#he is now a Dusknoir

[fujii-draws]

[sincerely-sofie]

I want a PMD game that's mixed with Animal Crossing.

I want to be a cute little pokemon and go around my town and talk to the Kecleon NPC at the market when shopping for cute furniture. I want to buy custom scarves and bandanas from a Leavanny. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to talk to pokemon that move in and out of plots of land depending on whether or not you befriend them. I want to become besties with a partner pokemon who has dreams of bringing their dusty hometown back to its former glory. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to enjoy the worldbuilding without threats of curses, being erased from history, manifestations of evil trying to destroy all that is good and holy, unbelievably unfair wages for my work, etc. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net---

[scribz-ag24]

grovyle going quiet when emotionally overwhelmed by a situation

dusknoir laughing and bluffing and rambling and screaming when emotionally overwhelmed by a situation

is this anything

[driftingballoons]

Mixed feelings about the cat

[cozybells]

I hc it takes some time until Dusknoir feels comfortable with this new life. Just relaxing, going on adventures, being loved. You know, even a blue sky seems gray when your head is a mess.

[so-i-macedup-abit]

small thing before I sleep

[aquapede]

what if i gave you a power band in the future of darkness. and we were both boys

[shaykai]

I was thinking about pokemon earlier, have some bg3 scribbles

[billycorn]

Here comes the boi~

Before the planet was paralyzed, Caspian stumbled across a lost soul in the space between worlds. He took the soul home with him, and from it, Jasper was born, a young human boy. When the future was paralyzed, Caspian and Jasper began investigating ways to make things right. Until Patch (Darkrai) showed up.

After a private chat, Patch planted a nightmare deep within Caspian. This fueled his fear of death, causing his self-preservation to overwhelm him, resulting in things he would never have done otherwise. Caspian's redemption in Special Episode 5 was the result of Grovyle causing a crack in the fear Patch sowed.

After Special Episode 5, Caspian ran off somewhere. Only Celebi knows what he's doing.

[oneluckydragon]

got hit with the echo+sora brainrot so i am once more rambling in your askbox about it. because reasons.

anywho i think there is something truly saddening about echo's struggles to make peace within herself and how she truly finds it hard to find that peace when she is so certain that if the truth about her origins were to be revealed to the world, much less to *sora*, everything she achieved, everything she worked for, all of which matters to her most, will crumble away in a moment's notice.

but the fear of losing all your life's work is none compared to the fear of losing sora. the feeling of poison that settled itself within themselves and between each other out of fear and tragedy of what had happened to them is familiar. echo's resemblance to dusknoir was already enough to set the two off because of how much it had all hurt to see someone you love and yourself turn into a mockery and a splitting image of someone who had pretended to care yet showed he never did at all, but this poison is louder. it hurts to bare, to carry, and to have none but yourself to be its sole holder.

but this poison, this feeling of heartache is different. because whereas the previous pain was something both of them felt, sora was lucky enough to not have known the truth about the person who she cares for so dearly.

echo knows that she used to be darkrai. and it haunts her to have known that her previous incarnation was so *cruel*, all for the sake of it just feeling right. wishing to engulf an entire world in darkness, solely for whatever desire she used to have.

and for how much she knows, how much she will hammer it into her own head that she is *not* like that anymore, that she looks at her past with sneer and disgust and that she will not be the barer of evil anymore, it will not matter in the slightest when she will have to look at sora if she were to ever find out.

how afraid, angry and dejected she would look when finding out, and how she will go on the defense/offense because of how much this will overwhelm her.

because when echo looks at her own shadow, she sees herself for what she is. she knows what she is, be it out of shame or guilt.

but when sora will look at it, she will see a tall, contorting and menacing shadow, towering over with a bright cyan eye doing nothing but looking at her, as if tempting her to make the next move.

and she defends herself. from someone she knows will not harm her. she raises her arms up in self defense from a hand that would never hurt her more than the world has already did.

she knows echo will not hurt her. and thats why she is afraid.

Oh my oh my OH MY, Sinnoh!!! YES YES YES!

HOW!!! IN THE WORLD!!! Are you so good at crawling into my head and creating these vivid analysis/snippets on my OCs??? I've barely shared ANY information about Echo and Sora because I've been wanting to hoard most of my stuff for when my fic is finally finished... but... I think you've broken my resolve a bit, if I'm entirely honest.

You know what? I'm so inspired by your accuracy and eagerness to talk about my girls that I'm gonna forgo my crippling anxiety regarding my writing skills and instead post a snippet of my WIP fic here as a treat for you. A teaser, if you will. Since I have no idea when the fic in question will actually be done and ready (or when I will be satisfied with it, cause the thing is currently 36,000 words and still slowly climbing). And now you've got me eager to share SOMETHING of my fic with you and anyone that might want to take a peek at it.

Please enjoy this conversation between Dusknoir and Echo. The topic deals a lot with what you'd described up above!! c:

[Note: this is an unedited part of my fic because I am still in the process of writing and it may change in the future, so please be gentle w/ me but I'd love to read any thoughts/comments that pop up while reading!! pls send asks or replies or anything really cause I love you guys]

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“I’m going to tell you something now, and you are going to listen.” Echo commands with a sharp bite in her voice that Dusknoir cannot fathom ignoring. He pauses and then offers a slow nod, waiting, wondering what she could possibly desire to tell him at a time like this, of all things.

Minutes pass as Echo remains rooted in place, still as her own shadow, and her eyes dart around as she stares at the patches of dry grass and sand beneath her paws. Her claws clench and unclench, digging into the earth like daggers as the wind of the forest (it’s trees so close, just behind them, a looming sort of presence that could engulf them whole) whistles through the surrounding branches, carrying stray leaves of many bright greens through the chilling breeze. Dusknoir watches them dance around Echo, twirling, floating down, down, down… but it’s quiet, too quiet, and Dusknoir feels a shiver pass through him when Echo’s voice finally rings out through the silence.

"When I evolved, Sora was petrified," She says, nearly a whisper, an admission that melts away her confidence and appears to bring her a flood of both shame and regret. Her face twists up then, strangely, like she’d felt a twinge of pain from somewhere deep inside the very fabric of her own soul and was unable to quell it. "She couldn’t even bring herself to look at me most days. At first, my appearance… well, it reminded her too much of you. And eventually of someone I used to be.”

Someone I used to be. At that, Dusknoir’s immediate reaction is to recall Echo’s previous life as a human, as the miserable shell of a creature surviving alongside Grovyle that he’d relentlessly hunted in the dark future. A human made of contempt and anger and apathy, who never smiled or laughed or cried or screamed like the old legends said humans would-- an entity that simply existed rather than lived. An echo of a life long dead and buried. But, judging by her tone, by her voice, by some uneasy intuition itching in the back of his mind like a swarm of pestilent Ninjask… he knows that she means something else entirely. Something that she isn’t willing to share. And frankly, that concept utterly terrifies him.

Someone I used to be. Dusknoir wants to speak, to break his own silence, wants to ask the myriad of questions bubbling up in his throat because this isn't the first time she's hinted at another life beyond being human, but those questions die at the source like a flame doused in water. And always the coward, coward, coward, instead he takes the easy way out by doing nothing at all. Whether Echo notices his surge of inner conflict or not-- the nervous wring of his hands and the tremble in his spine that he cannot control under her gaze-- she does not react.

“I’d take a step and Sora would flinch away.” Echo confesses, her markings flickering with light before going dark and dead, as if her body wished to snuff them out entirely, a deep seated rejection, a self-loathing so strong that Dusknoir cannot help but recognize it and empathize, and his heart aches, “It took ages for her to stop shaking when I’d speak. To stop looking at me like-- like I was going to…” 

Echo grimaces like she’s enduring waves of grueling torture and doesn’t finish that string of thought, but it’s not hard to make an educated guess on what went unsaid. Like I was going to betray her. Hurt her. Break her heart. She’s been through so much already and I couldn’t bear to be another influence in the history of her suffering. I hate myself because of how I made her feel. When her eyes went wide in fear and through them I could see myself staring back like some sort of burden, some sort of curse.

“I am not my past.” Proud and true, Echo straightens up and holds her head high, a spark igniting in her eyes, a glint of determination, a will to keep going and going despite such circumstances and strife, despite this horrid, unspeakable past that haunts her so, “And I am definitely not you. It’s taken a while, but I know that much now. I’ve accepted it.”

I am not my past. And I am definitely not you.

A sigh, a breath, and Echo glances at him with a certain sorrow that cannot be described, a sorrow that lingers even through the veil of her tenacity, "But no matter how I feel, no matter my conviction, my shadows still find ways through the cracks. Every time I think I'm getting a grip and that I might finally understand myself… I change all over again." She admits, sounding more angry and tired than defeated now-- like a mirror of her old self, her human self that had clawed and damned and cursed him, despised him more than anything. "I hate it. I hate that I never truly know who I am. That I have to learn about my past through stories others tell me, or through fragments of twisted, broken memories that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Through conflict and pain and… and..."

"Echo," Dusknoir murmurs her name softly, an offering, a potential escape if only she would wish to drop the subject and forget this conversation had ever happened-- if she'd overstepped and needed an excuse to back out, a diversion, an understanding. And briefly, Dusknoir wonders why she is opening up about this particular information, why she would delve into something so vulnerable, so personal. Why she would bring up this hurtful history when it obviously brings her great discomfort.

And then, he gets an answer.

“You’re lucky, Dusknoir." There it is, that wildfire burning in her eyes again. A spark that’s new and bold and startling. But lucky? No, never. He'd have to disagree, accounting the mountain of evidence that was his life and regrettable deeds.

"You already know exactly who you are and what you’ve done, and most importantly why. You have more than a tattered picture of yourself that reflects broken answers. And you can change with that knowledge. I see you trying.” She tells him, searching, looking for something so deeply and Dusknoir wishes he knew what it could be so that he could give it to her, because he would, he would gladly give it to her without a second thought if it meant they could be close again. But he isn’t a fool, and he’s wise enough to know they’ll never be like they were before. “And if somehow I could change, even as half-assed as I have. Well, then what’s your excuse?”

You can do it, say her unspoken words, I believe in you.

[silverpsychedelic]

I was thinking about what exactly the setting is for Cade's Manor and co, because it's obviously got elements of PMD but it's a fair bit different. How I see it is that there are many human influences remaining in the world, which suggests they were a pretty recent thing. The things they left behind are still in pretty decent shape and don't have much decay (maybe just being overgrown a bunch), but the current Pokemon populace speak of them like a far off memory or legend. So it's been a few generations at least. There ARE settlements around the place like in the standard PMD games, ones purely constructed by Pokemon, but there are also towns and even cities that have become populated as well.

I think Humans had evolved and developed to the point of the modern age/technology, BUT some sort of mass extinction occurred. It's why Cade's manor is very much of human function and design, and it borders on a large city of the same influence. It's probably why there are portraits of humans long since gone still on the walls within it, and lots of ads or billboards depicting humans from when they were around. The towns and cities has been taken over and changed to suit Pokemon needs, and they've rapidly adapted to life without humans.

Pokemon had lived beside humans for a long time, which is also why they could figure out how to use a bunch of human technology and resources after a while. And with things they can't, they just sort of fill in the gaps with their own processes. They took things from what they remembered of humans and modified them to suit Pokemon needs instead.

Not at all sure what caused the entirety of the human race to collectively kick the bucket just yet, maybe it was a cosmic event, maybe Arceus decided a factory reset was in order. Like many of my ideas, it simply started off as something that sounded funny: a ghost fights the local Pokemon government over zoning laws.

Here's a small doodle about it

[fujii-draws]

THEYRE SO SMALL COMPARED TO HIMMM

[sincerely-sofie]

Ohhhh, Anon's perfect apple ask is now giving me blessed imagery of Dusknoir cutting apple slices into bunny shapes. Maybe for Opal, maybe for him to show off, either way.

The soft, the dexterity, the GENTLENESS after such a prolonged period of violence he had undergone. Opal called him her gramps for a reason, after all.

(Referencing this post)

Hey how does it feel to have given me a prompt that had me tearing up all throughout the process of drawing it because of how unbearably heartfelt and endearing it is?

[scribz-ag24]

continuation of this

They ended up seeing reason and understanding that overworking themselves was not a solution to their emotional issues, all by themselves and with no outside intervention.

thanks you @graminos for the idea :DD

[front-facing-pokemon]

[vaugarde]

futuretrioshipping is so funny because grovyle and celebi have like a heartfelt confession and prepare to start their lives together and then they guy who was trying to get the both of them executed and worse is like ".....heyyyyyyyy" and instead of going "nah" they're also like "..... heyyyyyyyyyyyy"