#Fuck Kamado all my homies hate Kamado

[nebsisdead]

DAY 3 OF REWRITING DEMON SLAYER

Zenitsu is gone. I couldn't find a way to make his character good or even worthwhile so he's gone.

I'm just gonna use Asuhina as a replacement.

I don't enjoy erasing the main cast but Zenitsu is insufferable. Give me a break here.

Tanjiro has a lot more personality. He's less of a cardboard cut out now. He gets angry at points and isn't just all smiles all the time.

One of the biggest changes is that Nezuk8 can now talk.

She still can't come out in daylight so she is in the box. But sometimes she will put on a sunhat with alot of blockage and get around that way.

I've pretty much overhauled the entire breathing system. There's alot of bullshit i have to fix.

And I somehow have to fix the abysmal timeline and how NOBODY MENTIONS WORLD WAR FUCKING ONE!?!?!

I got alot of work to do

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

You know, I kinda find it funny that Volo was the one to teach the player about the backstab method for catching/battling Pokemon. Like the dude's already unsettling, but, you know.

I imagine he was kinda supposed to be a surprise bad guy, but at the same time... Way to make it obvious, game. lmao.

Especially with Team Galactic being the good guys. For the most part. I still don't like Commander Kamado. >:(

I didn't trust Volo the second he did his finger-wagging thing. Like dude, you are TOO CLOSE to my personal space and you are TOO NICE to be genuine. Do not touch me.

Probably would've trusted him even less if I'd played any other Pokémon games/been in the fandom and recognized that he's just genderbent Cynthia XD

AND YEAH, FUCK COMMANDER KAMADO, ALL MY HOMIES HATE COMMANDER KAMADO

just got to the part in my second playthrough where he fucking TOSSES THE PROTAG ACROSS THE ROOM. Like SIR, that is a CHILD???? Somebody needs to punch this man istg

[pokemenlovingmen]

Okay!! I was able to counter act the links being funky in my app by opening your blog in my mobile browser!!!! so I was able to read your rules n stuff so now I can finally request (yusss!!! also, I saw the "ingo,,, again" under the PLA characters you write for and it made me think "ingo 2,,, electric boogaloo" heheheh. also yeah fuck kamado, all my homies hate kamado)

okay, could I please request a lil drabble (if you only do hc's thats fine of course! I just couldnt find it clearly if you only do hc's) of Adaman taking care of a reader who is on bed rest and healing? the exact stuff of how and what is up to you, for me its more so the comfort and caring side, not so much the angst side (so like, nothing thats like "omg reader was near death" pls?). gender of the reader I dont mind, just do what youre most comfortable with and yee!! thank youuuu

Hi you’ve been such a kind supporter I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you!! And yeah. Fuck Kamado. That exile would have been my villain origin story if the game gave me more agency, I swear to god.

And conversely, we love Adaman. They put him in pokemas and my quality of life has improved significantly <3

Oh and I’m sorry about the lack of clarity of what I do! I do only HCs, but at the level of detail I can’t stop myself from including, they’re kinda like a weird fusion between drabble and headcanons.

Healing Takes Time — Adaman x M!Reader

💎 — Hisui is a dangerous place and injuries ranging from minor to severe are all too common. So Adaman’s not exactly a stranger to presiding over loved ones on bed rest.

💎 — Doesn’t mean he’s good at it, though.

💎 — Mai reminds him that the slow passage of time is just as important as things that happen in the quick, efficient manner that he prefers as well. It’s not a slight from Mighty Dialga being displeased, it’s just the nature of time. But he can’t just stand around when it comes to your health! Yes, rest takes time, he’s aware, but all this waiting feels the same as doing nothing to him.

💎 — Mai basically has to keep him away from you constantly because he’s always fretting over you, which is definitely sweet of him even if it’s not exactly helpful, but it is funny to watch the cartoonish shenanigans of Mai trying to constantly shoo Adaman away from the medical tent.

💎 — Even if what you’re recovering from isn’t serious, you’d never be able to guess that from how he behaves.

💎 — He essentially becomes your primary nurse and seldom lets you out of his sight if he can help it (thanks to Mai being the reasonable one, he usually can’t).

💎 — Once things calm down though, after the first two or three days when your recovery progress is becoming quite apparent, he’s less frazzled and more willing to leave you be. He just can’t help that impatience winning out, though, sometimes.

💎 — He’ll be there to help you with maintaining yourself while you rest, sitting beside your futon while you recover, brushing your hair so you don’t have to, keeping a fresh cold compress on you at all times if the problem is that you’re sick and feverish, changing your bandages if it’s an injury, all that.

💎 — If you’re okay with it, he’ll also happily bring his Leafeon to see you for some good old fashioned grass-type aromatherapy. I know Leafeon can’t actually learn the move aromatherapy, but it’s clearly made of plants and must have some kind of floral/herbal smell.

💎 — And since we know he is a house husband in the making guy with an interest in cooking, you bet he’ll be bringing you all manner of home-cooked meals.

💎 — He’s so dutiful, oftentimes he doesn’t go back to his own tent for the night and will instead fall asleep on the cold floor next to your futon.

💎 — Adaman is very sure to keep you abreast of all goings-on in the clan, usually nothing much of interest, but he does uncharacteristically bring you all sorts of gossip. It’s not that he likes to gossip, but while you’re bedridden he can’t think of much to entertain you with so this is what he’s settled on. And also he probably would like to vent his multitude of frustrations with Melli specifically because you just know 3/5 instances of drama involve some kind of category 5 Melli moment.

💎 — Once you start to recover and leave your bedridden state, he’s still just as present as he was before.

💎 — If it was an injury he’s always making sure you’re not overexerting yourself, and if it’s something that happened to your legs, he’s volunteering to help you walk around so you don’t put too much pressure on the injury.

💎 — For illness he’ll always be on your case about taking whatever medicines/remedies you were instructed to, because your recovery has already taken ages (to him) already, and he’s not sure he can bear seeing you sick for much longer.

💎 — Regardless of the reason you’re bedridden, he’ll always give you a kiss on the forehead when he enters the tent and before he leaves—though if you’re sick, he musters the self control to wait. Ideally he can keep that up, but he might get a little impatient… oh well. He needs to remind you how much he loves you, and if he ends up getting what you have, he knows you’ll care for him just as dutifully as he did you.

[sleepy-hisui]

DESERVED. FUCK KAMADO. ALL MY HOMIES HATE KAMADO.

[A video is embedded.

Off-screen, there is a thud, and an "Ow... Fu—Frick..." in Hibiya's voice.

On screen, with terrifying speed, and as silent as the grave, his eyes a deep red, is Ren, sucker-punching Kamado in the stomach.

Kamado staggers back, and attempts to grab Ren, which he dodges, and takes the opportunity to tackle Kamado to the ground. "Do I pass your test now?!" He snarls, readying another punch. "Hurt them again and I'll make you suffer—."

Cyllene rushes onscreen, and grabs Ren's arm, just before he could land another blow. "Ren. You've already proven your worth. There is no need to continue this."

Ren hisses at her, not too much unlike a cat, as she drags him off of Kamado.

The video ends there.]

So. We might be in trouble.

[salsa-di-pomodoro]

HEY IS ANYONE INTERESTED IN A GOD TIER REUNION FIC I JUST READ?????? WARNING THERE IS A VERY ANGSTY PREMISE BUT ITS HANDLED IN A VERY FLUFFY WAY STARTING ALMOST AT THE BEGINNING

HERE IT IS!!!!!! SECOND CHAPTER COMES WHEN THE AUTHOR DECIDES. IF THE AUTHOR HAS A TUMBLR PLEASE HELP ME FIND THEM SO I CAN TAG THIS WONDERFUL PERSON

[the-scoreboard]

Ayo what the fuck. Kamado can go suck it I did nothing wrong why TF am I being yeeted outta the galaxy team. He’s a lil stuck up bish that’s what he is.

[dittolicous]

we need more Kamado bashing fics. like I get the dude was traumatized n shit but. fuck em. he was an asshat and his lil "apology" means jack considering only like 5 people saw it, while we basically get paraded out of town in disgrace. I'll forgive Kamado when he strips butt naked and begs my forgiveness in the middle of town. Fu Kamado all my homies hate Kamado.

[joyfulness03]

This Is The Cutest Fucking Thing I have EVER seen

Traitors in Our Midst - Ch 4

[SPOILERS FOR POKEMON: LEGENDS ARCEUS AHEAD. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS]

Summary: This was the last straw. That damned man had gone too far this time, and everyone knew it. Ingo was pissed. He wasn't going to let this go easily, for Akari's sake or his.

Word Count: ~2000

For the second time in the last hour, Ingo again had not a damn clue how they’d pulled that off. They had to be simply too lucky. Something was going on. Apparently, this time around, Akari felt the same. They looked at each other, absolutely bewildered, holding a Pokeball in each of their hands. It had only been after they’d managed to get each Pokemon on the brink of fainting and frozen one and paralyzed the other that they’d been able to finally seal them away. As soon as the Pokeballs had sealed up with a light click, the sky had faded back to a lovely bright blue, the odd multicolor bleeding out, away from Mt. Coronet.

By now, both of them were breathing hard. Akari’s hair was a mess, with pieces of stone in it. Her face was scraped a bit where some rubble had clipped her chin. Ingo was sure he didn’t look much better. Akari flung herself at him, hugging him tightly. This time, Ingo didn’t hesitate to respond. He held her in his grasp as they both sank to their knees, relieved. Akari’s eyes had misted over, and Ingo would be lying if he said his own hadn’t followed suit. They were both shaking, the fear finally leaving both of them as they basked in the warm sunshine.

You both are very strong humans. Your Pokemon speak highly of you. As promised, we shall bring you a reward. Akari and Ingo’s heads both shot up, still tracing tears down their faces. The voices this time had blended, melodically forming into one. They had sounded… content.

As suddenly as the battle had ended, a small hole opened in the air a few paces from them. And another. Through the holes passed one figure each. The first was a small boy with bright blonde hair and a striped shirt, a green bag strapped to his back. He peeked through the portal before stepping through. He glanced around at the temple around them before laying his eyes on Akari.

“Dawn? Dawn! Is that you! Where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Ingo barely had time to remove himself from Akari before the boy absolutely catapulted himself to her, smothering her. “Your mom has been so worried! Cynthia went to every region looking for you but we couldn’t find you anywhere! I didn’t have anyone strong to battle with anymore!” The boy lifted her off the ground, holding her upright in a bone-crushing hug.

Akari was crying now, holding onto the boy. “Barry! I couldn’t - how did you - was this Dialga?” She laughed wetly, clinging to him. Ingo readjusted his hat as he watched the two kids reunite. They must have been friends before Akari had been misplaced. He let a small smile cross his lips.

And suddenly he found himself on the ground, smashed by something that could only be described as a freight train. He heard voices above him but for a moment they jumbled together, but there was one he could pick out through the rest. It sounded familiar in a way he hadn’t previously anticipated.

“Ingo. It’s you. I found you.” Ingo took in a deep breath, winded from the fall. He turned his head and looked up.

He was staring at his own face. Everything mirrored him, from the oddly colored eyes to the silver sideburns, cut into a sharp angle at the cheekbones. The chin, the nose, it all matched his perfectly. Except the broad, beaming smile on the man’s face. He wore all white, but otherwise his attire matched Ingo’s, from the silver buttons on the coat right down to the brown stripes and the symbol on his cap. Ingo’s eyes widened.

A man in white, who looks just like me. I remember only a few phrases. “I like winning more than anything else. I like Doubles Battles. I like combinations of two Pokemon. I am -”

“Emmet.” The word tumbled from his mouth, unbidden. It felt right, like when the train went a specific speed so you could feel the gentle swaying but you knew you were getting to your destination. “You are Emmet.”

Emmet was perched on top of him, tears rolling down his taut cheeks. “Yes. I am Emmet. And I found Ingo.” He lunged at Ingo, pulling him into a tight hug. Ingo returned the hug. He felt waves of strong emotion washing over him as he hugged this man - no, his brother, he was his brother! - so many emotions he didn’t know how to properly process each one. Relief, pure ecstasy, guilt, anger, all of them sloshed into him at once, leaving him completely unable to speak. He closed his eyes as he breathed in the scent on Emmet’s coat. It was musty and metallic, which reminded him of… oh, what was that word again? He couldn’t remember. Noises had faded away by now except for the roaring of blood in his ears and Emmet’s heartbeat. He hadn’t even become aware of how tightly he had clung to Emmet until he realized he could no longer feel his fingers. He didn’t care. He needed to be close to him, what if he was sent away again? Was this a cruel joke? What if he only got to see Emmet for a few minutes before he was ripped away again with no memories? He had only just remembered Emmet-

What an awful brother you are, you forgot your own twin. You forgot him and he sat there for how long wondering where you were, waiting for you to come home and you couldn’t even remember his first name. Worthless, you are, you’re not even-

“-ngo? Say something, please. You’re too quiet, brother.” Emmet had pulled away from him, once again sitting up over Ingo’s stomach. He was still on the ground. Emmet had one hand clasped on Ingo’s shoulder, the other on his hand. He looked concerned, which contrasted immensely with the smile he had on his face. Ingo had no idea how he looked but judging by Emmet’s reaction, it was not good. He couldn’t breathe, what if he forgot again? There was still so much that he couldn’t remember, what if the one thing he did know got taken too? He couldn’t do this again, he couldn’t go through this alone again-

Emmet pulled Ingo up into a sitting position. Ingo shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, it was too much, there was too much happening. He felt himself drawn against Emmet, pressed tightly into his brother’s chest. He was saying something, but Ingo couldn’t understand what it was. Ingo realized he was muttering under his breath, making their voices sync up. Ingo was drowning in his head, trying to make sense of the sheer amount of feeling inside of him.

The waves slowly subsided, leaving him wrung out and dry. He sat cradled in his brother’s grasp, breathing heavily. His knuckles were white from pulling at his hair and Emmet’s shirt. He could hear Emmet’s heart through his shirt. “Breathe, brother. With me.” Emmet took a deep breath in, which Ingo copied. It took several more minutes of this before Ingo was no longer rattled beyond his reach. He reached up and hugged Emmet again, gently this time. “I’m here, Ingo. I’m here.”

Ingo became aware of another presence beside him. A small voice reached out to him. “Ingo? Are you okay now?” Ingo straightened, wiping his face against his frayed coat. He passed a hand over his face.

“Y-yes, I do believe I’m better now. Forgive me… for derailing so harshly there…” he shuddered as the last of the episode wore off his person. He sighed deeply, breathing in the crisp mountain air. “I had a… burst of memory and feeling that my engines were not prepared for. Accommodations have been dispersed. All systems back online.” He glanced around, pulling his cap lower on his head.

Akari was watching him, open worry evident on her face. She didn’t seem convinced, but she didn’t say anything. “Is this who you were talking about? The man in white with the smile?” She reached out and gingerly placed her hand on his leg. She glanced shyly at Emmet, looking between the two. Ingo nodded.

“I am Emmet! I am Ingo’s brother!” He grinned broadly. Akari’s friend was watching them from a distance, clearly unsure of what to do.

“I was so scared when you didn’t hear us��� I thought something had happened to you in the battle and I didn’t notice it.” Ingo patted the hand on his leg.

“I assure you, I am alright now. It was merely unexpected for my foggy mind to not only return some of my past, but also feel so many raw emotions in such a short time after such an exciting day.” Ingo patted Emmet on the shoulder, standing up and brushing off his coat. He tipped his hat. “Perhaps we should all return to Sneasler’s cave for some well-deserved rest. Our job here is done. We need not do more for now, and I am rather sore. I’m sure you are as well, Akari.”

Emmet and Akari stood as well, Emmet looping his arm in Ingo’s. For whatever reason, it felt right. He didn’t mind in the slightest. Akari grabbed his other hand. “What about Jubilife? And Kamado-?”

“I will give Kamado a stern talk about proper safety on the tracks sometime soon, but we are both exhausted and in no state to go confront him at this time. And your young friend looks rather confused, as well. Let us all retreat to the home station for now.” Akari nodded. Emmet and Akari’s friend had hardly spoken, but from what Ingo remembered, it was common for Emmet to be quiet. He was smiling broadly, so broadly and brilliantly. There was a sparkle in his twin’s eyes that reminded him of something from long ago, but Ingo still had not unlocked that particular memory.

The four of them began making their way down the mountain, walking slowly and methodically. Akari introduced her friend as Barry, her rival and best friend in her old region. She had apparently been champion of Sinnoh.

“I remember hearing that! I thought the Champion’s name was Dawn?” Emmet piped up. Akari looked down the tunnel as they exited, finding a suspicious lack of a guard there.

“That’s my original name. Dawn. When I came to Hisui, I called myself by my great-grandmother’s name because it sounded more… correct.” The group fell silent as they continued down Cloudcap Pass. They managed to get up the small cliff face so that they could circumvent the Electivire and Electabuzz that always took up residence on that path. Ingo and Akari led them to Lady Sneasler’s cave.

Not far from it, they met the Pokemon of the hour. Sneasler climbed up the cliff before them, practically barreling over Ingo for a second time. She hurriedly checked him over, chittering uneasily and making distressed sounds. “My Lady, I assure you I am quite alright. My cab requires some maintenance, yes, but all of us are alright. Is it alright with yourself if we take up residence again?” Sneasler knelt down and wrapped her thin arms around him, breathing harshly. Then she picked him up, surprising him. “Sneasler! What-” she nuzzled his chest with her face, purring, then setting him back down. He was confused. She beckoned to their group and led them all onwards, towards her specific cave. They could do nothing but follow, after such an invitation.

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[crypticallylies]

fuck commander kamado!!! all my homies hate commander kamado