to get in on it by adding in their Leafeon and Glaceon on the act since they along with their other Eeveelution counterparts.

I live for dunking on the old fart....

You and everyone else it seems! Very happy about this amazing turn of events! Also I agree with everyone in the pictures below.

Asks are open

While the wardens are upset at the banishment. Most always will be (cough cough Lain cough cough Sabi cough cough Ingo cough cough Palina cough cough a-)

What most didn’t expect was ever noble Pokémon to be upset too.

And their wardens can’t do anything about it.

Lady Sneasler growls and hisses at the commander while she pulls you closer to her. You’re her kit and she will be damned if she lets that thing closer to you!

“I apologize, Lady Sneasler has never been one to follow orders she doesn’t like.”

Lord Wyrdeer stomps his hooves and let’s out agitated huffs. A calf of his is to be protected and respected!

“I’m sorry about that commander, Lord Wyrdeer has never acted like this before, I don’t know how to help you.”

Lady Ursaluna isn’t allowed close to the commander after rushing in between you and him and snarling with full intent of attacking. She refuses to let him near her cub after what he did!

“Forgive Ursaluna commander, she has never behaved in such a way. Maybe you smell different?”

Lady Lilligant’s free and sweet personality shifts into one almost like she was frenzied again. Livid that someone would do such a thing to her little petilil!

“Really? My lady is always so happy and cheerful! What did you do to make her so mad?”

Lord Kleavor is just as upset as his young warden. The lord makes it known he the first he saw the commander approach that he was no longer welcomed in his forest! After what he did to his poor deformed scyther!

“Sorry, Lord Kleavor has his mind made up, you ain’t welcomed here anymore.”

Lord Braviary screams warning screeches anytime he drops you off near the village. His weird rufflet can’t even fly! How dare they banish you!

“Oh? That’s bad..isn’t it? Sorry Braviary doesn’t seem to like you very much.”

Lord Electrode in wake of the news let’s of what he’d call mini explosions of rage. But Melli and Ingo will tell you they had to evacuate with all the rocks tumbling down.

“I swear if I could calm him down I would! My hair was ruined in that explosion!”

Lord Arcanine, arguably one of the sweet of the nobles shown why he has the seat of his late father, Kamado stepped one foot on firespit island and was instantly attacked.

He got away before there could be damage but the noble refuses to obey to such disrespect of his littermate!

“Lord Arcanine has always been a good judge of character, sensing what we can’t…seems he has made a judge on you.”

Lord Basculegion is upset he can’t do more against the commander. Though the large fish keeps the commander away from prelude beach because of the lord with murderous intent.

“H-he has never acted like this, I promise! And it’s not like I can talk to him about this, I’m so sorry sir!”

Lord Avalugg, the largest of the nobles, like most he sees you as an odd bergmite. He is quiet fond of you, the news of what Kamado had done spread and when overhearing Gaeric speak on it the lord when crazy, the ice lands were inaccessible for a week because of the fit the lord threw.

“Hm? Nah it gave me a workout to climb over all the new giant things of ice Lord Avalugg dropped! You must’ve seriously upset him! Haha!”

It doesn’t help that even the clan leaders respected Pokémon turned their noses up at the commander.

The two eeveeultions actually teamed up to make his day hell whenever they arrived.

Glaceon froze the commander’s tea.

“Glaceon! What if that was the last bit of tea?” (“Do it again just make sure he isn’t around.”)

Leafeon grew and left a fruit behind some pillow cushion and no one found it until it had completed rotted and the entire couch had to be tossed out because they couldn’t clean it or get the smell out.

“My Leafeon would never do such a thing! She’s a very good girl!”

(“Yes you are, yes you are! Such a good cutie, wreck his shit-“)

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #shitting on kamado hours #pokemon x reader

327 notes · View notes

leggerefiore · 2 years

Text

Lower

cw: unhealthy relationships, God Emmet, major character death (they come back), blood, murder, just overall dark content, poly

words: 4981

Summary: The world around you is a false one. You work to fix this with an untrustworthy ally.

Pairings: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader

You knew everything was wrong.

You knew since the day Excadrill wasn't at your side.

She had become your closest form of comfort since you hid yourself away after the devastating vanishing of Ingo.

You had been so comfortable in this false reality up until that moment. The sways and twirls of its delusional powerful and peaceful, you never even once thought to question the world around you. A single realisation shattered the rose-tinted glass and left you with sharp, bitter pieces to pick up and try to recall all of what had been taken from you. In these intense moments of reeling thoughts and panic, Volo appeared.

He knew what was wrong with you, having seen a few other denizens have a moment of realisation, too. The newly crowned god, however, always fixed their new abnormality as soon as he noticed what had happened. Volo was not stupid; no, he was fully aware of what you meant to Emmet. You and that damn brother of his were the safest beings in this entire world. The blond was not above admitting that he had attempted to attack someone in his frustration towards this false utopia, but it had no ended well.

The scent of iron had been heavy in the air. Diamond Clan Leader Adaman lie there is grievous amount of pain, demanding to know why Volo had suddenly attacked him with the kitchen knife that was recently bought from a corner store. The blond held no answer. It was something heavily irritating about seeing a fellow person from Hisui twisted and turned from their previous self to some being that would fit in the industrial hell scape that Volo was forced to be a part of.

When Emmet said he would make everyone happy, that included Volo. Why had Volo's memories not been overwritten? Well, they had been, just as everyone else's. The merchant had been shifted and molded into a being that would fit into this illusion. A boring every day 'Sinnohan' that had moved to Nimbasa on a whim and worked as a retail employee while dreaming of becoming an archaeologist. It was during one of these long shifts he worked for seemingly no reason, that it came to him. A distant, calling voice.

His name was spoken over and over again. A familiar glow, a deity he had sought since his youth. A lineage of ancient people who worshipped him… Arceus. Volo recalled all in that moment. The soup he was returning to its spot had fallen to the ground and broke open, spilling its contents all over the floor. Volo was pissed. His plan had been taken by someone else. There was only one other being, entirely aware of what to do in order to claim Arceus's power as their own.

That terrifying twin.

Volo had hated working with him, but there was something about his smile that led to him feeling a sense of kinship with the man. All he wanted was Ingo and to go home with him. The blond could grant him that in exchange for helping him with his plans. It had been going so well, until Ingo decided that he was a hero. His attack on that girl… Akari, the Hero of Hisui, had been taken by the Warden instead. His body injured horribly and his moments fleeting.

The moment Ingo appeared was the moment their allyship ended.

Volo knew no bond could be stronger than the one shared between those two.

The piercing, silver eyes turned to him, the crimson of his brother's blood staining his white attire. The shrill cry of the ghost-type behind him. Volo had no idea what followed, his consciousness faded.

Now he stood facing a being that Emmet cared so dearly about. His breath was caught in his throat as he considered you. You were so, so, so confused. Eyes taking in the scene around you like it was some horrifying sight that was completely unimaginable. He knelt before you. Well, all hope for obtaining Arceus's power was not necessarily lost, it seemed. “My, you found yourself in quite a predicament. A false god lays claim to your heart, and you realise his world is fake. How cruel,” he sneered, catching your reddened eyes' attention.

You snap up to stare at the blond who towered over your crouching form. His grey eyes swirled with some unknown emotion, and had your state been any less fragile, you would have run from the man. Instead, you gazed at him in wonder. He understood? What did he mean? A false god laying claim to your heart… “Emmet, since you're so slow. This is all his doing. His determination to make you and his brother smile destroyed everything that once was. He rewrote reality to suit his own needs,” Volo further explained.

A sickening feeling befell your stomach as you vomited into a nearby garbage bin. Emmet… Did this? That was impossible. He had no such abilities; the younger twin was a normal man in every sense of the word, yet you found yourself recalling all your recent interactions with your supposed husband. His eyes always twinkled with something above your understanding, and it felt as if he was hiding something from you… Could he really have been the reason behind all this? It had to be impossible. “React as you will. Emmet will simply rewrite you when he finds out. Not if, only when. You're much too close to him to evade his sights,” Volo remarks as you give him a panicked look.

You did not remain there for much longer. The adrenaline in your veins had you dashing directly back to your apartment. The door was swung open. You slammed it behind you and locked it. Shoes were kicked off as you rushed to your shared bedroom. Burying yourself in the black duvet and white sheets of your bed, harsh, sharp breaths burned your throat. What did he mean? Why did he know so much? Whoever was he? You had never met him before, in both your false and real memories no one matching his description could ever be pinpointed.

Rewritten… What did that mean? Would Emmet manipulate your memories again? How much would he take? Your breaths became faster and more suffocating. He wouldn't, you argued with yourself, he loved you! Nothing he had done ever resulted in your pain or displeasure. If anything, all your needs and wants were easily fulfilled by him. Curling further into yourself, you debated everything. If this world was fake… Did anything matter? How did Emmet come by such power? Many questions swirled and brew within your skull, but answers simply evaded you.

Your eyes had come to stare at the alarm clock on your beside table, which showed the time in glowing red numbers. Four in the evening… The twins usually got off at eight. Four hours remained before Emmet would surely notice your new knowledge and sudden mood shift. You forced yourself to calm down. If you wanted the answers to these questions that pulsed through your brain so hauntingly, you needed to pretend that you were blissfully unaware as before. You could always been panicking over nothing, too.

You would observe him tonight.

Dinner was a complicated affair, nerves still so on edge. The spoon stirred the stew, vegetables swirled around the tomato broth as you took careful, steady breaths. A cake baked in the oven as you pondered how to handle everything. Would he know? Hopefully not. You could always half-lie about a strange encounter. The clock on the stove informed you that it was seven thirty now. Placing the lid back on your stew, you allowed it to resume its simmer and took your cake out of the oven. You decorated it lightly, not having the heart to do much more.

You had just finished setting the table as the door opened. Ingo entered first, but was closely followed by him. You stared at Emmet. His smile was the same as always, bright and playful. Ingo spotted what you were doing and immediately offered to help, despite the tired look in his eyes. You thanked him and pecked his cheek. “It's no problem, dear. Your kindness towards us is unbelievable,” he spoke with a slightly raspy voice, clearly overused from work. Emmet giggled as his brother left to the kitchen and brought you in for a tight hug. You immediately reciprocated it, desperate to reassure yourself that he was normal. This was your painfully average boyfriend.

Still, it was impossible to ignore the newly noticed tension in the air. It swirled with something otherworldly and held such grasping power. When you pulled away from the hug, you noticed just how his eyes glow. They were impossibly shining and burned your flesh with their stare. You realised how strange it must have appeared to simply stare into his eyes, so you leaned in to kiss him deeply for a few moments. Sexuality was always his weakness and would surely distract him from even that. Emmet cooed as you pulled away to see Ingo bringing out bowls of filled with the stew. You laughed at his timing.

The night had been spent with an inevitable throe of passion, each twin taking their time in their own style. You shuddered as Emmet curled himself around you, trying to desperately to focus on how Ingo buried his face into your chest instead. The nausea bubbled in your stomach. You were glad you demanded condoms tonight. Emmet's nose nuzzled your hair as he sighed. The power he exuded never left the pressure of the open air. His eyes never lost their inhuman glow. You swore you saw the outline of feathery wings spreading out from his back and some sort of golden halo with points floating above his head if you focused on him too long.

He truly had done this.

But why?

Why would Emmet do all this?

“Can't sleep?” the younger twin asked bluntly. His voice was no more than a whisper, yet it boomed in your stressed ears. “Mhm… Just thinking about the future…” a lie, technically, but something reasonable. Emmet pressed himself close to you, naked body warmer with the direct, skin to skin contact. A soft kiss was pressed to your temple, and you suddenly felt extremely sleepy. “Sleep, darling, you don't need to worry,” he cooed. You nodded, closing your eyes and drifting off. Another kiss sealed your conscious away.

His powers, you realised the following morning. Breakfast was cooked as you always did. Ingo chatted with you about whatever was on the news before shifting into some story about something that had happened at the station. Emmet happily dug into his pancakes quietly. You wondered how these moments could be fake, but you refused to allow yourself to grow comfortable in his illusions. This was morally wrong. It was unforgivable, controlling other people as he was.

Still, you had a role to play. Wiping the syrup from his face, you pressed a kiss to his sticky lips. He let out a giddy noise. Ingo cleared his throat, and you laughed. A kiss was given to him, too, causing him to murmur soft praises into the affection. They soon had to go, bidding you farewell, and you waved them off. As soon as the door clicked shut, you fell to your knees. It felt so real, yet you knew it was wrong. Your enjoyment and happiness wasn't real. You wanted to believe this was untrue. It couldn't have been Emmet.

But it was.

You pulled the odd plate that you had grown strangely overprotective of from its place as some decoration on your bookshelf in the living room. It was yellow and swirled with a similar power that emanated from Emmet. You placed it into your bag and wiped your tears away. Sniffling, you left the apartment in search of the blond. He would be a place to start.

You found him leaning on the tree that had led to you having a breakdown yesterday. His smile was knowing as you approached him, eyes wandering around conspiratorially. “He's always watching,” Volo warns, “You can't exactly keep secrets from an all-knowing god. Unless… you know areas where his weaknesses are most apparent.” He motioned for you to follow him, so you did. He took you out of the city and into the Lostlorn Forest nearby. Sitting down on the grassy earth below, he sighed. You quietly took a seat beside him.

“… Where are you from? I don't remember you at all,” you ask., curious to know more about your supposed companion.

“Hisui. I don't remember you either,” he sneered cruelly, before continuing, “Many people here are, too. If Emmet thought they'd make Ingo happy, they came along.”

“… Ingo disappeared to this Hisui…” you muttered to yourself in deep contemplation. His disappearance had shattered you. Despite your attempts to move past it, the feelings still lingered and haunted you. A grief counsellor had tried their best, but you found it easier to withdraw further and further into yourself. You missed him terribly. Emmet tried to fill the void, but you were both experiencing the same pain. You could not replace his twin brother, and he could not become him. How many nights had been spent entwined while sobbing into one another?

You shuddered to think about how you reacted when he disappeared, too. Vanishing, just as Ingo had, before the information came out that he had worked with Team Plasma. You felt ill. He had done in search of his brother, but such despicable were not worthy of any consideration. Elesa tried to pull you out, but your reclusive nature only worsened. Nights were spent clinging to their spare coats and Excadrill. You were alone. They had both gone from your life forever and left you to die.

“Did Emmet go to Hisui, too?” you ask, truly not wanting an answer.

“Yes. I found him after he first landed. Memories fully intact. He glared at me and told me he knew what I was planning, and that I would fail,” Volo explained, “It was startling to say the least. At first, I presumed Warden Ingo had gone mad, but he acted so differently yet appearing identically. When he announced what I planned to do, I was more willing to listen to him. He was strange, but all he claimed to want was his brother, the aforementioned Warden Ingo, and a way home. I was more than happy to provide.”

“… What were your plans?” you had a feeling that he was likely no better than Emmet, but, perhaps, you could manage to fool him.

“I envisioned making my own perfect world, by settling my curiosity for whoever the entity known as Arceus was and taking their power for my own,” Volo admits easily, seeing no point in deceiving you. Emmet would tell you either way when he found out, “I must say I find Emmet's ways disagreeable. Why would you become a god, yet refuse worship?”

“That's not the point,” you argue, “Taking this Arceus's power was wrong, no matter who did it. If anything, we should just return power back to them. Is there any way to defeat Emmet?”

“His power still yields to the same laws as Arceus's own. Help me collect the plates, and we can stop him. They're hidden with those he deems close,” the blond happily explained, “I can't approach them, but you can. If we retrieve the plates, power can be taken from Emmet.” You knew he planned to take if for his own, yet shrugged. Taking your bag, you opened it and pulled out the plate to show to Volo. His exposed eye went wide. Carefully, he took the item from you. “That would be one of eighteen. I take it that you are actually going to assist me?”

“I can't take the idea that we are all just being manipulated by Emmet's idea of happiness…” you admit. There was no way you could just let this all happen. You were not going to hide yourself away in your apartment like before. Taking a deep breath, you mentally prepare yourself to betray your husband. This was to help him, too. He must have been in the wrong mindset, you would correct him. You and Volo shook hands on it.

Plates were surprisingly easy to obtain, as everyone you moved to get them from trusted you. The blank plate was taken from Elesa's apartment after you had visited under the guise of having dinner. The sky plate was snatched from Skyla's home after you stopped in, pretending to want a visit. Everyone was so happy to see you out socialising again, that no one dared turn you away. Emmet was gleeful to learn you had been going out to hang out with friends again, often offering to join you as well. You managed to avoid that somehow. Every time you got one, you were quick to deliver to your meeting spot in the forest. You had got five plates, nearly half of them.

Ingo's was a risky one. It was in close proximity to Emmet, naturally. The spooky plate was hidden in their work office. You had searched up and down around your apartment, but it simply was unable to be located. 'Forgetting' to pack them lunch because you woke up late gave a perfect excuse to visit them at work and bring no suspicion from the younger twin. You knocked nervously on the office door, wondering whether one or both would be inside. Luck favoured you, however, and only Ingo was in. He motioned you inside and took the food from you gratefully.

It was strange to think that you had not been here since Ingo's disappearance. The last visit had it a terrible mess, Emmet trashing the place in frustration and distress. It was clean and organised now. You scanned around the office and spotted the plate displayed on his desk. You felt strangely about this one. There was a strange intimacy that came from it. When Ingo turned his back to place the food in his locker, you grabbed it and stashed it into your bag with a practised ease. He turned back around, none the wiser to your actions.

“Ingo… Do you ever feel weird?” another gamble, asking Ingo such things. It would assuredly make its way to Emmet, but you had to know. Did Emmet truly mess with Ingo's memories? Yours were so minor that you imagined Ingo's must be even less so. Volo had mentioned that he had been given an entirely new life essentially, but you basically only forgot the Ingo's disappeared at all. He had even left your feelings alone. “Ah—Well, like everything's wrong is a better way of phrasing it,” you correct when he cocks a brow.

“… I think everyone feels that way once in a while. When things feel in a low point, it's easier to answer your feelings that way, I believe,” he tries to give an insightful answer, “Are you feeling alright? I know you have been much more social as of late, and I am proud of that, but never force yourself. You are making wonderful progress, even if you need to slow down, my dear.” His gloved hands cup your face and have you stare deeply into his eyes. He didn't understand at all. His gentle, caring words still touched your heart nonetheless. You kissed him softly, forehead pressing to his. An embrace comes together, which remains until the door clicks open.

“Oh, my! Ingo! In our office?” Emmet fakes an astonished expression before smiling, “Hi, darling! Why are you here?”

“They were bringing us lunch that we all somehow forgot this morning,” Ingo explains, pulling away from you. You whine, having enjoyed the warmth of his body. It was natural to play along and move to hug Emmet tightly. His arms came around you, and he hums softly.

“How sweet! Thank you, honey! You're verrrrry kind!” he grins down at you, pressing a kiss to your lips. It was okay to lose yourself to the delusion occasionally, right? It helped seal your place as still firmly as he wants you. They took their lunch and spent the break happily chatting and smothering you in affections. These moments hid the inhuman features the plagued Emmet's form when you focused too hard on what he truly was. You decided to leave when the younger twin grew a bit handsy, knowing what was on his mind. The parting was a sweet one, where Ingo asked ever so politely for you to make a favourite dish of his for dinner. You agreed.

The plate was taken to Volo that very same afternoon, gone from Ingo's desk without notice.

Or so you thought.

Emmet stared at the missing 'picture' from Ingo's desk with horrible heartbreak freezing his blood flow.

Why?

Why were you taking them?

It hurt.

Closing his eyes, he focused on you.

…

Why?

The plate being handed off to blond was too painful.

The evening went by with ease, Ingo devouring the requested food eagerly. Emmet cuddled with you tightly, too. Kisses covered every inch of your skin by the time you finally made it to bed. Sleep was so easy to follow. Ingo warmly pressed to your right, and Emmet clinging to you from your left. A 'three-car-train', they called your relationship. You laughed.

The next morning was strange. Ingo had gone to work, but Emmet remained at the table. The blond colour of the coffee stayed stagnant as you entered the room. The halo above his head was ominous and foreboding. Everything within you screamed the phrase. 'He knows.' A sip of the coffee comes. You want to say the first word, ask him why he's still here, but the sentence is stuck in your throat. Glowing eyes stare across the table at you. What was he going to do to you? The otherworldly energy polluted the air. You were fully dressed, ready to go meet with the next person who had the plate. Perhaps, you would even dare a lunch with Volo to celebrate the half-way mark.

“Darling… If you go back, go to him…” Emmet's voice was both aloud and inside your head, it consumed every sense. The deity left no room for you to dare ignore him. “I'm not sure how I'll act. Stay; stay with me. I only want to make everyone happy, including you,” he continued. You stilled. It was a threat. He threatened you. A dry swallow did nothing to ease your worried mind. Emmet stood up and approached you. Arms pulled you tightly to his body, the illusionary wings enveloping you. His face buried itself into the nape of your neck as freezing tears stained your shirt and stung your skin. It was contrary to the warmth of his body.

You felt safe, yet you also knew that he was going to do something in retaliation. He knew you were meeting with Volo; he knew you were giving him the plates. The younger twin felt betrayed by someone so close to him. You slept beside him every night, knowing how you planned to strip him of his powers that he used to make everyone happy. Emmet would correct you. It would be scary for anyone to realise what he was, and Volo was manipulating you through that fear. It was too much for his heart to bear if you were acting this way on your own accord.

This Emmet was not your Emmet, no matter how much they mirrored one another. The Subway Boss from your memory would have been disgusted by such a misuse of power, especially when forcibly taken from another. He used to show obvious, plain hatred for what Ghetsis had done to Kyurem and Zekrom. Your Emmet would never work with Team Plasma to retrieve his brother, no matter how desperate. Your Emmet wouldn't force everyone to live in his idea of a perfect world.

Your Emmet had been gone since the very moment Ingo vanished.

Before you, was his shell, wanting anything to fill him.

(If you were to go, he simply drag you back.)

The Emmet that sobbed into you with quivering shoulders and a squeeze that took, that forced the breath from your lungs. You wanted to go home. There was a moment frozen in time with you and your boyfriends where you had been impossibly happy. A true happiness gained from the truth of the world around you. Your arms came around him as you began crying, too. The sickly reminder of Ingo's disappearance that spun this messy, suffocating web which bound you all within its silk.

“It's only us! I only wanted to make you and him happy! Crying with you, laughing with you, getting angry with you, singing with you, dancing with you, talking with you… Please, let's have that together, here!” he wept, pulling away to look you in the eyes. Somewhere, you wanted to agree and fall completely under the spell of this world. Be a member and forget all about what you had done with Volo, but your morals stood strong. Morally, it was abject. The creature before you may have donned Emmet's face, but he would oppose this, too. Maybe you could remind him. The Emmet you loved so dearly must remain somewhere within him.

“Emmet… I hate this. This isn't what I want, it won't make me happy,” you choked out the words, vision blurry from all the tears, “I hate you.” The words burned your throat as you spoke them. Did you mean them? You both did and did not. You tried to shove him away, gain some space to breathe, but Emmet did not dare lessen his tight grip around your body. You realise your word choice may have been too much. The embrace became suffocating, stealing away both air and mobility, dark energy buzzing around in the open air. A threat.

“Say that again… You didn't mean it, honey! We're just having an argument! If you say it again…” he babbled manically, desperate to convince himself and you that you had not said those words. You held your tongue for a moment, fearing what he would do. Emmet was not listening to reason. He was convinced his delusions were the correct choice for everyone. There was an urge to rescind your statement, stop talking and play along again. Whatever was going to follow from here would not allow you to ever see Volo again, you knew, however. He held half the plates, so even if you managed to get the other six, it would make no difference. Your building annoyance and resentment ate away at any consideration of the better choice.

“I hate you, Emmet. This world is torture. It's cruel. I hate you!” you hissed, tired of his childish attitude and his ignorance. You wanted your Emmet, not this pale imitation. The arms trapping you suddenly freed you. His eyes were wide as he ran a hand through his silver locks. The moved back and forth while his grin grew impossibly wide. You did not expect him to take a steak knife from the table and shove it into your heart. You tried to catch him, but it was far too late. The pain blossomed in your chest as the warmth of your spilling blood coated your shirt. Emmet stared at you as if he could not even process what he had just done.

He pulled away, taking the knife with him. More blood gushed from the open wound. Your hands moved in a pitiful attempt to stop the heavy bleeding. “Emmet! Em! Please help!” you begged while growing dizzy. He embraced you to his body once more. The white of his outfit was stained scarlet. He pressed your head to his shoulder, hand gently stroking your hair. Your thoughts grew fuzzier and fuzzier, sensations oddly distant and impossible to understand. The only solid thing you could comprehend was Emmet's warmth. Your fading life was spent in his embrace while he sobbed more and more. Everything was going away. Why had he done this? Did he not love you?

“Emmet… why? … Love me?” there was no way you could properly articulate, time running much too short.

“Yep! Love you!” he cooed, “Sleep, darling, you don't need to worry. I have you.” His request was granted as you closed your eyes and gave your final breath.

Emmet sighed, ready to reset everything.

What had happened was a terrible decision made under panic and stress, not something he would ever want to repeat. A firm hand was needed, but that was too firm. You were rejecting him. Rejecting his love and his world; you reject your happiness. You were siding with the being that had taken Ingo from you, and him doubly so. A being he so dearly wished that he could remove, but found himself unable to. Somewhere, Arceus still fought for power. It was too much, but he needed to intimidate you. You thought you were above punishment, above Emmet. The younger twin had final say on everything in his utopia, however. You were not above anyone. It was only his all encompassing love that kept you safe.

That was why your memories remained unaltered, he loved you too much. He wanted you to be the same person he always so adored, not a doll with your face plastered on it. Hopefully, when you woke up, you would realise that he was in control. If you would stay here with him, if he could just keep you from leaving, he would make sure this feeling no one else knows –everything he lives for is right.

The old god would eventually give in, resigning entirely to Emmet's will.

Then you, too, would submit.

#emmet x reader #ingo x reader #emmet/reader #ingo/reader #yandere x reader #yandere

38 notes · View notes

nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 1 year

Note

I finished some, so I'll for sure be posting them at some point, but now somehow they keep growing...

I mean, considering the fact that unlike the rest of the Ginko Guild, Volo never seems to actually do or sell anything... But yes, I like ox for Ginter, I think that's a good fit. Oh, ha, I just remembered that in OoP you had Ginter be like, "I probably should have given up trying to get Volo to be where he's supposed to be and do what he's supposed to be doing. :/" so I guess in this Ginter would have even more reason to think Volo's just hopelessly flighty lol.

... I have never once given the fact that Gaeric and Sabi have similar shades of hair any mind, so that blew my mind a little bit. They're even both in the Icelands, whereas the only other person I can think of with light blue hair is Cyllene, who definitely isn't related to either of them. Also, I think it would be hilarious if Gaeric was more subtle about his liason with a fellow warden than Palina and Iscan, to the point where he had a whole entire kid no one knew about. Despite them have a region all to themselves while Gaeric would have to hide it from pretty much the entire Pearl Clan. That does leave rather sad connotations about her mom though, since she'd almost certainly have to be dead for Sabi to take it up so young.

The other kids are just like, you're weird, but so is Ingo and he's alright and also a warden too, so I guess you're probably fine." And then she proves she's awesome at playing hide-and-seek, thus winning them over. That's assuming that the Diamond Clan actually knows or if Adaman and/or the other wardens keep it a secret. If they knew then for sure they'd likely kick up a fuss about the Pearl Clan getting their grubby little heathen hands near her, but that just means that he'd have even more reason to not say anything. Although, with this whole idea of him asking the Pearl Clan to help keep her safe, I do have to wonder if Ingo is part of the reason she has three high level pokemon as a child (and also, I know the clans apparently don't like pokeballs but where the hell is she keeping them if not in balls??? Surely she's not just leaving without them while she does her rounds, right?). That is very much not the norm, unlike in the future where it's at least plausible that a 10 year old could have three level 50 pokemon. Maybe sometimes when she gets bored she goes to the highlands to fight him, or he showed her how to battle/train her pokemon and she just has nothing better to do most of the time other than fighting wild pokemon.

Well, I thought it'd be Irida asking first because I was going on the assumption that Ingo was made warden first. But if she was made warden before he was, then yes, I could definitely see Adaman asking anyway. They're both serious about making the peace work and he's worried about his decision to make a small child not just a warden, but a warden in a frozen wasteland filled with high level pokemon that'd love to eat her. It'd be a risk, since for all he knew asking could offend Irida into fighting again, but you miss one hundred percent of the shots you never take and all that.

Well now I just am imagining an au where he's actually totally fine, but because he's naturally so thin and weird looking some of them go up to Irida after seeing him in the highlands, and are very concerned because is she sure he's eating enough and he must be so cold up there without any fat or insulating fur, does she know if he has enough blankets and tunics in case his rips or needs to double layer? He's alarming to look at and they can't remember if that's what he looked like before or if maybe he had more meat on his bones and lost it. No, but you're right, if nothing else they'd definitely be able to notice concerning behaviors and could from there ask if he was alright. You mentioned before that it's probably something of a faux pas to purposefully scare a prey animal to make them Run, so they must have at least a basic idea of "prey animals really, really don't do well with being this stressed out," and realize he was like that the entire time they were walking with him. Ingo wonders why all the Pearl Clan members he meets ask him if he's okay but figures they're just asking to be polite, although that might just be the part of him that remembers, "hi, how are you doing today?" to be a very common greeting, to which the socially acceptable answer is always, "I'm fine, thank you." Not that he's not fine, of course, because he is. Just like he always is.

:0 looking forward to it!!

qhqqhkjh yeah. ginter's like why do we even still have that guy on the payroll, all he does is wander off without telling anyone, dodge work to look at old shit, and give away merchandise for free. which is literally ALL he does in canon up until the red sky and even then i'm pretty sure the "selling you items by the temple" is a thinly veiled excuse to get front row seats to the action. and yet they keep him around so he must be doing SOMETHING hsgkjsh. i feel like volo can sweet talk someone into a sale really well if he actually puts his mind to it, he just... doesn't bother 99% of the time

YEAH now that i think more about it it's like... idk if i think it's a theory necessarily but it's a really interesting hc. iscan, melli and coin all have blue hair but it's not quite as vibrant in any of their cases as it is with gaeric and sabi. i feel like if it was actually like, true, the other wardens would probably know about it and maybe say something that implied it, but that can also be easily explained by like. it's a thing everyone knows and they all pretend they don't because it would cause Problems and sabi doesn't need that she's five. it IS funny to imagine that gaeric was able to keep a whole relationship with the other icelands warden secret enough that she had a whole child and nobody figured it out whereas irida talked to palina and iscan for like 2 conversations and immediately clocked that there was Something Going On ghskjshjks. i do think the fact that wardens tend to have deeper relationships with each other than their clans would strictly approve of is something of an open secret, but having a child with your counterpart would probably still be sort of crossing a line.

that's true the diamond clan probably doesn't actually have any idea. and ingo being why she has three monster partners... alternately, if gaeric is her dad, i could see him helping her get them as a way to protect herself. (that said i'm also not convinced her pokemon are uh. fully canon. because if they are that is an extremely weird pick just considering how tiny the magmar line's range is if nothing else. when did she have the time to go all the way to firespit to get one of those?? and i would expect her to have some psychic-types, or mons you can actually find in the mirelands or icelands, rather than... those three. like it's also possible that she borrowed them from someone/somewhere just to test you, maybe)

yeah, i could see it going in either order tbh. i mean, i think ingo was definitely made warden before sabi was, but i also don't know how long it would have taken irida to speak to adaman about him. it's possible she waited long enough that sabi was instated and adaman came to her first. if adaman was concerned about irida taking offense, though, i feel like he'd be more likely to go to one of the pearl wardens, as sort of a go-between who's less likely to anger her just by their presence. like gaeric... or ingo... gaeric's closer, obviously, and has been warden longer and thus has more authority to talk to irida with, but he probably would assume ingo is less likely to flat-out refuse him. (which, gaeric wouldn't either if he is her father, but adaman might not know that—or might think gaeric resents sabi since she's diamond)

skjhskjhs irida having to field concerned questions like "no he's fine i promise, yes he just looks like that, yes i know it looks concerning but no he was like that when he got here." yeah though, i don't know how well they'd be acquainted with hare behaviors specifically, but they probably get enough arctic/snowshoe hares that there's a good general sense of how they Should act. one that ingo increasingly does not fit, like, at all... unless you imagine that he is constantly on the verge of a break-and-bolt panic. he keeps denying it, though...

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #anthro legends arceus

5 notes · View notes

thestalkerbunny · 2 years

Text

TSB plays Legends Arceus Part 28

SABI!!!

Yeah, it was kinda tricky with these shoes and uh...these shorts. They didn’t have winter gear at the shops cause it’s spring time everywhere else. I’m not as warm and equipped as you are.

They really know how to write a little kid in this game. You are HAUNTING, me small child with your WORDS.

I mean, you’re not WRONG. The only person who knows is YOU.

Oh no, Sabi please no more RUNNING.

Sabi you frighten me. Please don’t make me RUN UP HILL AGAIN.

HI....S...SABI.....GOd.....This shit is STEEP. God, Is the air thin for you guys, cause this air is pretty fucking thin....

I mean that’s the first sort of rule of hiking in the mountains, always have a BUDDY. So when someone slips and cracks open their skulls, someone can go tell people where the body is.

Please Sabi, the air is thin and I can’t think GOOD.

DID YOU NOT SEE THE GALADE IN THERE THAT NEARLY FUCKING EVISCERATED ME. Sabi, I like games, but not when I’m nearly cut in TWO.

Please say Lotto ticket numbers.

I fucking hope so, I’m freezing and I’d love to hurry up and get this over with, Sabi dearest.

I doubt anything involving with a RAPTOR can be easy or.....SAFE.

Oh man, I GOTTA FIGHT THE CHILD? WELL. NO MERCY, SABI.

HELL YEAH.

wAHT???

JESUS CHRIST?? THAT LINE UP? HOLY FUCK!

Im.

GOD.

That thin air is getting to me or the fucking NIGHTMARE you just put me thru Sabi.

Please no more stairs Sabi......No more stairs....

Okay. Okay. Just gimme a sec....Air....Really thin.

Cause God hates us and wishes ill upon us all.

Yes. And absolutely.

I would feel more safe and secure if we had a HORSE tranquilzer, Adaman.

ADAMAN CONFIRMED SELF PROCLAIMED WANNA BE HIMBO.

Is it history or the sound of your brain cells scrapin’ the floor, HImbo Boy?

I’m really ushering it in with a baseball bat if we’re being honest Adaman. I’m just here making sure ya’ll don’t fucking DIE apparently.

Yeah, because we’re gonna DIE and horse god is gonna be there and shake his head at us and make ‘tsk tsk tsk’ sounds.

A LITTLE BIT OF COLUMN A AND A BIT OF COLUMN B.

Oh cool, so it’s not actually FLYING, we’ll be gliding on the updrafts. That’s actually very neat because that’s how real world Raptors fly, most of them don’t flap their wings a whole lot cause it takes a lot of energy to do so and isn’t really benificial to them and their energy intake-I’m sorry, jump from WHERE?

Adaman, are you not hearing this child; this is an over 100 ft DROP; you get PARALYZED if you fall bad down the stairs and that’s under 5ft sometimes.

SABI I AM NOT JUMPING OFF THERE, I WILL BE WALKING DOWN THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

#TSB talks #Pokemon #PLA #pokemon legends arceus #Adaman #Sabi #Stalky Plays #TSB Plays

17 notes · View notes

archersgaymerblog · 2 years

Text

Thoughts/experiences regarding PL:A cus I finished the story quests and am now just running around Tryin To Catch Em All

Spoilers below obvs!

- Just gonna go ahead and get this outta the way, cus this has been a trend in Nintendo’s open world games in general - it just felt kinda empty, is all. Felt similarly to BOTW, while I absolutely LOVE it, it seems they were so focused on making an Open World that they forgot to Put Stuff In The Open World HH. I’ll make fun of Skies Rimmed quite a lot, but I do think it did a decent job in providing more content in the world, more stuff to see and explore, even if a lot of the locations were copy-paste. In comparison, PL:A and BOTW both kinda suffered from “The World is Open, but at what cost? (everything ever in the world)” maybe if the game had included more settlements, more folks, just anything to make it feel more… lively, I suppose. Altho I do think having Pokémon in a lot of the world helped in that regard!

- Alright those onions outta the way, I DID very much enjoy PL:A LETS GET THAT STRAIGHT EJFBJD I think it was a MUCH needed breath of fresh air for the Pokémon series! I think an open world format just FITS a lot more solidly with Pokémon than a more restrictive, “have to do this in the exact order needed” kinda format, but I also feel like PL:A’s format in particular helped ease the transition a lil bit! You don’t get the whole world all at once, and even in the sections you can access, there are in fact places restricted based on what “HM” Pokémon you have available. I think it helps make the experience a lot less overwhelming, and it’s also nice, upon getting a certain functionality, to go “hey! I can go to that FUCKING ISLAND IN THE OBSIDIAN FIELDLANDS now! :D” It’s very fun!! I enjoy it a lot!

- Adding onto that last point tho, just a fun fact from my own play through: I um. Didn’t know there was gonna be a Rock Climb functionality HWVDHDVSJBS so when it came to getting all the wisps, pre-Sneasler, I did just. Do the Skiedrim thing where you take ur horse (Wyrdeer) and just jump very aggressively to climb that slope BWVDVJSVDJSV BUT HEY GUESS WHAT I DID COLLECT ALL THE WISPS THAT NEEDED ROCK CLIMB PRE-ROCK CLIMB THAT WAY!!!!!! I FOUND A WAY BFBDJ MAYBE I SHOULD PUBLISH IT AS AN OFFICIAL SPEEDRUN STRAT….

- Characters & plot. Oh man characters & plot are my favorite fucking thing in the Pokémon games and PL:A FUCKIN DELIVEREEEEDDDDDDD BDVDH I’ve posted about her but Cyllene my Beloved. Holy shit I love her so much WHVDJS AND I REALLY LOVE THE APPROACH THEY WERE GOIN FOR WITH PL:A….. it genuinely feels like. A more mature Pokémon game almost? Not in that it’s more “violent” or whatever who gives a shit, but rather the conversations being had felt more… nuanced, I suppose. There’s no Evil Team that Has To Be Stopped, if anything there’s One person who’s considerably more morally bankrupt, but before you realize he’s morally bankrupt he continuously assists you. Helps you. He gives you fucking shelter and accepts you during a time you were ostracized by everyone. God okay I have many feelings on Volo I admit BWVDVHDVSJSBSJ MY PATHETIC RAT BASTARD OF A MAN… whore (affectionate)

- VOLO RANTING ASIDE, the game overall just feels like it wants to tell more nuanced and more meaningful stories. Which. Makes me a lil sad cus I feel like it doesn’t elaborate on certain things as much as it could 😭😭 I felt like I knew a lot about Irida by the end, just as an example, but what’s Adaman’s whole d e a l. Does he just not have one??? No trauma, no doubts about his abilities as a leader, hell maybe he just thinks there’s no fuckin time for All Dat Bullshit BEVDJD No Time For Dat Goku…….. but yea just in general I feel like there were a lot of characters that were given more attention than others, and the characters that lacked attention really lacked attention. I mean. With the popularity of a certain subway boss I’m probably speaking to the choir huh WVDVDJSVH

- SPEAKING OF. WHY INGO DO YA THINK? LIKE OF ALL THE OTHER CHARACTERS WHO COULDVE GOT TAKEN BACK. WHY INGO WHDBDJBDDJ honestly my best guess is just that it’s going to tie into the Gen 5 remakes, whenever those are announced. Or like, do we know if PL:A is getting DLC??? Maybe there’s gonna be some DLC in the future that expands on it but who knows! Tho I will say the moment where Ingo helps lead you through the cave and he talks about what he feels is missing… owie ouchie that HURTED JEBDJDN… also very much thinking of a TAZ/Lup&Taako mirror… Ingo not remembering Emmett despite the fact that every time Ingo looks at his reflection he’s seeing his brother’s face… HHHHHHHHH OTL also balding Ingo FTW I BELIEVE IN BALDING INGO RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!

- Playing the exile arc as Six fucking killed me yall lemme tell ya HWVDJDBSJSB… makes the Volo betrayal even harder for him cus the exile arc made him feel like he could trust Volo above all else and it’s like SIKE!!!! YOU THOUGHT WHEVDJDB Am thinking more about Six/Val in Pokémon now tho…………. Hmmmmmmmmmm

- BUT ALSO UH. I DID ALL THE STORY QUESTS. HAVENT GOTTEN TO ARCEUS YET BUT UHHHH DO THEY EVER LET UR CHARACTER RETURN HOME??? LIKE THEY DIDNT JUST FORGET THEY FELL THRU THE RIFT RIGHT. I get how gameplay wise that wouldn’t be maybe the best thing But Also that’s how literally every Zelda game ending ever has functioned So BEBDJDBDJSB PLS JUST GIMME AN ENDING…. SOME CLOSURE FOR THE CHARACTER…….. I suppose I shall see what happens when I Get arceus bevdjdbdn 😭😭

MAYBE HAVE MORE THOUGHTS IN A BIT BUT HERES WHAT I GOT FOR NOW…

#my dumb textposts

0 notes