#YOU AND IIIII

[celestialholz]

Just the Two of Us (or 'the number two and Hassius')

So, you may remember me discussing TM20 a while ago, how it's Brassius' life story and how the numbers two and zero make up an experience shared with no one else, and... well, thought that was as far as the 'twoness' went, to be honest. That was enough, right? That's already enough gay, between the Applin and the sculptures in Artazon????

... Except no, because in case you hadn't realised by my collection of seven ephemeralart metas and counting, Paldea simply loves to gaslight me into a false sense of security. A girl thinks she's done with Pokemon's chief husbands, and yet here she is again.

What follows is a collection of 'twos' and their multiples that follow Hassel and Brassius around as though they're being stalked by their own love story.

We'll start with: if you take on Victory Road in its recommended order, Brassius is the second trainer you fight, whilst Hassel is the second to last.

I'm sure we all know it by now, but here's the order you're meant to go in:

And obviously it's followed by the Elite Four, Hassel being the last one before the champion herself. (We're... not counting Nemona. The Nemona fight's its own special little thing, and she's not part of the League anyway.) Couple that with the fact that Hassel canonically shows up to say hello after the second gym, and... mm. Mmmmm.

Point one, in fact, is almost as good as point two: Applin.

This is Applin's stat spread. Which is all perfectly divisible by two. In fact, if you just throw Hassel and Brassius (TM)20 points each... well, that's four stats covered, and it kinda stands to reason that two older men might be slower, and that that two older, emotionally damaged men might be really good at being overprotective. 'Dragon that guards the final fortress of the Elite Test,' anyone?

Oh, but we don't end there with Applin. Oh no.

The apple daughter has Ripen as an ability later, which, well...

... doubles effects. Okay then...

Is this the better of Flapple's two abilities? Oh, absolutely. But it also means nothing practically, because Hass doesn't use berries, or held items at all in fact. It's almost like it's only there symbolically! Imagine that, what a world. And Flapple, as I've discussed before, is also second to last in his team line-up, which as we know symbolises the heart and personality of the trainer. I'd argue, in fact, that Hassel having Flapple over Appletun is indicative of turning a misunderstood childhood (a 'self-defence', if you will) into a powerful and prosperous adulthood, because Flapple's much more of an offensive Pokemon - but that's an observation for another time.

Point three: there are four Harvest Cs, again two times two. I talked about the significance of The Harvest over here, and about how the sculpture I named 'C' there is a lovely fusion of Grass and Dragon, orbited by small suns. And here they all are:

(Shoutout to mini Holz for that colour coordination. She did it herself, I am but a mere humble illuminator of the lore.)

Point four: there are 34 Surrendering Sunfloras. Also divisible by two. (I am not spending another five hours on fucking Sunfloras so no photography for this one, but trust me... I spent five hours on this shit.)

And there's also that Brassius is gym two... Hassel is fourth of the Elite Four... but here's the real killer:

Point five: Art (4). Just... just going to leave that one with you, and remind you that Paldea has never heard of the concept of 'coincidence.' And I'm going to drop this rainbow two here... just because, y'know.

[charalol]

...you and I....

*seductively* would you.. be interested in doing a unfunny bit with me sometime.. just the two of us..

[lucabyte]

leering

[localechoes]

final reunions - and final partings.

[afreakingmilkshake]

TRADITIONAL DOODLE DUMP YIIPPIEE (you definitely didnt see that meta before)

[dr-wormman]

Is this anything

[mcybree]

I’ve been thinking a lot about how merciless scott was towards joel in limited life specifically during the session where joel was outwardly grieving jimmy in this messy violent desperate way that made him appear mad. and I’ve been thinking about scott’s own relationship towards the concept of grief, what grief “should” look like, and his tendency to act as though he is above letting his emotions consume him. and i’ve been thinking about scott stating that joel “deserves it” shortly before taking him out of the series. do we think that scott judged joel so severely for grieving jimmy in such a raw way that he killed that fucker four times to get rid of him. because of his own standards for what correct grief looks like. and how any reflection of scott’s own emotions needs to be eliminated. i personally dont think so but I think the concept goes hard as fuck anyways

[dgnrtshunch]

so. this is a couple's shoot😭😭

[angelesse]

day O4 : favourite fandom from 2020

‎   for @lavendergalactic & @llocket 's 2020 event

　 　 makoto/hajime/kaede stamps * tags ok!

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[opopsums]

hi i promise im working on art stuffs but im also working on something else [mischievous plotting emoji]

here have someeeeee old art except lizzie i drew her last night

[campbyler]

happy last kiss day for no particular reason :-)

[kidcanines]

cg!Mel headcannons

x - x - x

—DNI NSFW—

⸝⸝ likes accessorizing with you. helps you clip earrings onto your ears and put little charms in your hair. drapes you in the finest silk and fastens anklets and cuffs around your biceps and wrists. When you guys are done with your fashion show, she takes you gently by the face and kisses you on your cheek until you're squirming in her grasp and she’s giggling softly.

⸝⸝ holds your hand all the time. won’t let it go for anything. you sit on her lap during “unserious” council meetings and when people try to say anything she gives a look that shuts them up immediately. bounces you on her leg and when you lean back in her chest she wraps her hands around you and pushes her bottom cheek into your forehead- smelling your hair and just reveling in your scent.

⸝⸝ when she’s feeling particularly energized she’ll jump on the bed with you. or you’ll jump on your side of the bed to get some extra energy out while she reads (which is actually just her holding a book open and side eyeing you fondly…not that you know or realize)

⸝⸝ you’re generally very well behaved- but there are those times where you get angry or sad or anxious. When this happens she sometimes takes you to a room where you can just scream…or she takes you by the hand and tells you to look at her while getting on her knees to level with you. She wipes your tears and lets you breathe how you need to because sometimes breathing exercises don’t work when you’re in the thick of it.

⸝⸝ Sometimes you just need to bounce up and down and flap your hands…she’ll stop you when it gets to hair pulling and beating on yourself though. She’ll take you gently in her arms and hug you close, pick you up and just hum softly into your ear. The swish of her jewelry and fabric against itself is soothing enough to calm you down so that she can talk to you and you can process what she’s saying.

⸝⸝ Sometimes you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and find your hand unconsciously reaching for her, only to find an empty spot where she used to be. the room isn’t dark thanks to your nightlight so you see the outline of her shadow, sitting up in bed, staring off into space. You’ll call out for her, voice caked with sleep and she won’t respond. Too lost in her thoughts to hear your tiny voice. So you omit the warmth of the blankets you were previously bundled up in and round on her, hands on the balls of her knees.

⸝⸝ She still doesn’t detect your presence so you take her hands and settle in her lap, leaning against her and playing with the limbs until she comes back to you. It’s a slow thing, but eventually she’s running her hands through your hair and holding you tightly. Kissing your forehead as you look up at her and ask if she’s okay. To which she responds, “yeah baby, mama’s okay…thank you.” and she kisses you again before turning you around so your face to face with her and laying you down beside her, cuddled close and warm now that she’s beside you.

⸝⸝ both of you hate being separated from each other, but sometimes it’s necessary so Mel can get her work done. When she drops you off with your temporary caretaker she pulls you in by the back of the head and places a long kiss to your forehead. When she pulls back you’re already properly teary eyed, fists balled up tightly as you try to hold back your tears. She just coos and pulls you close. “Oh sweetheart, i’ll be back soon okay?” you still end up crying before she even manages to close the door behind herself. Your quivering lip and shivering nose only serves to hurt her more, so she doesn’t look back.

⸝⸝ calls you “sweet/silly/shy boy,” “sweetheart,” “my love,”

⸝⸝ always always featherlight touches to your skin. just little flutterings of her fingers across the soft of your jaw and up and down your nose. Sometimes it helps you drift off to sleep.

⸝⸝ she doesn’t know how to do hair. she’ll scratch and oil your scalp but otherwise struggles when it comes to protective styles and such. Despite this your braids are encrusted with gold and white to match her like you prefer

⸝⸝ you are very shy, always staring up at her through your eyelashes. she likes to caress your face and bring it up so that you’re properly looking at her.

⸝⸝ let’s you trace her skin…”pretty mama..” you murmur one night, to which she blushes and scoops you up, connecting your foreheads and calling you “the prettiest, sweetest boy in the world.”

⸝⸝ she sets you on her lap at her vanity while she’s doing her makeup for the day, you grab her hand and bring the foamy thing she’s using down to your face and try to make her hand do the same to yours. she scoffs a laugh and gets another one to apply a tiny bit of blush to your face. to which you stand up and gaze at your cheeks in the mirror, touching the lightly blemished spot before looking back and smiling brightly at her. she just looks at you like you’re her world (you are.)

⸝⸝ loves dressing you up for the day. asking you about what you think you should wear and giving you options because her closet is mostly your closet. you watch her put on her uniform from your little playmat with a paci in your mouth and your head tilted as you watch her do whatever she’s doing in her mirror before she’s eventually moving along to you. gently wiping the crusties and baby drool off of your face with a warm towel and slipping on something comfy while you grab onto whichever part of her is in arms reach. just wanting to be close to mama. “well aren’t you a grippy little thing hm?”

⸝⸝ she tries her hardest she really does when it comes to playing pretend. she’ll grab your favorite stuffy and puppeteer it but she just can’t without bursting out laughing at your awed and infatuated expressions. Elora is much better at playing pretend than she is.

⸝⸝ not particularly easily jealous but she can be prickly. if anyone even looks at you the wrong way when she’s in between meetings she’ll get so heated- even Elora tries to calm her down but to no avail, her motherly rage cannot be contained

⸝⸝ neither of you can sleep without some noise- your nightlight consists of the solar system warmly shining on the ceiling of you and Mel’s room. Accompanied with that is a humidifier and soft background music low enough that you wouldn’t be able to hear it unless you were actively looking for it.

⸝⸝ when Mel’s work does require her to leave you, you have a little necklace that she tells you to squeeze whenever you miss her- and she has the same one so that you’ll always be connected. you fiddle with it all the time when you have nothing better to do

⸝⸝ when she sees you getting tired, little eyelids struggling to stay up and over glossy irises, she just rubs your back…further coaxing you into sleep. this doesn’t negate the fact that you’re on a strict schedule when it comes to nap times and eating. she wants to make sure you’re well fed, hydrated, and rested.

⸝⸝ she smells really good. you always find yourself putting your nose in the crook of her neck when she holds you. that’s where she puts her perfume, you rub your face along the connection, nuzzling into her.

[rhinco]

hey guys cna we talk about tjis. can we fuckign. can we discuss this for a moment. c

[jack-kellys]

underrated newsie of the year award goes to 🪽

[soulzerofever]

paaaaahttt numbaaah fouuuuuur (4/???)

part 1! || part 2! || part 3!

[the-clay-quarters]

It's Pembroke's birthday and in celebration I uhhhh made her a business card 👍

I had the idea for this two sided card ages ago but only just got to making it. Don't need to worry about which business card you have if it's the same card >:3c

(If this prompts any interaction ideas, do feel free to send her a calling card <3 (link in pinned))