#The lost boy: Arven

[rosecartridge]

Arven tag dump

[obsessivetherian]

tag dump.

[the-ninjago-girl]

Ya wanna know what I just realized? The overall theme of scarlet and violet isn't actually about our treasure hunt, or making friends along the way,

It's obsession.(and how it hurts those around us.)

In the base game of pokemon scarlet and violet, we learn that the professor,(sada or turo depending on which version you play.) was absolutely obsessed with the paradox pokemon within the scarlet/violet book. They were so obsessed with these pokemon that they wanted, NEEDED to make them a reality by bringing them into our own. Their obsession was so bad, that they not only lost their significant other, but neglected their son to the point of completely abandoning him, all for the purpose of "paradise". Not realizing they already had one with their son.

The obsession has been with the professor since their childhood. As seen in the secret cutscene at kitakami's crystal pool with terapagos in your party, it brings the professor from iirc 10 years before the events of the game start. When they ask to trade for the book ms. Brair wrote they offer their copy of the s/v book and tell you "this book captured my imagination as a child and never let go." They were obsessed. It costed them their life, completely ruined arvens childhood, and almost caused the destruction of the Paldea region because they were too obsessed with having pokemon of the past/future along side them.

Then we go to kitakami, and meet Kieran. A boy who is obsessed with the ogre, a.k.a ogerpon. Kieran believes the two as kindred spirits, outcasts in kitakami because they were different. Though rightly upset at you and his sister for not telling him about meeting ogerpon, takes it too far when he steals the mask from his grandfather. As a result of winning the battle to get the mask back from him his obsession shifts, not really about befriending ogerpon anymore, but about beating you/being as good as you are. He becomes mean and ruthless to those around him in blueberry academy, becoming champion in order to try to be strong enough to beat you.

In the underdepths of area zero his obsession with beating you causes him to seek out terapagos, and catch it so that he can finally beat you.

And finally ms. Briar, obsessed with terapagos and proving it was real. Her ancestor, the original author of the s/v book, heath, was claimed and told to be nothing more than a liar after writing what he had found in area zero. Briar was obsessed, determined to prove terapagos' existence to clear her ancestors name, and that everything in the s/v book was in fact real. In kitakami she was more concerned with figuring out the terastal phenomenon than helping to guide the students from the 2 schools on their field trip.

And once in blueberry, she asks you, carmine and Kieran to join her in area zero to find terapagos. Once in the underdepths she puts herself in danger because of a strangely terastalized glimmora, of which you battle to protect her and the siblings. In the final chamber of the underdepths, she eggs on Kieran to take terapagos(in crystal form) out of the tera crystals around it to finally see the pokemon she's been trying to get to for so long, and then tells him to terastalize the pokemon, putting everyone in danger. As the amount of Tera energy is too much for the little pokemon to control, and thus it goes out of control, destroying the environment around it, nearly causing a cave in.

Ms. Briars obsession with finding terapagos nearly caused the group to get killed because she was so obsessed with finding terapagos. Obsessed with proving that heath was telling the truth all this time.

Pokemon scarlet and violet showed that obsession can hurt and harm those around you. That an obsession like sada/turo, Kieran and ms Briars', will cause the pain of others and themselves in order to reach their goal.

[yoyobionicle]

You See, Tonight It Could Go Either Way [pt 1]

So begins the saga of Arven's Robot Stepdad.

Well, 'saga' is too strong a word. More like a loosely connected series of shenanigans.

(I've been obsessed with the AI ever since I watched my roommate beat Pokémon Violet and now here I am starting comics about him because I've lost control of my life)

If it's hard to tell what's going on, this comic starts with an alternate take on the ending of Pokémon Violet. Instead of sending himself through the time machine (because the AI worries that the machine can't handle sending something as complex and large as himself), the AI ends up giving the player the Alpha Miraidon so they can use it to destroy him.

He technically asked everyone but the player to leave. But Nemona opted to stay with the player.

Gratefully, Arven was successfully convinced to leave the room. I can't imagine seeing a replica of his father being killed the same way his real father was killed would be... good.

That boy got steamrolled by Violet's storyline bad enough already.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Thank you so much for the furfrou headcannons I absolutely loved it🥰

May I request headcannons for Arven,penny,Nemoma and Mr Hassel(my new dad) with a reader who actually lost their main partner who was a deathly protective mightyena but was…removed should we say…by their dad who was a fighting type gym leader but hated that his kid had a Pokémon like Mightyena,so he had a incredibly violent fight with his lucario and mighty was unfortunately lost in the end.Reader ran away and found a little rockruff puppy who was abandoned,he later became a dusk form lycanrock who is fiercely protective of reader.

I wonder how Hassel would react to a parent doing something so unforgivable to their child and seeing how close she is to her lycanrock and how terrified of fighting types she is.

How would Arven feel seeing someone who dropped everything to help him because she couldn’t stand seeing the cycle repeat in a way.

What about nemona? Would reader be terrified to let lycanrock battle against her pawmot?

If this is to dark I completely understand!

Oh ouch :(( This is fine to request dw!

......

Arven

He knows a thing or two about having shitty parents.

But absolutely nothing could've prepared him for the truth of why you never spoke to your dad and went through so much trouble to help his Mabosstiff recover:

Because you, too, had a dark type dog Pokémon partner..but tragically lost them after a vicious battle with your dad, a fighting type gym leader who was disappointed in you choosing Mightyena as your ace.

You two had an argument that turned violent as he sent his Lucario against Might, Mega Evolving him to teach you both a "lesson" that ended up wounding them badly.

He didn't think it was fatal, but sadly not even a Pokémon Center could heal their severe injuries.

So you comforted Might in their last moments, burying them that night and grieving, before running away from home--never speaking to your father again after that incident.

At some point, you found a friend in an abandoned Rockruff: a very young one left on a leash outside by their trainer.

You two formed a connection, and years later they remained by your side, having evolved into a Dusk Lycanroc that had the same protectiveness and loyalty as Might once did.

Arven already has tears in his eyes by the time you finish telling him everything, and when you bring out Lycanroc, he has nothing but respect for them.

Both of you wind up making sandwiches and take a break from tracking down the Titan Pokémon.

He's glad he opened up to you, and vice versa.

But boy, he'd love to give your dad hell for what he put you through.

Penny

During Operation: Starfall, you had a pretty bad panic attack when Eri brought out Lucario--an event that Penny unfortunately witnessed.

Your Dusk Lycanroc knew why you were so distressed and, despite the obvious type disadvantage, was fueled with enough rage to cleave through her team and take down the Starmobile.

After that, they helped you calm down and recuperate.

Later, after Penny reveals that she's the Team Star leader, she talks to you in private and admits to seeing that frightening moment.

But she's still unsure why you reacted that way.

Since she was open to you, though, you decided to open up to her about your past with Mightyena and how you lost them after fighting your dad's Lucario.

And you see the shock in her eyes before she shakily mutters "I'm so sorry", realizing she played a part in making you relive that trauma by battling Eri.

But you reassure her it's okay. She didn't know, and you don't hold it against either of them.

You've just been afraid of fighting types for so long, which is why you saved the Caph Squad base for last.

She's a gal of few words, but she's willing to lend you her Eeveelutions for emotional support should you ever need them.

There's a good chance she's always gonna feel somewhat guilty, especially when she catches Lycanroc sneaking glares at Eri and her team.

Nemona

Your battles with her start out normal, with your Dusk Lycanroc taking down most of her team with ease.

But when she sent out her Pawmo for the first time, you become frozen with fear--something that she notices right away and stops the fight.

She asks if you're okay, but you just quietly switch Lycanroc out for another Pokémon and swiftly end the battle before leaving.

It'll be a long while before you admit to Nemona why you looked so terrified that day, so she assumes you had a bad experience with a Pawmo before.

But when you feel comfortable enough to tell her, she feels guilty and promises to change up her team.

Ngl she's probably gonna tear up after learning how awful your dad was to your Mightyena.

She vows to battle the bastard himself and take away his gym badge for good.

But you tell her it's okay. Karma will come for him, and you just wanted to continue healing from your past wounds.

Eventually, you'll be fine battling her Pawmot, though knowing her passion you just...have this nagging fear that she might overdo it and seriously hurt your Lycanroc.

So you avoid using them if she sends that one out.

Hassel

Of all the teachers, he was closest to being the father figure you always wanted, but never got (considering your own was a dirtbag who didn't deserve his gym badge).

So you trusted him a lot, often chatting with him about homework, his elite four job, or how your treasure hunt was going.

But one day, Hassel notices how sad and distant you seemed in class today.

Considering you're always participating, it's unusual seeing you be so quiet.

So he asks you to stop by later, wondering what was weighing so heavily on your mind.

He may or may not have brought you to tears as you explain that today was the anniversary of your Mightyena's death.

After you go into detail of how your Dusk Lycanroc became your next companion, he starts sobbing his eyes out while hugging you.

Never in his life could he imagine a parent doing something so awful to their child's Pokémon.

It shatters him to know that you, too, were being forced to follow in someone else's footsteps, with your dad wanting to raise fighting-type trainers but you wishing to have a dark-type partner...and ultimately being punished for it.

Since then, Hassel has been 100% supportive of you, always saying that he'd proud of you and how well you raised your Lycanroc.

[roseboysstuff]

Just gonna make a little masterlist so my writing doesn't get lost

I use male reader for when I just use male pronouns. Ftm reader for when I mention the words vagina, pussy and clit with male pronouns. Cis M! reader is when I use words like cock and ass with male pronouns.

Leon Kennedy - Pussy drunk - Ftm Reader - Pushing his bf against a wall - Male Reader - Perv for his ftm roommate - Ftm Reader - Possessive yandere husband - Ftm Reader - Husband on their wedding night - Ftm Reader - Jealous FWB - Ftm Reader - Las Plagas infected yandere - Ftm Reader - Him and Luis Serra tagteaming you - Ftm Reader - Yandere bodyguard - Ftm Reader - Fucking his little brother in the shower - Ftm Reader - Taking care of his virgin bf - Ftm Reader - Coming home to his bf humping a stuffed animal - Ftm Reader - Step dad Leon babytrapping his step son Part 1 - Ftm Reader -Part 2 - Ftm Reader - Fucking his virgin bf with a vibrating dildo - Ftm Reader - Making sure his lil bro gets pregnant - Ftm Reader - Las Plagas Leon stuffing reader with his eggs - Ftm Reader - Bunny hybrid reader humping a pillow - Ftm Reader - Step dad leon and his insecure stepson - Ftm Reader - Wolf hybrid Leon and bunny hybrid reader - Ftm Reader - Fingering his friend's son in public - Ftm Reader - Incel loser Leon fucking his step bro - Ftm Reader - His stepson has an oral fixation - Ftm Reader - Dad Leon dressing up as Santa - Ftm Reader - CW : Gore ] Leon fucking reader's eye socket - Male reader - Loser Leon worshipping reader's tdick - Ftm Reader - Alpha Big brother Leon claiming his omega brother - Ftm Reader - Fucking his taken friend - Ftm Reader - Dad! Leon fucking his son on a halloween party - Ftm Reader - Pent up married couple - Ftm Reader - More stepdad! Leon - Ftm Reader - Chubby chaser Leon - Ftm Reader

Takashi Shirogane (Voltron) - Babying his short bf - Male Reader - Gentle daddy dom - Male Reader - Looking after his alcoholic bf - Male Reader - Coming home to his chubby trans bf - Ftm Reader - Impregnating his son - Ftm Reader - (HCs) Apologising after making you flinch - Ftm Reader - Fucking his little boyfriend into overstimulation - Ftm Reader - Spoiling his stepson - Ftm Reader - Coming home after being kidnapped - Ftm Reader - Being down bad for his crush - Male reader

Anakin Skywalker - Fucking his ftm husband - Ftm Reader - Dark anakin fucking his husband - Ftm Reader - Using the force to finger his bf in public - Ftm Reader - Dark anakin being jealous and possessive - Ftm Reader

Fire Lord Zuko - Using his bf as stress relief - Ftm Reader - Sex pollen - Ftm Reader - Reuniting with his stepbrother - Cis m! Reader - HCs of Zuko's kinks - Male! Reader - Pampering his malewife - Male Reader - Getting his husband pregnant again - Ftm Reader - Baby trapping his servant - Ftm Reader

Keith Kogane (Voltron) - His little brother riding his cock in his sleep - Ftm Reader

Guzma (Pokemon) - Domming his childhood friend - Ftm Reader - Guzma nonconning his sleeping lil bro - Ftm Reader

Arven (Pokemon) - Fucking his little brother - Ftm Reader

William Afton (Fnaf movie) - Dad william taking his son's virginity - Ftm Reader - Dad William teaching his son how to ride him - Ftm Reader

Prince Lotor (Voltron) - Yandere Lotor babytrapping - Ftm Reader - Part 2 - Ftm Reader - Part 3 - Ftm Reader - Keeping his son on a leash - Ftm Reader

OCs Yandere popular brother - Introduction (Not Smutty) - Male reader - He gets jealous of you talking to another boy - Ftm Reader

[arvensimp]

*as if I’m ordering food at a drive thru* Can we get a fuckin uhhhhhhhhhh

Nsfw where Arven gets jealous of someone talking to y/n (fem or nb preferred!), so he does that whole passionate, steamy, borderline-rough “you’re mine” sex trope? 👉🏼👈🏼

You're lucky the jealous arven machine ain't broke lmaooo.

I was going to make this a pt 2 to green eyed tera type then I saw the nb/fem preferred. And... I was a little torn. I definitely am going to do a pt 2 to that drabble (someone else did already put that request in in my inbox as well!) I hope you don't mind if I give us a different person for Arven to get jealous about haha. I hope you don't mind if I do lean fem with this, too.

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Different Kinda Jelly

Arven x fem!reader

Nsfw, vaginal sex, very slight dubcon themes (someone attempting a kiss and it becomes a cheek kiss), also some breeding kink? Sorry that's kinda where it ended up I hope you don't mind!!

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So...you might be in a teensy bit of danger. Just a little bit. In a fun way!

But still danger.

It started with a request from La Primera to attend a tournament in Galar on her behalf. Basically you were supposed to represent rising talent and battling culture in Paldea, yadda yadda yadda. Super cool. Love it. Free trip to Galar!

You had a great time, honestly. You met some really great people and had a ton of fun battling and learning about new and different pokemon, even if there was often a language barrier.

The issue was because of a certain former top champion you met.

See, Leon was a charmer from the moment he greeted you in the lobby of the tournament's hotel with a gleaming smile and a delicious accent in broken Paldean. He'd told you how impressed he was with the videos he'd seen of your battles and how he looked forward to thoroughly thrashing you in front of everyone. He also offered to give you a tour of the area, as was apparently one of his duties as a native to the region.

Your agreement couldn't come fast enough, but the steadying hand on the small of your back as he spoke to you didn't hurt either.

The trouble got worse when you learned that apparently Leon was "pants with directions" and got the two of you lost several times the following day, leading to several public snafus with folks taking pictures of their beloved former champion and some mysterious foreigner at some of Galar's "hottest date destinations!"

The headlines were apparently terribly scandalous, but they were in a language you didn't particularly feel like translating.

However, Penny's a native Galarian and had no problem sharing with Nemona and Arven.

You spent 2 hours the following evening explaining the whole thing to Arven over the phone and how the whole thing was very clearly a misunderstanding, particularly on Leon's part. Nothing happened, and you were fully intending to beat the snot out of Leon in the competition the next day to make it up to Arven.

Then the next day came, and you met Leon on the pitch. You hadn't been able to see him before because of competition regulations or something, but when you met in the middle to shake hands, this man did a full bow and kissed your hand in front of the stadium and all the cameras.

Your face heated up, and you pulled your hand away as gracefully as you could while maintaining decorum for the public.

"Looking forward to our battle, love!" Boy, he got familiar with the pet names awfully fast.

"Looking forward to taking your charizard out of the sky!" You replied with a cheeky grin that hopefully came off as appropriately cocky for the crowds without causing scandal for your region.

In the end, your terastalized tinkaton was able to knock his lizard to the ground and pummel it, resulting in your victory.

You thought Leon might lose it for a moment, but it seemed like he'd only gotten better at dealing with defeat over time. When you met again in the center of the pitch, and you extended your hand, he took it...only to fully dip you for the crowds, causing them to gasp in surprise.

You yelped, and as he went in for a kiss for the cameras, you turned your face just in time, so that he planted one firmly on your cheek instead.

When he let you back to your feet, you both smiled and waved to the crowds before departing.

Backstage your phone had already blown up with texts from all of your friends, and you were already lamenting the roaming fees.

You called Arven first and he picked up before the first ring even finished.

"Are you kidding me?! Who does this guy think he is?"

"I'm about to go let him down. Officially, I guess? I didn't think this needed to happen. Something must have seriously been miscommunicated. I'm sorry you had to see that. Please please please believe me. I don't know what's going on in his head."

"Do you even understand how much this hurts me?"

"I don't. I couldn't, but I can imagine it, and I'm really sorry. I hope you saw how I was trying to avoid it all."

"...I guess..."

You heard a knock at the door to your locker room.

"Listen, Arven. I love you, and I'll be home soon, but I've got to go now. I'll call you back as soon as I can, okay?"

"'Kay. I love you, too."

You hung up and found Leon at the door waiting for you, leaning against the frame with arms crossed and a smile on his face.

"You really gave me a lashing out there, love. Good show!" He said as he made his way into the space.

"Uh....yeah..." You replied as you started to fiddle with the bottom of your jersey.

"So..." He spread out on the sofa like a purrloin.

"Leon...." You started. "What happened?" You asked in Galarian. "Outside?"

"On the pitch?" He gestured. "Just some fun! For the cameras! They love a love story, yeah? Those headlines were top news! It's great for the tournament, too. You're a bit shy though, yea? I'm sorry, love. I should've asked. Sorry." He at least had the decency to look properly sorry.

You frowned. "I...have a boyfriend. In Paldea."

Leon looked like he'd been smacked. "What?! Why didn't you say?"

You tilted your head to the side, trying to formulate a response, then typed one into a translation app on your phone which basically amounted to. "I didn't think it needed to be explained! You never asked?"

Leon at least had the decency to look sorry. He also pulled out a translation device when he realized his thoughts might be too complex for his simple Paldean. He apologized for not realizing that his actions could have been misconstrued the other day and then jumping the gun so publicly today. He genuinely seemed apologetic, so you accepted, on the condition that he also confirmed with Arven that you didn't do anything wrong.

So there in the locker room, you filmed former champion Leon apologizing to your boyfriend for attempting to kiss you on international television.

However, it seemed that all was not entirely forgiven. Galar's headlines forgot about you the moment you lost the tournament to some Kantonian named Red, but Arven?

Arven's a different story.

You're currently sitting on your bed, waiting for Arven to get back to your place, antsy with nerves. You know he's not actually mad because you know he knows you didn't do anything wrong.

But still. You feel bad to have been involved in him feeling bad. You love him.

That doesn't change the fact that you jump a bit when you hear the door open and Arven call your name.

"I-I'm upstairs!" You reply, your voice quivering.

He wastes no time making his way to the bedroom. You stand to give him a kiss, but he skillfully dodges you.

"Welcome back," He says with an even tone, but his eyes are dark.

"I really missed you..." You offer weakly.

"Oh, I know you did." He says, as he starts circling you, not unlike a veluza, almost predatory. "It seems you had a hard time being alone without me, didn't you?"

"Arven, you know I--"

Arven pulls you in close to him, gripping you by the waist and the back of the neck. "Would it have been better if I was there with you? Made sure to keep all those other guys away from my dearest treasure?"

"I-I..."

"I know you're a capable person and all... But you're just so...sweet..." His thumb at your neck rubs circles into the skin there. "Trusting... Maybe I should've tagged along. Kept them all away from you. Showed them who you belonged to, yeah?"

"O-Oh..." You feel your knees buckle a bit, but Arven's grip keeps you upright and secure. He can tell the effect this is having on you though because he smirks and leans in close to whisper hotly in your ear.

"Strip and get on the bed for me, will you?"

You do as you're told, with Arven watching you carefully. Only once you're dutifully in place does he also strip and move to straddle you.

"See here's the thing." Arven tells you as he leans in close, kissing along your neck and jawline. "I know you're a good girl."

The praise makes you whimper without even thinking.

"See?" He laughs softly, darkly. "Like that. I imagine all those other folks out there can tell that about you, too. They want to swoop in and steal you away from me..."

"N-No, Arven..." You whimper pathetically in protest.

"You wanna be with me, don't you, my sweetest?" He asks between hot, biting kisses along your collarbone while one of his hands snakes up to squeeze at your breasts.

"O-of course! Only you!" You reply, hooking a leg over his hips to draw him in closer to you.

Arven moves up to take your mouth in a searing kiss as he grinds his hardness against you. When he eventually moves away to pepper more bites along your neck, he mumbles into your skin. "Maybe I could mark you up...leave you with little marks all along this pretty neck... Show the world that you're mine. Would you like that?"

Your reply comes only as a pathetic whine and nod while your fingers thread through his soft hair.

"I'll take that as a yes then..." Arven replies with a soft chuckle.

As he starts working on dotting your clavicle with hickies, one of his hands goes to unhook your leg from his hips, letting your knees splay open. His fingers deftly move to the growing wetness between your thighs.

"Hmm... Already soaked like this?" He tuts in faux mocking. "Such a needy thing... Guess I have no choice but to take care of you."

You wantonly grind against his fingers as his thumb works glorious circles around your clit, bringing you to a stunning completion in a matter of about a minute that has your thighs quaking while you chant his name like a mantra.

"That's right, sweet thing... You know who you belong to, don't you..." He murmurs, gathering wetness from your folds to lube up his cock. "You're mine." He says as he thrusts into you in one fluid motion that has you choking on an inhalation. It's a little rough, but nothing he knows you're not already comfortable with. It's the same with the pace he sets as he fucks into you.

You do your best to match his thrusts from below, but when he catches on to your movement he pauses. "Ah, ah, ah... Not this time." He says before hefting your knees over his shoulders. The new angle makes for a rougher fuck that hits the most delicious places inside of you.

"I wanna fuck you so hard you never even think of another man. You hear me?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Yeah?" His hips stutter a bit. "You like that?" You nod because you know if you open your mouth the only thing to come out would be stupid moans.

"Good. I'm gonna keep fucking you like this. Make sure all the world knows you're mine. F-fuck... Maybe if I knock you up, everyone else'll get the h-hint!"

That was new. Not something expected or discussed prior, but it did something to you, and Arven clearly noticed.

"Holy f-fuck, that got a rise out of you, didn't it? You got so much, nngh, tighter...Sh-shit.... I'm close. Just...." It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums hard and deep inside you. A moment later, he's let your legs go, and then he's collapsed onto the bed beside you.

"Uh... Sorry for the roughness." He pants. "And, uh, the other thing."

Still entirely blissed out, you look back at him. "Hm? It's okay... I dunno... Maybe I should go to other regions more often..."

[agentc0rn]

Teal Mask: Kieran’s desire for strength - not just becoming strong as a trainer but also as a resilient individual in general. *LONG THREAD WARNING*

Just wanted to contribute further to the teal mask content and all that juicy stuff. As we all know, we all have unfortunately witnessed a poor boy’s down-spiral character arc. It is evident that Kieran wants to attain strength to become a stronger trainer and person as a whole. He outright states that he wants to become independent, capable, and reliable at some point. His motivation and source of support - ogerpon -  more so the legend version of ogerpon than the “real” ogerpon, was once a common innocent fixation that many of us probably had/have in our lives, that was then tragically turned to an unhealthy obsession. It became a poor coping mechanism and desperate means of proving himself that pushed him towards reckless methods and mannerisms.  

Parallels with Loyal Three

I mentioned in the comment section of one post that his desire for power parallels with Okidogi. Additionally, he shares similar sentiments with Fez and Munki. He wants to be “cool” like the ogre (achieve a cool status that of a hero, admired for their strength) and seeks knowledge on the ways to succeed like us - he wants to know how to become stronger -  “why can’t I be like you?”. This is shown through his tactics, team member swaps and appearance change at the end. 

Foils with other characters

I find it sad how as Ogerpon learns to open up, heal and receives support, Kieran does not have a proper, stable one since the start - his sister has supported him in some ways of course, but her attitude/actions likely has also contributed to his sense of inferiority. Thus, the combination of misunderstanding, cultural norms, strained familial relationships, miscommunication, and self inflicted misjudgments have pushed him further down the hole. It’s almost as if he is the foil of Nemona (yet also alike) in terms of how strength as a social arbiter determines one’s worth and outlook. Nemona became so strong but at a social cost; no one wants to compete or keep up with her and misreads her passion (likewise with Kieran and his interest in history). She just wants someone to battle with with all of their efforts and enjoy the battle the same way she does, which she does not mind losing. On the other hand, if you’re weak then you would likely get made fun of or ignored, which we see Kieran has internalized that idea through his accusations of us and Carmine laughing behind his back (perhaps this is a common concept that runs in blueberry academy? Competition and becoming the best are of utmost importance). Moreover, he is, in a way, a foil of Arven in ascribing to a legend and superstition - except Arven learns to embrace support after being alone for so long, heals and accepts korai/Mirai, while Kiki feels further isolated, loses grasp of who Ogerpon really is by going against her boundaries and runs away from opportunities of support. As for Penny, it is clear that they share a reclusive nature and willingness to not conform to, but to confront social standards. Penny takes self accountability for her actions, whereas for Kieran, while he does apologize at times and keeps his word - soon gets lost in a convoluted, distorted sense of right and wrong (him stealing the teal mask, and him not wanting to join the mask retrieval mission may seem selfish at first, but it could be that he didn’t want to be a burden as well as be seen sulking). He unfortunately (would) becomes the antagonist or better yet, the oni in our path.

Peach Symbolism

On another hand, kieran may be the peach boy in a sense but reverse. His actions and desire fulfilled the required conditions for the resurrection of the loyal three (desire for “revenge”) and thus indirectly leads them to endanger Ogerpon.  In one of my previous posts, I wrote a poem about how Kieran's dreams were sweet like peach, but then got crushed. And like certain fruits, it has seeds that contains some poison but not at a dangerous level (unless consumed at high amount ofc), which ties to the toxic chain and dokutaro that has been theorized to be external influences partially responsible for his behaviour.

Hero + heroic values

Finally, that one part when he says you’re like the hero of the story (that line goes hard and breaks the fourth wall, it’s been mentioned a lot in visual works on pixiv and social discourses), is a dealbreaker of his wish to keep his new friendship. Despite the portrayal of him hating the player (through memes which I do laugh at, and artworks/ discussions which I agree while sad about it) I think he is mad at us for sure, but not spiteful. Or maybe slightly. I think above all, he is mad at himself;  he constantly faces inner turmoil  to overcoming his helplessness, insecurity, and the process of revising his dreams and outgrowing his old ones. He had to forfeit his one childhood dream and now recognizes that he has to change in some way (albeit a bit extreme). In an ironic way, he would likely become his idealized version of strength, like "his" ogerpon - a strong “oni”- aka champion of bb academy. But again, while physical strength is a quality emphasized many times, Kieran wants to grow mentally strong to endure losses and humiliations both as a trainer and individual (ex. he is told down by his sister as seen in the beginning). He wants to be appreciated and not looked down as someone who is meek, weak and cowardly, which he tries so hard to build himself up on the virtues of a hero. He values honesty and a fair fight and tries to fulfill them to "earn" respect from people + ogerpon as a trainer. And maybe, that is when he feels that he is equal on par with you, and that he can be considered good enough to be our friend.

I really feel a lot for Kieran, because I do see myself in him (not in an obsessive way though) - hated losing, shy, hyerpfixations… I see his good traits and flaws - he is curious, sensitive, empathetic, has a critical mind of mainstream narratives but is also insecure and stubborn. I see too much simplistic takes on them (Kieran is narcissistic victim, Carmen is abusive,etc), like I get some aspects of the ideas, but saying that in a deterministic way does not define the character at all…

[ask-zerotrio]

Zero Lab Log Entry: Last Log Entry Recorded

[We left once... If... what if...?]

[Only if they forgive us, Sada.]

[I know, but...]

[...]

Clavell holds Arven gently, waiting patiently for his sobs to subside into sniffles. His still healing torso aches from the position, but he hugs Arven anyway. His boy.

What on earth happened?

Clavell had wished for another life... spent with his loved ones, and gotten it... in the form of a vision, so real and tangible it hurt to remember.

Sada... Turo... had they left the crater with him. Had they raised Arven with him. Had they grown old together.

Instead, Arven grew up with just him as a parent, and Sada and Turo died in the crater, replaced by robotic copies of themselves.

Exhaustion weighs heavily upon Clavell.

What a mess.

What had he done to deserve any of this?

Besides be involved with the two most disastrous and wonderful people to walk Paldea?

Melancholy threatens to drown him then, but Clavell notices the plethora of gifts and get well soon cards by his bedside.

He might have lost Sada and Turo... but Clavell found new treasures to cherish in the end: his precious students and people around him.

People he came to know after leaving Area Zero.

"Arven… how did I get out of the crater?"

"Mom and d- They dragged you out of there. After, hurting you." Arven almost growls.

What.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Arven peeled himself off Clavell with a snarl, turning to address the door. It seemed as though he already knew who it was.

"Arven-" The new voice starts.

"Didn't I already tell you tin cans NOT to disturb-" "Turo...?" Clavell shifts in attempts to look, only to be rewarded with a sharp pain in his ribs that leaves him gasping for air.

"Clavell!" Three voices yell in alarm, rushing to his bedside to fret over him. Once they figure he's alright, Arven returns to his defensiveness, and the two adults, remorseful.

Somehow, Clavell knew it was neither the Protocol or the AI versions of his once best friends and partners by his side.

It feels strange, for this to be their reunion, the first time in years.

Clavell blinks, confused, baffled, but also oddly relieved.

His laugh is a shaky one, something in between a chuckle and a sob, and comes out as more of a wet and strangled wheeze.

They were a strange family with much left to mend and years of hurts left to sort. Still, Clavell felt dangerous hope bloom and grow...

...because lost treasure, like family, could be found again.

[END]

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A/N: Woooooo. That wraps up this Ask blog's plotline + the blog itself. I had been musing this plot's wrap up for a long while, and to date I think drawn about 100? asks. It was a lot, a blend of comics, animatics, fics, weird ARG junk, which I hope was a fun/interesting means of delivering this story and enjoyable experience!

Admittedly, I did lose steam at the end, out of a mix of burnout + general disinterest in this plot. Regardless, I'm glad I pushed through to wrap it up at least. There are also many parts of the ask blog I'm quite proud of :) If you've got questions or comments remaining about this story, please feel free to send things in!

As for the future of this blog, I'm likely to leave it as is, and return to using my regular art blog @wyrdle + exploring new original/zerotrio-inspired works.

Till then take care and thank you for sticking around for so long!

[verysmolspams]

Pokémon Imagine: What if both you and Arven were traumatized, and in a relationship?

TW: mentions of trauma

As someone who is still processing trauma of my own, I think about this sometimes because poor Arven has had so much trauma in his life. What would handling trauma look like for the two of you?

Gn headcanons because I need to branch out more:

Depending on what that Trauma entails, you both handle it differently at first

Between the two of you you were lucky enough to have a therapist/supportive figure to walk you through some of it

Arven was not as lucky, so between the two of you, you are more likely to have coping strategies

You begin to pick up after Area Zero that he shuts himself away from the world when faced with relapses in trauma

You worry naturally, as one does, and visit him in the lighthouse

You find him a mess, and he’s to embarrassed to speak full sentences

He’s also crushed from the recent events, the poor boy

But that doesn’t matter to you, you love him so much

You help him clean up, wiping tears gently and very gently coaxing him towards self care tasks

You spend at least half the day in silence with him, other than some basic communications on where some spices are/where the soap is, etc. so the two of you can spend a day together just eating good food, cuddling, etc.

If you have coping strategies, you’ve offered them to him at the end of that day

Even when those don’t work, you can hold each other close if either of you has a response to trauma

Holding him is a comforting sign to him that you’re not going anywhere

Saying that also works too, but just being able to feel the comfort in your warmth is nice.

Words of assurance work well for him: he needs to hear that he’s valued and wanted

Occasionally Arven will find himself lost in the few memories of his parents

Just holding him and reminding him that he’s a good person helps him calm down

Reminders that it was not his fault what his parents did are very important: you know as well as anyone else who knows of his story, but sometimes he needs to hear it from someone who has actively been there for him (I.e. you)

Now when you have your first breakdown or trauma response, the poor thing panics internally

He follows your example in holding you gently

He will make you food, and at first he’s not sure why you are reluctant to eat until you explain to him how it affects your appetite

Next time he’ll wait a little bit before making your favorite food. He just wants you to feel loved and cared for

He learns to be very patient, listening to you when you talk about what’s hurting you

Will absolutely respect if you don’t want to talk about it, and will offer snuggles/a nap/ his Mabosstiff, or to go find a spot in Paldea to gaze at together

Validates your emotions 100%, even if he hasn’t experienced it himself

Snuggles/cuddles galore

If your trauma involves a past relationship, you best believe he’s going to be 100% more protective with you

He’d even fight the person in a Pokémon battle who hurt you if he found them: who dare hurt one of his best friends and partner?

“I love you so much, and you’re not a burden” is something you will hear often if you break down

Even if he’s not sure what to do, you will always see the gentlest care in his actions

He may even carry you to your bed so you can rest (all you need is to ask)

Gentle forehead kisses, and having a soft cloth to wipe your tears is a must for him

He just wants you to feel better; he loves you so much

He’s a sweetheart at the bottom of his core; will learn to do as much as he can to help you, even if it takes some time

Hope you all enjoyed!!!

[sandwichzard]

Arven's taste

Arven was making sandwiches as you sure didn't know how to make them yourself. He was making enough to share with the pokemon.. and Koraidon he supposes. Arven was glad that you had decided to bulk buy the ingredients, so he could just make the sandwiches.

He was finishing up the last sandwich and a weird thought occured to him. How would he taste like? Many thoughts were going on in his mind.

You caught him thinking deeply, and shook him by the shoulders a little. "Hey Arv, what's on your mind?"

Arven's face flushed in embarrassment, having gotten caught in his thoughts "Ah it's nothing important. Don't worry about it lil bud."

"Well, if it's on your mind it can't be not important, so spill it, big man." You countered.

Arven sighed, "I was just thinking about how I would taste, y'know. It's a bit stupid."

"Oh! I can help with that." You piped up, overly eager.

Arven's face went red, as he imagined you kissing his lips. He had a crush on you since you helped him with Mabostiff, and only realized it quite recently. You were so strong, and capable, but couldn't make a good sandwich for the life of you, so he always swooped in, and made them for you. He loved making sandwiches for you.

While he was lost in thought again, you had grabbed two slices of bread, and put them on his hand, and took a soft bite.

This immediately pulled him out of his daydream, and he pulled his arm back immediately. "What the hell, (Y/n). That wasn't what I was talking about."

"Oh sorry." his best friend looked at him rather apologetically, "What could I do to make it up to you?"

Arven mumbled something into his hand.

"Say that again?"

"You could um, you could kiss it better." Arven was beyond embarrassed he had said that, he looked away and tried to hide behind his hair.

You grabbed his hand softly, and raised his arm a bit, giving it a small kiss. This was very embarrassing, but your friend had asked for it, so you complied.

Arven's eyes got wide, he didn't think you'd actually do it. Seeing you were equally embarrassed, and going on the adrenaline rushing through him, he assumed you liked him as well.

"You um you didn't taste me the way I had hoped." Arven felt himself get a bit confident as he spoke, "would you like to try again?"

The wheels in your head were turning, wondering what he meant by that. "Um sure."

Pulling you into his arms into an embrace, was not what you had expected. Even less so when he got closer to your face. From where you were, you could see how pretty his eyelashes were. the prettiest shade of cream and grey. It reminded you of pepper (the condiment).

He looked at your eyes and then down to your lips, as if asking for permission. A small nod was all he needed, and kissed you gently. There was a lot of yearning behind the kiss on both ends, it felt both like an eternity, and not long enough when it ended.

"I.. wow. I didn't know that's what you had in mind." You were slightly breathless, and flustered you had gotten a kiss from your long-time crush, and not only that, but he initiated it.

"Yeah sorry, I don't know what came over me. Just forget that ever happened if you want. We can just be best buds, I'm okay with that." Arven had slumped his shoulders, and went back to finishing the sandwiches.

"You misunderstood me, Arven. I like you, like a lot." You spoke up from behind him, grabbing his hand, "I just didn't expect you to reciprocate. I love fighting pokemon, and being able to have a picnic with you afterwards. It's the time of day I'm most excited for, everytime."

Arven couldn't help but feel a soft fluttering in his stomach, absolutely enamoured with the boy in front of him, speaking so dearly of their time together.

"-boyfriend? it's totally okay, if you say no."

Arven was so lost in thought that he didn't hear what they had asked. "I'm so sorry, I got lost in thought Can you repeat that?"

You were so patient with him, and he loved you for it. "That's okay Arvy. I asked if you wanted to be my boyfriend. Nothing has to change, except we kiss sometimes."

"Oh my god of course! We're boyfriends now! Hear that ma, I got a boyfriend!" He yelled at the sky so happily, and held your holding hands towards the sky, as if to show Sada.

"You're such an adorable dork."

"You asked me to be your boyfriend. No take backsies." Arven was beyond happy, and he was excited for this to be their first picnic as a couple.

[rat-typewriter]

Caught in the Rain.

Summary: You and Arven get caught in the rain - fluff ensues

Proofread?: hahahahaha no.

As it turned out, your coat was not as waterproof as the label claimed. You had long been soaked through to your skin, but you kept walking - praying that a town would be nearby.

Arven walked a few feet ahead of you, but every few minutes he glanced back over his shoulder, checking you were still behind him.

"Arven, we're going to die out here,"

Arven laughed unconvincingly. "It's really not that bad!"

Thunder rumbled above you.

"It is that bad!" You quickened your pace to catch up with him. "I'm freezing," You added, more quietly. On any other day, you would have Googled the symptoms of frostbite - since your fingers had started to turn a concerning shade of purple - but they were so numb that unlocking your phone was near impossible. You weren’t one to complain, but it really was cold.

"I promise it's not far now," He sighed, smiling apologetically.

You snorted. "Yeah, okay - just eighteen thousand miles to go." 

He rolled his eyes and laughed, turning back to face you. "C'mere," He held out his arm and you tucked yourself beneath it - nestling into his shoulder.

The wind rushed past you again, whipping your already-wet hair into your eyes. You shuddered as the icy rain stung on your cheeks; you felt. Arven's arm tighten around your shoulders as you both pressed on.

"This was absolutely not what the weatherman said this morning." He grumbled.

"I thought girl scouts were always prepared." You teased, grinning up at him.

"Ha. Ha." 

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Never in your life had you been so happy to see a hotel before. 

Wholly soaked, you and Arven ran towards the door - him grabbing your arm when you slipped on the wooden decking. 

"Whoa there, there's no rush!" He grinned. "It's not like we can get wetter," 

"That's true," You said, laughing as you regained your footing. 

As you straightened up, you looked at him and realised - even when he got you lost in a downpour - how much you loved him. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed filled your body with warmth and left you feeling slightly as though you might float away.

Yeah, you really loved him.

"After you, m'lady," He said, bowing with mock majesty.

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to yourself as you walked towards the door. "Yeah, yeah - like  royalty is ever covered in mud."

You were long-resigned to the fact that your socks would never be white again and instead had turned your worries to how you'd clean the sodden cuffs of your jeans. It was safe to say that you were going to be spending a lot of time at the nearest laundrette.

Arven grinned, snaking an arm around your waist.

"You're still gorgeous to me," He said, drawing out the me as he peppered your face with kisses.

"Ugh, you're all wet." You squirmed, fruitlessly trying to mask your giggles.

"So are you!" 

"Whose fault is that, though?"

"Touché, touché," He smiles and your heart skips a beat again. You'd never admit it, but no amount of mud and dirt and rain and cold would keep you from this boy. He couldn't get rid of you that easily.

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You stood in the hotel room, looking at the wet carpet that you had dripped all over. 

"I hope they won't be mad at us." You called through the en-suite door, where Arven was showering.

There was a short pause, before his unconvincing response came. "...I'm sure they won't mind,"

You rolled your eyes, and turned back to Mabostiff, who lay across your lap. 

"You're lucky, y'know." You said, stroking his fur gently. "You can just stay in your Poké ball. Though, I suppose you don't mind the rain, really - you won't get cold with your lovely fur."

You raised your voice slightly and turned towards the bathroom door. "But some of us wouldn't mind getting out of their cold clothes!"

There was no response - instead just the sound of running water.

“He always takes forever in the shower,” You said to Mabostiff, who let out a quiet ruff in response. As much as it pained you to do so, you gently pushed the pokémon off your lap - standing and looking around for your bag, which lay between your two twin beds. You figured he wouldn’t mind if you changed quickly into something warm and dry. At least you wouldn’t be shivering so much, you thought to yourself as you pulled out a tshirt.

Slowly, you peeled off your wet layers, until only in your damp underwear. Taking one of the fluffy white towels on your bed, you dried your hair as best you could. 

You had only been travelling with Arven for a few months, but somehow, you felt as though you'd known him forever. Back at school you had overheard him begging Nemona for help to find the Titan pokémon - and once the treasure hunt began, you approached him. When you'd offered your help he had been so excited - shaking your hand violently and thanking you over and over again. You'd done a little research and so knew about the herbs; you had a pretty good idea of why he'd want them too, but you let him admit it to you in his own time. When he let you Mabostiff for the first time, he was blown away by how gentle and kind you were. You pretended not to notice, but as you both sat by the campfire - watching it sleep peacefully across your lap - he'd quietly brushed a few tears from his eyes. Smiling to yourself, you pulled a tissue from your bag and handed it to him in silence.

"Hey, y/n - the shower’s free if you want-"

You squeaked in surprise - dropping down behind your bed. You had been so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear the water turn off.

"SORRY. SORRY." Arven shouted, shielding his eyes. "OH GOD, UH-"

"Oh! Uh - I'm sorry!" You quickly said - face flushed; fumbling with your shirt.

“IT’S OKAY.” He said, his voice a few octaves higher than normal. He had turned to face away from you - covering his face - but by the redness of his ears, you could tell he was blushing.

You pulled on the shirt - getting your elbow stuck in the armhole twice - and rummaged through your bag for some shorts.

“Shit,” You mumbled, as you put the shorts on and struggled with the button.  “I’m sorry, Arven. I should have been more careful.”

Still facing away from you, he replied. “Hey, don’t worry. I mean, it’s me who should be more careful.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Not really.” even now - he was too polite to let you take the blame. 

“Okay, I’m fully clothed.” you announced - trying to ignore the awkwardness that filled the room - and he turned around - smiling sheepishly.

“Coolio,” He said, before visibly cringing. “I mean, not that it wasn’t cool - wait, no- I mean-”

You grinned at his flustered state and stepped towards him. “Hey, it’s cool - don’t worry.”

“Thanks.” He smiled, relaxing slightly - his face still pink. 

You could have left it there, but somehow you just couldn’t resist his red face. You just loved being able to make him blush.

“But, hey, if it was that cool - we could always do it again sometime.”

He whipped his face up, eyes wide and replied in a small voice. “Seriously?”

“Sure.” you said, shrugging. And with that you walked across the room - passing him quickly and opened the door. “I’m starving - wanna go get something to eat?”

Still red in the face, he grinned. “Why not?”

[lonelydusknoir]

Arven Falling in Love with his Male! Best Friend

Requested by: Anon

THIS IS IT, OFFICER. THIS IS THE POST I LOST MY PROGRESS ON. But anyway… this is a bit long. Please enjoy! Reader goes by he/him pronouns and also gets referred to as (Name)

Also bonus little drabble at the end. Couldn’t help it!! I really enjoyed writing this

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✨ We all know Arven didn’t have the best childhood. His parents prioritized their work over him, leaving him almost always alone with his little buddy Mabosstiff. But at the time, it was just a small Maschiff. His Pokémon was the only one who kept him company

✨ However, he soon met a boy around his age, playing with their own partner Pokémon. When he saw Arven standing alone, he took it upon himself to ask him if he wanted to play. Arven was a bit shy. But how could he say no?

✨ His new friend immediately became his best friend! Their partner Pokémon got along with each other just fine as well. While Maschiff was great company for Arven, it couldn’t exactly… talk. I mean, he could read his Pokémon’s body language, but the dog spoke no words

✨ Even when enrolled in the academy, he was still Arven’s best friend. He was the first person he went to about the Herba Mystica, but he shared his true intentions

✨ “Mabosstiff.. He’s really hurt…” He murmured. “Potions don’t work. The Pokémon Centers can’t help him. I don’t know what to do, but.. this might be the thing that’ll help Mabosstiff get better. Will you help me?” As Arven’s best friend, his answer was yes

✨ As each titan gets defeated, Arven becomes more familiar with the odd feeling in his chest. His whole body becomes warm, his heart pounds in his chest, his insides become fluttery like a Vivillon’s wings. The feeling makes him a little anxious. What’s wrong with him?

✨ The moment Arven realizes he’s in love with his best friend, he quickly goes into denial. That can’t be possible! Besides, it’s not like he would return those feelings. He would only be seen as a friend, nothing more…

✨ After the last titan is defeated, Arven starts making a sandwich with the Herba Mystica found. He pauses for a moment, staring down at the ingredients. Arven clears his throat before speaking up…

“Hey, (Name),” He calls out to his best friend. “Listen.. uh… I’m really grateful for everything you’ve done for me and Mabosstiff. Really. But.. I… really need to tell you something.”

Arven looks down at his partner Pokémon before staring at his best friend. He became nervous as their eyes met. Mabosstiff nudged his leg, trying to make him hurry and confess.

He inhaled deeply, trying to calm his anxious heart. “I know we’re buddies and all that but.. I love you, like, really love you. I’m happy to have you as my best friend but… I’d be happier to have you as my boyfriend…” Arven quickly turned away, shutting his eyes as his whole body tensed. “I, uh, I’m sorry if you want to stay as friends but… I really needed to get this off my chest.

(Name) smiled before walking up to Arven and embracing him. “Wow, you really beat me to it, huh?” He let out a soft laugh. “Y’know.. I was gonna confess first! But I’m glad you did it first.. I think I was going to back out. I love you a lot, Arven.”

[edutainer2022]

A comment by @janetm74 got me in the mood for a quick little thing. I always kinda wanted Scott to have something along the lines of "Arven's vision of Aragorn's future", but didn't come up with anything better than a good ole coma dream after a rescue gone bad. Left deliberately ambiguous.

COME TO PASS

His first thought was Dad. A tall, dark haired man was kneeling right by the surf, hands outstretched expectantly. Occasional streaks of grey catching the sun. A small boy with a matching mop of chestnut hair was eagerly running to him, shrieking in delight, tiny feet sending sprays of water and foam up, glistening like pixy dust.

The boy was running to his father from a woman in loose, cotton white, blurred to his sight in the distance. Scott didn't remember going to the beach with Mom and Dad that early, but he didn't remember much of his life before Virgil.

Strong hands caught the excited child mid stride and lifted up, and up, closer to the brilliant blue sky. The laughter of father and son mixed and mingled, and rippled across the ocean.

"Higher, Daddy! Higher!"

THAT Scott remembered well. The anticipation and giddy freedom of flight, the elation, and the absolute trust in the sure, warm hands catching him. He remembered the sinking falling ever since...

He wanted to move closer, but was frozen in place. The man twirled the still giggling boy and hugged him closer, the smile turning softer - so full of love Scott felt his own heart split. Another half turn and the man was murmuring at the now quiet child, beaconing at the woman in the distance with a broader grin. Eyes lifted up from the small form in his arms. Bright blue.

Scott felt an icy shock through his spine down to every finger and toe, despite the scorching sand beneath his feet. He was falling again, never feeling the impact of rushing ground.

TBTBTBTB

Senses were coming back slowly, but slower still was the memory. A rescue. His grapple gun connected with a metal surface and then lost purchase. He was falling. Terrified voices screaming in his ears. Then nothing. His vision doubled and blurred as he tried to blink. A figure was standing nearby, startled into action by his weak movement. He couldn't see well through the haze yet, just felt the echo of familiar phantom yearning, a splatter of light feet in the surf, loose white cotton rippling in the breeze, happy laughter. An incandescent vision of a future he long abandoned to believe true.

[pennysperfectpolls]

Adoption poll round 1 match 13

Arven (Pokémon)

“Tails” miles prower (Sonic)

Propaganda under the cut

Arven (Pokémon) Propaganda

ok so this guy means everything to me. at tye beginning of the game he seems like a giant fucking prick. but theres a storyline where you go around the region fighting giant pokémon and making sandwiches and whatnot. you eventually find out that he's actually really caring and sweet and he just wants to save his dying mabosstiff [big dog pokemon] and his parents were fucking assholes to him. one of them left after he was born and the other literally chose a giant lizard over him and built a time machine. I love arven so much im sogay for him ughh #arvensweep

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Canonically Parentless in either version by method of A) being lost in the time stream and B) Divorcing Parent A for getting obsessed with accessing the time stream.

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hes literally so silly you dont get it ! hes just a sad little boy who needs new parents and his dog. arven is just the sad little boy we all need in our lives

“Tails” miles prower (Sonic) Propaganda

tails is just so . cute.. abd autism. ok so

he's 8 years old and he really really likes inventing and just machines in general. he's basically a little brother to sonic so i mean if you want to lump them together that's perfectly okay :3 anyways he's surprisingly smart for an 8 year old. he has GOT to be super fluffy. and we can see that in the movies, he certainly is!!!! he can fly a plane. he's very friendly. he has no alive and known parents in most canons (i say most because there is like. one canon where he has parents who are seen and alive)

here's some bonus propaganda if you want to group him together with sonic:

okay so first of all. you can NOT separate the brothers

but also sonic is the adhd to tails' autism. tends to come up with stuff on the spot, impatient, etc... he's really cool. he's so funny sometimes!!! also he has literally unparalleled amounts of tboy swag. hates bullies. god please i love these silly lil animals i might need to cut this off before i autism out too much so ywah

[sage-nebula]

In the end, Kieran won. He beat Juliana, in a way that she can’t fully articulate at only thirteen years old and no one would take seriously anyway. She still doesn’t understand how it happened. In the days—weeks? months?—after returning from the Area Zero Underdepths, she turns every moment of their entire relationship over and over in her mind, trying to pinpoint the moment where everything spiraled out of control, where it all went so wrong. What it was that she did, if she did anything, to make him so fixated on her—to make her the reason he did so many horrible things to so many people, and why she alone was the one responsible for stopping him. At first, things were all right. They had gone to the first signposts together, and at his insistence had gone to Ogerpon’s den. She’d listened as he’d told her the story of the Loyal Three, as he’d come out of his shy little shell to tell her about the ogre that fascinated him so. He’d seemed nice on that first day; shy, and a little awkward, but nice. Juliana was glad to make friends with him, and even more glad to have someone to attend the Festival of Masks with. Even if his older sister, Carmine, was abrasive, well, that was fine; she was no more abrasive than Arven had been at first. Juliana could handle abrasive, especially since it was fairly obvious Carmine was just putting up a front. But after that first night, everything went downhill. The next day, at the final signposts, Kieran was quieter than he had before. He started asking odd questions, demanding battles, getting increasingly upset when he lost. He was withdrawn, he stole Ogerpon’s mask, he got violent and punched the Loyal Three’s gravepost when he lost . . . Carmine claimed it was teenage hormones. Juliana wasn’t sure. Kieran was about her age, she thought, give or take a year, and she couldn’t remember ever wanting to hit something when she lost a battle. None of the other boys she’d battled had ever started hitting things when they lost, either. Was it really a teenage angst thing? Or was it a Kieran thing? Would he feel better the following day?

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