#akarii

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Chapters: 14/30 Fandom: Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions, Pocket Monsters: Black 2 & White 2 | Pokemon Black 2 & White 2 Versions Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kudari | Emmet & Nobori | Ingo, Kudari | Emmet & Shou | Akari, Nobori | Ingo & Shou | Akari, Nobori | Ingo & Tsubaki | Melli, Kudari | Emmet & Tsubaki | Melli, Nobori | Ingo & Queen Ohnyula | Lady Sneasler, Kudari | Emmet & Hisuian Zoroark Characters: Nobori | Ingo, Kudari | Emmet, Shou | Akari, Seki | Adaman, Kai | Irida, Volo (Pokemon), Yone | Mai (Pokemon Legends: Arceus), Tsubaki | Melli, Hinatsu | Arezu, Susuki | Iscan, Wasabi | Sabi (Pokemon), Kikui | Lian (Pokemon Legends: Arceus), Yuugao | Calaba, Garana | Palina, Hamarenge | Gaeric, Teru | Rei, Perilla | Zisu, Shimaboshi | Cyllene, Original Female Character(s), Kamitsure | Elesa, Shaga | Drayden, Taro | Lacey Additional Tags: Legends Arceus AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Living in Hisui, emmet in hisui, warden emmet, Ingo Emmet and Akari all connecting, Friendship, Misunderstandings, I mean like LOTS of misunderstandings, poor communication kills, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Ingo really hating his amnesia, Eventual Happy Ending, Brotherly Love, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, No real shipping in this fic, The Unova characters don't appear until like the last three chapters, But I'm tagging them anyway because they're still important, actions have consequences, This fic is as long as it is because no one knows how to communicate properly, Emotions, Big Sister Elesa, Uncle Drayden, Ingo Emmet and Akari are all autistic, Hikari | Dawn and Shou | Akari are Different People, Siblings, The Ride Pokemon are Considered Nobles Summary:

The Pearl Clan witnesses Ingo mourning the memories he just can't seem to recall. The Diamond Clan witnesses Emmet concealing the past that he fears would alienate him. Both groups are aware that something is suspicious, but don't know how to approach it when considering all of the other strange things currently occurring within Hisui and the interests of their individual clans.

Akari forms separate bonds with both brothers as she investigates who they are and what they mean to each other, but will it be too late to bring them back together after months of secrecy and poor communication? Or can Ingo and Emmet's brotherly bond endure even through hardships beyond what they ever could have imagined before?

[because-i-simp]

The Deed Is Done...

The last of my finals has been completed...

Now we just hope and pray I did okay and that maybe after some nmuch needed rest I can get my ass back in gear on some RP~

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oh shit what u got there mizrov

“Hor d’oeuvres. You are welcome to one if you have an invitation to this soirée. Though as you as here I presume someone must have let you in.”

[a-hazbin-spider]

SNIRK!

"It's like it's staring at me..."

Anjay snickered, trying so hard not to break into a giggle fit.

His favorite part after sex with Dove, aside from the great sex in of itself, it was the sweet affectionate cuddling naked after. He cherished these moments, they could be affectionate, they could be playful. No matter the role, that was his favorite party-- Anjay today decided to take the playful route. After trailing kisses down his smaller self's spine, he had his own fun with that silly little wiggling spider Tail Dove displayed when he was happy~

And Anjay stuck googly eyes on it.

He loves you, Dove ❤️

@angel-dust-bitch || Sent in googly eyes!

Kisses have a pleasant melting feeling run down his back. He let out a relaxed sigh and nestled slightly into contact. Oh? But what was this now? He hears such a slight rattling noise it’s almost enough to make him think his spine was just cricking if it didn’t continue after his tail stops moving. His head swivels around before he catches a glimpse, snorting out a short laugh.

“Yeh, it totally is-” swish swish swish, “Look I think it likes what it sees! Snrk! Ain’t never looked better!”

Of course he needed to be silly about it, that was fucking genius! “Always knew you’d end up keepin’ your eyes on my ass~!” Booo bad joke!

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Been a minute and a half since I drew ANYTHING relating to yuGiOh... This is an old traditional water color piece that I decided to digitize. I have a lot of old pieces I am re-doing. Been sitting in a folder forever. Finally tackling one. Some Bullet Shipping

Crow x Akarii (OC)

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Just a heads up--

I do see all the notifications and tags with starters and invites to interact and I love seeing them. Honestly I love you all ❤️

I'm not ignoring any of them or anyone I promise!

((trust me my drafts are loaded on all blogs LOL I promise bi DO have them and have them saved!))

Valentino honestly just takes a lot of energy out of me to write-- (which is honestly why I'm surprised to find he seems to be the most popular and favorites muse that people like seeing me write??)

Any who--

It's not just Valentino--

I have eased back on all of my Hazbin muses and only responding to short quips and light responses like dash coms, games and lighter interactions --

It's just because I'm tired --

That and I am trying to stretch my writing fingies into other muses outside of Hazbin (like YuGiOh stuff is honestly my highest muse right now)

So that's why it seems like dll is quiet on hells front lol

But trust me--

No one has been forgotten --

I'm just taking some down time and also writing a little more on discord as well--

(feel free to message me about that if you're interested!)

In the meantime, I love you dll and thank you for your incredible energy and hype and patience

This is in account of ALL my side blog muses from Hell and back ❤️

--Akarii

[connar-rose-kaiba]

Apologies In Advance...

I'm afraid Tumblr just won't let me Post my Fan Fiction Chapters unless I cut them up--

So Any FanFiction Chapters will be available in "Parts" Via Tumblr--

And I will be sure to add links to the next part and next chapter within the posts as they move along-- Sorry for this, IDK why Tumblr decided it now has a text limit for writing?? ^^"" Do know that if you are reading my Fics VIA Tumblr that I do ask for your patience and I apologize-- But also know that these chapters are available uninterrupted as well VIA:

--A03 (XxAkarii_RosexX) --Fanfiction.net (XAkariiRoseX) Thank you, and if you are reading, I hope you enjoy the stories!

--Akarii

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Funeral for Hikaru Akarii

It’s a beautiful day for a funeral. The night is calm and quiet, the two moons shine shamelessly through a thin veneer of cloud. It’s common practice, when a troll is famous enough, to have two funerals, one for the quote unquote ‘industry’, fans, others, usually in a much larger building, and then a smaller, more personal wake for close friends and family. The industry funeral had been a few days ago, it had been shit weather then, trolls crowding into a venue to say their goodbyes in the pouring rain. But it’s been two days, and the rain is gone, and the earth is in bloom. 

Tonight is clear, and pretty. And a good thing too, it being outdoors. A crowd of thirty or so close accolades is making conversation in the graveyard, giving well wishes. A key few are struggling to keep the somber tone of the event. Most importantly, Verula’s quadrants, the ones Gihyun had invited in the hopes of susing out her location. To the side of the fresh dug grave, a confused Hascha Demork is nursing a bottle of wine, squinting at the people around him. 

“Okay” He says finally. “Who invited you?” The violetblood accuses, pointing at The Reverend Mother. Anyita is staring at the grave in a not quite dissimilar look of confusion and contemplation. 

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” She says. 

“Aren’t you the murder?” Hascha says. 

“That’s why you won’t believe me.” She repeats. 

“Spit it out” 

“Gihyun” The Reverend says. “I got an email from Gihyun.”

He stares at her with squinted eyes for a long moment, and then looks back at the grave. 

“Yeah,” He says. “Yeah, okay. I don’t believe you.” He says, taking a drink straight from the bottle. 

“Did she invite you as well?” The Reverend Mother asks. 

“Well” Hascha looks away. “Yes.” 

“Perhaps?” Says a tiny little troll, stepping out of the shadows. “Gihyun wanted to bury our grudges with her grief,” Eponin says. 

“Ha Ha. Fat chance” Demork retorts. “She’s up to something. I just want to know what. I was so baffled by the invitation I actually showed up here.” 

“Or maybe” Eponin says. “She had the same idea I had.” 

“Which is what?” Gihyun says, finally making her way over and into the conversation, dressed in a plain black suit. 

“Why are we here, Gihyun” Demork asks. 

“Solidarity. I don’t know.” She curses. “Thought maybe you all could get your heads out of your asses long enough to show a little respect.” She accuses, and then glances at them. “Guess I was wrong.” The jadeblood says, taking a drag of her cigarette. 

Eponin straightens up, glancing back at the crowd to see if the few of them are being listened to. There's only one young purpleblood and jade nearby. They then turn to the tight circle of ancestors, eyes flitting from Anyita, to Gihyun, to Haggis, and back to Hascha. 

“Is he the only one who doesn’t know?” They say. Instantly, Gihyun and Anyita’s eye’s narrow, and glance towards Hascha, whom the rust had just gestured towards. 

“Doesn’t know what?” Hascha blinks. 

Eponin stares for a moment, and then chuckles, pushing up their glasses. 

“It’s funny” They say. “To see you be the last up to speed, Hascha” They grin, and then the smile is replaced by something more somber, they glance at the trolls in their little circle. 

“I know The Reverend knows.” They say, with a nod towards their old friend, “I know Gihyun knows” They say, and the jade narrows her eyes back at them.”I know Hikaru knew.” They conclude, gesturing at the grave.

“Verula Dentry is alive.” Eponin says.

Hascha nearly drops his bottle. 

“Can’t we, all of her quadrants, agree that she was better off dead?” They say, with a gesture, straightening out their gray sweater vest“Won’t you help me kill her?” The rustblood proposes. 

Gihyun watches contemplatively, thinking on it. “I’m not a quad.” She says.

“In law.” Eponin dismisses, upset she was more preoccupied with their word choice than the content of their request.

“I’m also not Verula’s quadrant.” Hascha says, raising his hand. 

Eponin pinches the bridge of their nose. “Well maybe not officially but if we’re counting affairs, Hascha.”

“Wh- fjksd. Okay.” He says, holding up his hands. “I… never fucked the geneticist. That was a tabloid rumor.”

“Oh I’m sure you never did, and neither did Hikaru!” Eponin says sarcastically, once again gesturing at the grave. The rustblood fumbles in their pockets for a moment, pulling out a newspaper. 

“Will you can it! There is concrete proof that you fucked Verula Dentry and everyone here has been seeing nothing but her face on television for the past sweep! She looks just like both of you!” They accuse, gesturing to Twitch Monark on the cover of it.

Hascha inhales, glancing away. “Okay. Add it to my list of sins. Whatever. In tiny print at the bottom of the list made the same mistake as everyone in this room. Shocker. I mean didn’t you too?” He decides, flipping Eponin’s accusation back at them. “What’s her name- Hanagi. Seems awfully apt for the sciences.”

Eponin, seeming supremely unhappy with the turn the conversation has taken, retorts, 

“Me and Verula never had sex.”

“Sick, is she ours then?” Demork muses. 

“You wish. I cannot believe I ever dated you.” the rust retorts. “You’d truly be so flippant right in front of Haggis!”

Haggis, upon hearing her name, looks up from her wheelchair. “I’m sorry. Who are you people?” She asks. “Whose funeral is this?”

Eponin sighs frustratedly, and then turns back to Hascha.”Still! What kind of man has a red affair with his moirails matesprit.” They say through gritted teeth, gesturing at Haggis again. 

Hascha stares blankly for an age, before commenting. 

“Gonna disrespect the time honored profession of being a Verula Dentry mistress over Hikaru Akarii’s fresh dug grave? Really Eponin?”

“You’re one to talk.” The rust says. “What is it, 10am and you came here clearly intoxicated with a bottle to boot? When did you become so shameless. This is a funeral.”

“Cheers.” Hascha says, lifting the thing. “It’s what Hikaru would have wanted. Also you’re the one suggesting we form a death squad to go hunt down your supposedly undead ex at funeralllllll Eponin.” Hascha says, trailing off as he points his finger at his ex. 

Finally, Gihyun is sick enough of watching this trainwreck she pauses to speak. “I cannot stand literally all of you but I think Eponins onto something.”

The Reverend Mother pauses, before piping up. “I agree.” She says. 

Gihyun fixes her with a death glare that would have killed birds. 

“What? I’m not allowed to agree?” The nun retorts. “She cheated on me.”

“I would literally rather eat glass than work with you bitch” Gihyun hisses.

“We all have a common enemy.” The Reverend Mother insists.

“I don’t care.” Gihyun says. 

The Reverend Mother stares back at her, as if brewing some witty retort in answer, but instead bites her tongue, and sighs. 

“I’m sorry, Gihyun.” She says. “If you asked me why I killed him, I honestly couldn’t tell you. I thought I was older and smarter and wiser than I was 50 sweeps ago when I was young and insecure and heartbroken and angry at the wrong people. I had a lapse of temporary insanity. I wouldn’t know what else to call it. I know I did it but I could not fathom why. I had long since forgiven him.” She describes looking at the grave conflictedly. “But I guess what’s done is done. And I only hope you can set aside your grief enough to do the world of good by taking Verula down with him.” 

Gihyun stares at Anyita, as if utterly unsure how to process or feel about what she’s heard. Were this death real, it would be a pitious and feeble apology. That she cannot accept at the risk of blowing her moirails cover. But knowing what she knows, it’s probably the best one The Reverend Mother could have given. She had never paused to wonder if the woman would or could have grown out of her hatred. Something like the traces of guilt stir in the back of her mind. She seems so genuine, and confused. 

“I’ll kill you when this over” she settles on. “But I guess I do wanna kill that bitch more” 

“We have a common enemy” Eponin repeats.

Hascha stares at the group of them, as if believing them all insane.

“I don’t.” The violetblood says. 

 “Why does she deserve to die again?” He says. They seem to have forgotten- Hascha was the only one in this circle who didn’t know about the grub experimentation.

”I know cheaters burn and all but Eponin I thought you of all people liked her. How’d she come back to life in the first place? Did she fake it the first time? I don’t have enough information.” He says, throwing up his hands.

Eponin turns back to him venomously.

“Then why don’t you go sit someplace else while the adults talk Hascha.”

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Only a few feet in front of them, a young purpleblood peaks over the grave with a morbid curiosity in his open eyes.

“So no open casket?” Sunset asks. Leaving you to wonder how he even gained admission to this private wake.

“I mean he was a hemoanon.” The jadeblood next him deduces. “There’s probably blood on the corpse.”

“Could be. Does The Gravedigger seem awfully cheerful to you?” He says, nodding his head ever so slightly toward Gihyun, calling her by her ancestor name.

“Gihyun? Didn’t she break up with him?” Tonine replies.  

“That could explain it.” Sunset says, like he doesn’t quite believe that’s the case. “Why do you recon she’s not at Anyita’s throat right now?”

“Consumed by grief?” Tonine guesses.

“Maybe. Even the Reverend mother seems confused by it. She seems confused in general.” The young man sighs.

“I don’t know, she’s old?” Tonine guesses, again, struggling to keep up with his employer.

“She is old.” the purpleblood says in a low tone. “How do you think she managed to get the jump on Hikaru, a trained acrobat?” He says, glancing back at the crowd. “None of the people at this wake really seem to care about the man. Why would Anyita show up if she murdered him? She doesn’t look like she’s gloating.”

“Boss, what are you implying all that means?” Tonine says. Wishing he’d just cut to the chase as always. 

“Nothing.” Sunset says. “I’m just thinking.” He says, glancing back to where the circle of ancestors has started arguing again, digging up sweeps old dramas to throw in each other's faces. He turns back to the grave with an ever so slight look of contempt.

“If no one else is going to be doing it.” The young crime lord muses. 

Tonine sighs. “Don’t you think there’s more, I don’t know, productive things we could be doing then flying halfway around Alternia for this guy's funeral? “I mean why are we here?” 

“Oh Toni” Sunset sighs, walking over towards the podium, where eulogies had been made mere hours ago. He steps up onto it, picking up the mic and holding it toward the speaker. There’s a shrill, sudden and disarming feedback sound, and the small crowd of people at the funeral immediately look up- 

oh no. 

What is it they say about voodoos and eye contact? 

Sunset clears his throat, leaning into the microphone. 

“I was never here” he says to the crowd, voice layered over with power and resonate. A wave of amnesia snakes through the crowd, leaving no troll untouched. 

Suddenly, everyone looks confused, as if wondering why they are even looking at the stage in the first place, and go back to their conversation. If asked later, about a young man attending this wake in a cropped three piece, they would not be able to recall the stranger. Sunset steps off it, exiting the graveyard, dragging Tonine behind him. 

“Christ, boss” Toni says, hand going to his head.

“Shit. That must have been. At least thirty people.”

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My name is Akarii Rose~

And it's nice to meet you!

[because-i-simp]

LOVE that the next episode of Ranma 1/2 will be available on my birthday :D

Gonna have a good birthday wooooo!!!!

Also....

Adding a new muse~

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who da heck is Mizrov

>Asking finds you directed to a very proper looking olive blooded fish. He is standing with back straight, shoulders back, eyes half closed, and holding a tray with several treats on it

>He looks at you, fins twitching

“Mizrov Akarii at your service”

>His voice is mostly flat, but a note of disdain comes in at his last name

[bobadila]

Lee hooni 🥰😍😍

(you'll never guess who this is. its totally not akarii)

Hi!!! (I DEFINITELY, TOTALLY, DONT KNOW WHO THIS IS)

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The White Cloaks: Religious Faction Overview

The White Cloaks

A religious sect of knights in the Garmoran Military dedicated to Gora. They devoutly follow the Isvaad’ahl, the Garmoran holy texts that date back to the days of Old Akar. It dictates how the soldiers spend their day, the way they fight, and how they die. The scripture is widely followed throughout the central empire, but on the fringes, where Garmoran religion hasn’t taken root yet, few follow its laws. In essence, it’s like a polytheistic version of the bible, full of stories of old Akarii heroes and legends, along with newer additions from the founding of the first Garmoran empire.

The order was not always part of the empire’s military directly. During the first empire, they were an independent organization that assisted the emperor in times of need, alongside three other religious orders; the Silver Strings, the Silent Sisters, and the Red Legion.Over time, with careful selection of leadership influenced by the nobility and the royal dynasties, the White Cloaks were brought into the imperial army’s fold.Now, they serve as guards for the highest and mightiest of the empire. 

More below the cut!

Gold Division: Protects the emperor directly. Two captains, forty soldiers per captain. This is the most coveted of divisions. It is almost exclusively made up of the children of nobilities and the high ranking knights born into the order.

Silver Division: Protects the Empress, as well as Matilde and Alura. Two captains, one has twenty men, one has sixty. There were three captains, but Matilde got Captain Moraga fired, so now there are only 2. Alura’s retinue absorbed Matilde’s

Ruby Division: Protects Cardinal Laemos, leader of the Temple of Gora. One captain, fifty soldiers.

Sapphire Division: Protects Cardinal Movros, Temple of Itep. One captain, forty soldiers 

Obsidian Division: Protects Cardinal Lathima, Temple of Silus. One Captain, twenty soldiers. (she has even more guards from another order as well, but the White Cloaks are a courtesy of the emperor.)

Topaz Division: Protects Cardinal Poria, Temple of Sodek. One Captain, forty soldiers

Diamond Division: Protects Cardinal Hakke, Temple of Aru. One Captain, forty soldiers

The order is a shadow of its former self (cut from thousands of warriors across the central empire to just a few hundred soldiers). The emperor and the College have done a lot of work to keep these powerful warriors on a tight leash out of fear of an uprising.

Because of this, many of the knighthood have come to believe the Avaareyani dynasty has turned from the gods. There are mutterings of a Holy War, mutiny, and dark times for the empire. Aalvor is among the older knights that believes the timing is right for the next Hariiv to arrive (More on this in a separate doc)

The knighthood is split on their opinion of Alura, but many believe she shows signs of being the next messiah. 

Most of the soldiers are trained from a very young age. Some promise children to the order before they’re born. Once upon a time, the order consisted of soldiers from all walks of life. Now, it is more of an exclusive club.

Only true Garmoran’s can be promised now. Nobles will promise their children to the order just days after birth, which fills a good majority of their ranks. Aalvor is a prime example! He is actually one of Dioclaetus’ younger brothers. Their father promised Aalvor to the Knights hours after his birth. His oaths prevent him from ever seeking the throne, not that he wants it anyway. He's too busy being a killer dad and a great dude in general.

Men and women may serve, but the majority are men. 

Alura almost took the oaths, but Dioclaetus decided she was too useful to keep sequestered in his guard. But she’s in good with a lot of them.

[cosmic-unicorn-productions]

"I'll love you to the moon and back~!!"

--Akarii Rose

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My attacks from artfight this year ☺️

Kelp - @The_BirdTM

h4rmluga - @Akarii

Tori Jade - @Maroones

Nyssa - @Moderatelyhuman

Elijah - @qnyoikun

Nari - @local-teashop

Master Ketsler - @meadow-roses

Kittie - @mistarollo

Orbit - @Squishibear

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ART FIGHT SILLYNES

i wont tag tag cause i alredy tagged on ig and im scared of being to annoying

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thats it follow the people their ocs are good