#i do care about pokemon and want to give a safe home to as many as I can

[not-a-ditto]

Jadestar Sanctuary is under reconstruction! Don’t know if I’ll be keeping the name or not yet, but it’s unlikely.

[tyguy275]

Chromebook Tech Literacy Masterpost

I've seen a lot of posts about the systemic death of tech literacy in schools with the advent of ChromeOS, and instead of responding to them one by one, I want to create a masterpost to destroy the system. First: FUCK CIPA. The Children's Internet Protection Act is a United States FCC act that standardizes internet safety across the country. Public schools are not required to comply with this act, but they will lose discounts offered for the E-rate program. In short, if you don't want to put up web filters, then you don't get government grants for technology and Internet. Fuck that. Many of these workarounds bank on my personal experiences, so some solutions may not work with your web filters, but they definitely are a step in the right direction. For talking with friends: chat rooms are your friend. Many chat rooms for professional use act just like Discord, and many are just a single text channel. Several I've used include: Google Messages, Rumbletalk, Slack, Element, ClickUp, Pumble, and... in a pinch, Google Docs can give you a shared document that's practically impossible to block. For watching videos: some chat rooms, especially Rumbletalk, allow you to directly embed a YouTube video. This is rare, however, so we found some workarounds. Canva has a video search and embed function that allows you to play YouTube videos straight from the editing page of their slideshows. For anime, a website that I don't think is maintained as well but should still work is AnimeTribes. It is a .ru site but it is perfectly safe, as long as you don't click on ads. I've never seen it redirect you otherwise, and the owner used to be commonly found on the chat page. Another piracy site is 9Anime, which doesn't work on Chromebooks but is an infinitely better source in general. A non-anime video piracy site is Arc018, which is my favorite. It does redirect you decently commonly, but just take care to avoid those redirects and follow piracy suggestions that I will lay out further down. For adblocking: the easiest method is to use uBlock Origin. Though, with all the stuff that Google has been doing, I'm not entirely sure if it works anymore. I gave up on Chrome the second I could get away from it and I suggest you all do the same. For playing games: so. I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon games. SO if you do too you're in luck. The only thing I could come up with was to download GPemu, a ChromeOS based emulator. Unfortunately it's pretty bad, but apparently there's an alternative called EmulatorJS. I never used it myself, but if someone wants to try it and let me know how it goes, that would be appreciated. HOWEVER, none of these work without the games to play them with. I'm going to detail piracy safety later, but for now: Vimm's Lair recently got axed by Nintendo's DMCA, but some ROMs may still be available. Another source (which is admittedly undergoing some major changes) is The Internet Archive. I haven't done a lot of searching on the Archive, and I don't know if it works on Chromebooks, but try it and let me know :).

Circumventing the web filter: While those solutions work for specific things you can do online, these present a general solution, capable of multitasking and providing you much more extended freedom. The first is CroxyProxy, a completely free proxy service that can be added through the Chrome Web Store. If the Web Store is blocked, it can be accessed via the direct website or through specific IP addresses. These change frequently, and I’m absolutely positive the ones that I have access to are blocked or simply go nowhere useful. The other option, assuming you have a home computer connected to the Internet at all times, is Chrome Remote Desktop. It will work as long as both computers are signed in to one shared Google account and both are connected to the Internet.

But Ty... none of this works for me: Oh boy. I guess it's time for my trump card. The pinnacle of my Chromebook workaround career has culminated in this. The ultimate destruction of ChromeOS, all without jailbreaking the computer and getting in a LOT of trouble (don't do that please). My magnum opus came from my blossoming understanding of emulation and, specifically, Windows images. During my senior year, I successfully used a trusted and necessary source (unblockable) to emulate a Windows computer entirely through a single Chrome tab. This source… Microsoft Azure. This cloud computing service allows the creation of a remote desktop that will save data when offline. The biggest hurdle with Azure is that… it costs money. However, when I did it, I got 200 hours of emulation FREE, and I would highly recommend you find the same deal, if it still works. Things to note: you can make multiple accounts, but you will need to also have separate payment cards, as multiple accounts with the same card will flag and not be usable. The frame rate is decently shit, and there is no physical graphics card, so the vast majority of games will not run. I mostly used it for Discord. However, feel free to experiment and make it your own. Use this knowledge wisely, and run free, my friends. Fuck CIPA, and fuck ChromeOS!

Please feel free to reblog or comment with more suggestions, because I would love to add them!

[the-beauty-in-the-unexpected]

((a Pokemon IRL blog run by @theangstking, a Platinum protag OC who moved to Paldea after the events of the game))

my name is Naoyori, I'm 17 years old, and a student at Naranja-Uva Academy. use he/him pronouns for me.

if you recognize me from events that occured in Sinnoh - no you don't. that was years ago, and I'm not inclined to talk about any of it.

if you recognize me from my time as a coordinator? I'm more willing to talk about it.

I came to Paldea and enrolled in Naranja-Uva Academy to try and relax, get away from stress, and start a new life. I want to make friends that aren't associated with the traumatic experiences I've been through.

I enjoy training and interacting with Pokemon that I consider "misunderstood". Pokemon that get a bad rep from society for some reason or another. this leads me to love a lot of ghost, and dark type Pokemon. fairy and psychic types as well admittedly - you'd be surprised how many fairy and psychic types people won't give a chance because they consider them "creepy".

below the cut is my tag directory and information about my Pokemon.

Houndoom - Bones - male - my starter, essentially. my mother's Houndoom had an egg after we moved to Sinnoh, and she gave it to me to raise.

Hypno - Cookies - male - he loves cookies, and when I caught him as a Drowzee, it was actually because I won him over with cookies.

Vileplume - Petals - female - raised from an Oddish, she made it clear she wanted to evolve into a Vileplume early on. she's the prettiest Vileplume I've ever seen, though that may be bias because she's mine.

Spiritomb - Keys - female - met while unusually weak, I nursed her back to health and she decided to stay with me. she likes to dance.

Krookodile - Shades - male - met as a Krokorok, he actually bit me when we first met. he didn't like me at first - I'd caught him to take him to a Pokemon Center because he was injured. he quickly grew to begrudgingly like me, and now he's extremely protective of me.

Ambipom - Claps - male - a Pokemon I trained for battle, who still loves battling even. his legs needed to be amputated due to injury, but he manages perfectly fine making his way around with his tails.

Dusknoir - - male -

Toxicroak - Pies - male - named after a silly trait of his, he likes to throw pies in people's faces to make them laugh. he actually enjoys helping with baking.

Purugly - - female - she was declawed as a Glameow by a family, who later had her removed from their home due to mistreatment. she's been in my care since I saw her at an adoption center, I fell utterly in love with her. she evolved soon after I adopted her. she's never been much of a battle 'mon and I've never forced her into the role.

Gliscor - Fangs - male - a retired battler who now prefers to do a lot of acrobatic tricks. one of my contest stars.

Zorua - Tufts - male - a silly little Zorua I befriended with a bit of help. currently training to be part of my current battle team and doing amazing at it.

Houndoom - Lady - female - my mother's Houndoom who I recently took into my care.

Stunky - Stripes - female - a very skittish Stunky with an inability to spray, and her back leg doesn't work properly, neither of these things are inherently causing her any major issues however

Kantonian Slowpoke - Teefs - female - bitey little girl, her bites don't hurt and she's a sweetheart

shiny Kantonian Slowpoke - Sweets - male - didn't realize he was shiny at first, he's very easy-going, though I think a lot of his personality is currently being determined by the fact that he's tired a lot right now

Galarian Slowpoke - Spices - female - she loves music, and doesn't seem to be easily bothered by much of anything

Galarian Slowpoke - Beans - male - likes to stuff his face, loves eating, doesn't seem to be picky either

Morelull - Lights - female - very protective over Shrooms, feisty little gal

Shiny Morelull - Shrooms - male - cuddly and a little bit anxious, enjoys being held safely under my jacket when out and about

Piplup - Wings - female

Chimchar - Bananas - male

Turtwig - Scales - male

Eevee - Whiskers - male

tags :

originals - my own posts

reblogs - reblogs

answers - asks and submissions

wisps pranking saga - my Darkrai Wisps likes to play pranks...

((oocmun - ooc/admin posts

Pelipper Mail: on

M!As: off))

[popgoesthesneaselreturns]

Gavin : The Third Equinox

The being that lay in control of the mansion was too strong for Camil to beat alone. Yet, there was still something she could do. Something only she could do, she could learn the stories of those whose lives were toyed with by the monster. The innocent people who were made to act as the vessels of the monster, along with those made to become its victims. She would learn the truth then save them.

Most of the ghosts of the mansion were hard to approach they raged at her, attacked her, forced her away, yet there was one within the garden that did not act in such a way. And that was a Phantrump. It danced around her a pure smile upon its face. It welcomed her into its domain which seemed to be the garden. Unlike the rest of the mansion the garden felt like one of the only places that felt safe.

"My name is Camil, do you have a name?"

"Yes! My name is…wait…what was it again? Um…mother might know, but she's upset right now. I can't make her happy…not until the garden is perfect. I have to make it look good for her or she won't smile. Do you think you can help me? I wouldn't mind that!"

Camil smiled and nodded, this spirit still held some semblance of purity within it despite all that happened. Camil worked in the garden along with the ghost pokemon. Though, work was a stretch the ghost didn't actually do that much other than mime acts is likely had done while it was alive. Camil took this chance to draw in the soil sigils and runes for purification. She prayed then in her prayer the symbols began to glow spreading out across the garden.

The Phantrump looked confused by the act but smiled at the bright light allowing it within himself without any trouble. And with that the story of Gavin the third Equinox became known to Camil.

Music

Gavin laughed the garden was his true home, no where else in the mansion did he feel truly happy. His joy was second to none, he had a mother who loved him with all her heart. He was going become the third Equinox someday! Though, Gavin was still having trouble finding an art he could master. He didn't like staying inside, it was so boring! So, often he would come into the gardens planting flowers and giving them all names. He had been bad with them to begin with, but as he tried more and more his green fingers manifested. He read many books on botony learning how to do the basics with his mother his talent became known. His skills made the garden a shining place of beauty deep within the cold and empty mansion. And within the garden bright memories were shared between mother and child.

"Mother mother! Look at this flower! It is so pretty isn't it? I picked it for you! I grew it, and I named it, and I made a ring out of it!"

"Oh, Gavin…you need not do that for me. I just want you to smile."

"But mother, seeing you smile is what makes me smile!"

"Heh, you are such a silly child. But, that's what I love about you my beloved child. Come, I have some stories to read you."

The years pass, but as those years pass the relation that was once so loving and kind became twisted. Equinox became more distant venturing into the garden less and less causing Gavin to wonder what he had done wrong. He came to the conclusion that the garden was no longer pretty enough for his mother's tastes. So he worked diligently day after day making the gardens great and taking care of it all by himself. His mother would then start staring from the balcony upon the second floor. The gaze was cold, it made Gavin feel strange. He had to try harder, he had to make his mother smile again!

"Gavin…it is so beautiful…you truly are gifted! The sight of all your tireless work from this spot raises my heart to new levels. I am so proud of you! The view of it from here is fantastic! Please, come up and share this wonderful sight with me! My beloved child…"

"Yes! You finally smiled again! I'm so happy! I'm coming mother! Just wait right there! I'm coming to you! I won't be long!"

It was in this moment the the fates of these two were sealed.

Music Change

Gavin upon his day of his thirteenth birthday finally found the mother he sought to find for so long. She turned around smiling at him like she had before she vanished, the two hugged but it was in that moment that the monster took over the mother. Her hands reached down towards Gavin's throat as she began to strangle him. Gavin became shocked by the act and instantly pushed his mother away from him. It hadn't been with much force, yet the monster also pushed at that same time causing the tragic outcome it desired.

"Mother...what are you doing...I...it hurts stop it...ahhh..."

"You need to learn child...your life was one so beautiful...so filled with endless beauty...but you can never attain true balance that way. You need ugly...you need to suffer...to see the darkness of the world...it must consume your light...it must break you...it must devour you...if you think mere flowers are enough...to fill my empty soul...then you are truly foolish..."

"Mother...please...stop...why...why are you...I made it..."

"Oh, don't think I don't love you...I do...it is because I love you...that I must do this...beauty only lasts so long my beloved child. Your time has come...as I knew it always would...I will paint you..ugly..."

"LET...ME...GO!"

The second Equinox Nancy fell to her death seemingly from Gavin's push falling into the garden that had been the source of everything that gave Gavin his joy. Yet, now in this one moment everything Gavin ever knew became tainted and broken within mere moments. His mother's blood spilled across the flowers he had laboured to give life. Her broken body akin to a doll thrown down the stairs. Gavin screamed out in anguish at the sight. No, that had been an accident! He hadn't meant to do it! It wasn't his fault! It wasn't! He had been looking for her! He had wanted to show her the garden!

"Mother! NO! Why? Why? Why? Why? Why did you do that?! I never meant to hurt you! I wanted to show you...I worked so hard...it was all for you...mother...why did this happen?! WHY? WHYYYYYYY?!!"

Tears fell from his eyes, his gaze never breaking away from his mother's body. She seemed to be staring back at him, accusing him with her empty mask of killing her. That was when the monster made its next move. The mask rose up from the mother's body before then shooting up to impact the face of Gavin. The world then went dark.

Camil hugged the ghost, the story of the third Equinox was now known to her. The tragic story of a boy who had wanted to make the mansion's garden the greatest in the world simply to make his mother smile. That pure wish had been destroyed by the monster. To turn such a place of devotion into a place of blood was beyond creul. The blue feathered Sneasel prayed to her gods to shine their light upon this poor soul. To grant him the peace he so deserved to have.

"No, it wasn't your fault! You never meant to hurt anyone! You deserved to be happy! This never should have happened to you! It never should have happened to either of you! Don't worry, I will save her, I will save you...you have my word as a moon priestess."

Camil began to sing, her kind presance washing over what was left of Gavin his childlike soul reached out longing for that mother's touch that had been taken from him so long ago. His soul was amoung the most innocent found within the mansion. Unlike the others his pain was rather simple to unpack and mend. But, that didn't mean his story wasn't any less tragic. He was someone who had longed to spread beauty to the world through botony if he had lived another life he could have gained that dream. Yet, he had been stolen and raised here. It made sense why he had been so easy to appeal to.

Gavin had been the first experiment by the monster in this cycle of pain and suffering. He was taken control of when he was still young likely because the monster's power wasn't as assured back then. Likely the mother had managed to push back the monster many a time. Yet, in that one moment she had been made to attack the one she loved most. In a spot where she was most vulnerable to a push. For how else could a child kill their mother? It had to be an accident.

An accident made to happen due to the monster's machinations.

The rage Camil felt towards the monster grew ever more. Yet, this was only one of the many victims of this place. If she desired to put an end to its curse she needed to save the other souls from their torment.

[losingfayth]

it's nearing midnight and i'm walking home from a friend's apartment.

i'm sure i'm quite the sight to behold at the moment. my choice of gym short shorts is a bit premature for the weather. my hoodie would be perfectly seasonal if not for the curious choice to roll both sleeves up to my elbows. the cold is intense but manageable, and the sleeves don't even reach my wrists anyway. rolling them up at least gives the illusion that i want them to fail at covering my entire arm, rather than admit to any passersby that i chose a smaller size because i thought it looked nicer despite not accomodating my long, gangly limbs very well. the cheap fake crystals of my walmart cross necklace fail to catch the light of the streetlights, and the cross itself seems to contradict with my earrings which read "be gay, do crime." my glasses have rainbow frames. my piercings are numerous. my eyeliner is dramatically winged.

i'm sure i'm quite the sight to behold.

i feel, in this moment, like a character in an indie movie. i visually fit the part, surely, and i'm melancholicly listening to a sweet song about two lovers enjoying each others' simpler pleasures. it's a happy song that makes me sad.

i check my phone for new messages again. i texted my ex hours ago to see if she had time for me this weekend. i haven't heard back yet. she usually checks her phone before bed, so i should've seen something by now. but, then again, it is friday night. she could still be up. she could have plans.

that idea wrenches my chest. i can't imagine who she has plans with. i can imagine who she has plans with. i don't want her to have plans with him. god, please no.

i prayed earlier that we would be brought back together. i sure hope somebody listened.

i'm nearing the crosswalk, feeling like a character in an indie movie. maybe not an indie movie, actually. i may be "manic pixie," but i'm not exactly anyone's dream girl. maybe an alternative music video by some garage band out of portland. maybe that's more accurate.

then again... here's the thing: if i saw me, right now, in this moment, crossing the street in the middle of the night, a tall, alternative lesbian dressed inappropriately for the weather hauling an acoustic guitar on her back, i think i'd fall in love instantly. i would melt as she showed me her obscene pokemon merch collection (we love a girlie who's passionate) or explains her prescription insoles (we love a girlie who can make her own doctor's appointments). i'm no lesbian casanova, don't get me wrong, but i've fallen for girls with less going for them. why do i assume no one else is going to love all the same things i would?

i thought about a conversation. one i might have if i finally decide the jettison my ex-girlfriend from my life. "i deserve better than you!" i say.

...but, then again...

there's not too many people in this world who would put up with my bullshit. there's not too many people in this world who are as kind, caring, compassionate, loving, understanding as she is.

we visited her father's memorial one day. she was beside herself. an absolute wreck. but, before we left, she went to every single other memorial there and fixed it up. she straightened flags and put up fallen magnets and tended to plants. she did it like it was her job. like it was expected of her. and every time i bring it up, she responds the same way.

"it was the right thing to do."

i trust her to do the right thing in so many areas. i trust her to do the right thing almost all the time. the one thing i don't trust her to do right is keep safe my heart. she broke it once, and i'm here in agony again and again for her. if she truly doesn't want me, she should cut me loose for good. anything less is just cruel.

i feel like a character in an indie movie. a movie i want to end already.

[sucktacular]

Vent

At my parents place and have no words

Well actually I have too many words

If I ever ever ever talk about coming back here in the future someone PLEASE kill me instead it'd be less cruel

The moment I got in my old room I started sobbing and bawling my eyes out because this place is just so fucking disgusting and it truly shows my parents do not give a fucking shit about me or anything frankly

Dad gave me such a nice lil "I prommy we aren't disappointed and thus not keeping in touch as much we are actually just proud of you and trust you to take care of yourself out there" speech in the car when like LMFAO you're so funny I've literally been avoiding yall

And then don't even have the fucking brains or care to give me any clean sheets for my bed

Just two+ year old dirty sheets covered in pet hair and ceiling debris

Like I asked in AUGUST to come here like what the literal fuck is wrong with y'all (derogatory)

So my room had "water damage on the ceiling but we prommy it didn't leak" it did leak and the ceiling is literally cracked and falling down but okay I'll ignore the clear signs of a leak left in drippy dust on MY furniture I left

This house would make y'all vomit

Floors covered in ancient pet mess and the bathrooms.... Your skin would crawl. I don't even want to look at it let alone use it. I cleaned it with whatever cleaners I could find in the house cuz they also don't clean anything or have fucking dish soap to begin with let alone hand soap so that's cool and neat

Anyway please please tell me I'm a fucking idiot stupid moron and kick my ass if I ever talk about coming back here that doesn't involve "stopping by to pick up the last of my things"

They keep saying "hey if you wanna start over you're always welcome to come home" as if I wouldn't literally rather fucking kill myself than come LIVE here, let alone subject my poor fucking cat to this god forsaken house.

As if they weren't charging me $600 a month to live in my own fucking parents house when I literally had no where else to go when I was in my early 20s

but okay yeah sure I'll definitely come back to this moldy, putrid, rancid, and STILL piss smelling house to "start over"

I'd literally rather just end it man there's no way I'm ever coming back here

Y'all are deeply deeply fucked in the head

Like I thought I WAS BAD??? nawwwwwwwwww

Anyway I brought my own bed sheets and pillow and blanket cuz I figured it'd be better to be safe than sorry and I'm glad I did cuz I was exactly right that they wouldn't fucking do the bare minimum for my visit 👍

Leaving off on the only fucking positive I can muster from this fucking hell hole is I found a lot of my old cassettes and death note stuff I made and Pokemon cards and things

My lil Pikachu backpack from kindergarten... 🥺

Old sketch books

So to make it so I don't lose my god damn mind before Tuesday, I'll maybe share some photos of all that shit

Thank God I brought a whole fucking lot of weed with me LMAO (deeply pained laughter)

Also my dad is the most pissed off aggressive driver ever and I feel in fucking danger every time im in the car with him

Let alone a 2 hour drive from my place to theirs

End.

[cinnatwo]

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About one year ago...

There was no wind when the trees began to shake. A pulse went through them like the leaves were made of water and and a stone had just been tossed into their pond. Then, at the center of the ripple, a hole of light tore open, a celebi carrying an egg flew out, and the hole closed.

Celebi were guardians of the forest, a special environment tied to the power of time because of the age in the trees. This celebi was retired, like many. Their assigned forest far in the future had been completely torn down by humans. Retired celebis got to serve their father more directly, and had the task of delivering new siblings to a forest in a time and place that needed one.

The celebi looked around. Only peaceful, well watched forests deserved a guardian, so they had to pick where to drop the egg off carefully. If the people and pokemon did not care for the forest, there was no point in blessing them with a protector. This one seemed alright. In fact, there didnt seem to be any humans nearby at all-

"Are you sure nobody followed us?" It was a man's voice, coming closer.

Celebi quickly flew up into a tree with dense foliage. Maybe this wasnt such a great place for the egg after all.

The man came into view. He was dressed like a scientist, although his coat was rather damaged and burnt. Scientists tended to be a worse kind of human than others in Celebi's experience, but... they had to look a little to figure out what he was holding. It was a pale mewtwo kit. He was holding it like a human would their own baby, cradled in his arms. It was sleeping, and looked relaxed too. Celebi tipped their head to one side. This was unusual.

The man was talking to a shiny porygon floating besides him, which, to their surprise, spoke in a human voice. "I have not detected anybody, and I seriously doubt anyone has the stealth required to avoid my spectacular radar system."

"Right. I think this is a good spot to lay low. At least for a while. It doesnt look like anyone comes here but its near enough to civilization that living won't be hard. I'll have to be careful going into town but they're probably looking for a bald guy I can just wear a hat or something." He took a deep breath. "I can't believe that stupid plan worked."

"At least you're finally acknowledging how idiotic it was. Do you think the others are ok?"

The man frowned. "No, almost definitely not. The boss would be very interested in them, especially after seeing their power on display. But we can't really do anything about that. And I could tell they wanted to do what they did, despite the risks, for this little guy. They'd want us to keep him safe."

"This is true. I was still unraveling their method of communication, but I think they said they consider this guy a sibling and would risk everything to help you."

The celebi had heard enough. Apparently this man had risked his life to save the mewtwo kit. They couldn't ask for a better human to have their sibling share their home with. The man and porygon talked a little longer about how to keep their home hidden and who they could trust to reach out for help, then walked off to explore.

Celebi came down from the tree and also went to explore, trying to find a good spot to put the egg. Delivery wasn't supposed to take this long, it was going to hatch soon. They found a pretty patch of yellow flowers and set it down there. They gently laid a hand on it to give it a final blessing.

"May you bring this man hope that peace and safety is possible in this special place."

Another hole of light tore open and they flew through, the air perfectly resealing itself after they had gone.

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[bluesthebest]

You are seven, and this is a dream.

And you remember seven, because seven hurt a lot for plenty of reasons, so you, a thirty year old, have had this nightmare before many times.

It was always washed out and dulled in these dreams, because half of it is your head catastrophizing the worst possible outcomes. You'd do something wrong in these dreams.

You'd break something, you'd underperform, you'd do something mundane and average when the expectation was to perform and keep peforming. Don't stop performing even if you're seven and a lot of your world was ripped out from under you. In this dream, you're with your grandfather, and you've done something wrong.

To his credit, Oak never raised his voice at you for no reason, but you dream and you remember the littlest raise of the voice as a yell and he yells at you for the simple fact that you have nothing that you have done that you can be proud of.

You only ever wanted to impress him. You wanted to be like him. He's so disappointed in you.

You're a failure, a bully, not a trainer and certainly not worthy of any titles.

And the nightmare continues, your own perfectionist violence against yourself wheeling back around and stabbing you in the back as deep as your grandfather's disappointment.

You used to think he avoided you entirely for this reason. Maybe that's why…

You can't wake up.

It's been a while since he's had these kinds of dreams, it shouldn't affect him as much as it does. But it's always the same outcome, this time he was inside the building where the old man worked and spent his life. Never felt like he could do anything to ever get him to leave. There was almost a glass wall between them...

Caught the biggest fish? Didn’t matter, made him a gift? leave it on the desk, JUST second place at the pokemon trivia behind Leaf? Why did he even try? But THIS. Of course. Once it was one of his things it was personal.

All eyes on him.

Typical.

I lost my temper today...

Shattered glass on the floor of his sisters gift she gave him on fathers day, a vase with wild flowers now scattered everywhere but he didn’t care…Oak couldn’t stop for ten minutes to look at him. So he should of known it would happen since he's so smart… If he just stopped ignoring Blue, he wouldn't have to do these kind of things.

Is his fault.

Wish he's acknowledge that...Stubborn old bastard...

I just wanted to show him something I made...

He was over this. So over it but he couldn't move. Refusing to even look until it was over. This memory was whirling in his head but…Something was wrong…

The yelling was growing louder, thunderous, it started to pierce into him more than it ever did before. This wasn't his usual spill. Grampa was noting things that he hasn’t even done at this age…They were starting to get personal; they were attacking his own self-worth.

This memory was skewed, it was starting to feel like he was in danger. He wanted to run home, run somewhere safe but Blue felt likes his shoes were bolted to the floor, his grandfather was moving closer to him it made him uneasy... His eyes moved away to look at anyone but his grandfather seeing the lab assistance looking at him too.

Judging him.

They didn't think he's worthy of being his grandson either... He didn't even have to assume, they were whispering so damn loud...

The chattering started to get louder and louder, it was unbearable, he couldn't hear himself think. Worthless? Stupid? Annoying? A bully? Selfish? A cheater? Undeserving? His Dad was better? His hands clamped against his ears.

It just keeps going! Enough!

I'm trying to talk but the words won't come out I just want it all to stop. Why won't it stop?! Just shut up and I don't care about this! Leave me alone!

There was talk about his dad comparing to him, to Oak to his other families, how he needs to step up how he needs to stop being this dense.

Stop wasting everyone time.

Shut up!

Failure isn't an option.

SHUT UP

Just give up.

I SAID SHUT UP!!!

..

..

..

Echoing loudly through his dreams his eyes snapped open staring up at the ceiling. He was in his room staring down at his blankets. Blue felt his body was filled with adrenaline; he hasn’t had a dream like that in a while…But were they always so intense?...

Before he could think anymore about it his phone vibrated on his nightstand, picking it up to see Rika texting him.

Seems like he’s not the only one having a bad night.

[rubykgrant]

You're welcome, on the foster families they're adopted from, what're the gijinka starters' foster families like? Are some of them positive or not? -The Anon with No Name

Hello Anon with No Name! I'm so sorry this took a while for me to reply; asks get buried, and then I get busy with real life problems, nothing bad, but stuff happens. I hope you understand, and are doing well~

For the Pokemon gijinka kids, they've had a mix of good and bad experiences. Sparky kept getting sent to over-crowded homes when he was little, and often he would go find his own little club-house of sorts to have some space for himself. At one point, he had been spending so much time in this little fort he made near a park than the foster home... he just decided to stay there all the time. He kept walking to school (this was between 2nd and 3rd grade), but he didn't go back to the home after. Eventually, the home was shut down because the adults weren't being responsible, and after almost a whole YEAR, people realized they had misplaced a whole kid! Somebody eventually figured out he was still going to school, and at last he was taken to a better home that gave him proper care and attention (so were the other kids from that group). When he was 10, he moved in with a young woman that eventually adopted him officially, and while he still had some issues in life, he didn't have to worry about feeling safe

Shellshock had relatively positive experiences in his foster homes regarding the adults, but other kids could really pick on him. For a while, he was too timid to tell on them, feeling like he had to be as agreeable as possible. When new little kids came to his foster home, he would be protective of them, and this is when he started to be a little more confident. The only other problems he had was a few unpleasant teachers at his school, who seemed to think "This kid looks big and strong, he must not be very smart", and it would embarrass him when they basically heckled him in class. How do you stand up to a rude teacher that doesn't think they're being rude? When he found a good friend group who had family members they trusted, he finally told somebody about this, and they put a stop to it at the school. He really is a good student, clever and talented in many areas

Charmer had some OK foster homes when he was really little, but in middle school he got placed with a family that had a lot of their own anger issues (nothing too terribly abusive, but still lots of arguing and nobody knew how properly resolve anything). He ran away from there a lot, and hung out with other "bad kids" for a while. He might have been a little punk, but he never wanted to cross the line into being somebody who was cruel... at first, when he tried to really make a change, nobody listened to him. The system basically failed, ignoring him when he asked to be placed with a different family, and teachers who wouldn't give him another chance after skipping class. He finally found somebody who listened, and got a new foster family that didn't care about any bad decisions or mistakes. They accepted him and helped Charmer feel like he could grow at last

Bough ironically had what some people would think of as a "dream" home at first. Early on, he lived with a young rich couple that were considering adopting him, but it was mostly to make their image look good (adopting an orphan to get good publicity). When he was about 8, they wound up getting in trouble for some kind of money embezzlement, and suddenly he was abandoned. He was very quiet and withdrawn for a while, not connecting with any new people because he didn't trust anybody... it wasn't until he started making friends with other kids and visiting their homes, he finally began to open up again. Sometimes kids at school would tease him for being a "poor little rich kid", but he had never really been spoiled. Even in the expensive home, he was neglected. When he sees what it feels like to really be cared for, he's happy in the home he has

In different ways, they were all lonely and mistreated at some point, but genuinely find families that love them, and care for them properly; they have enough to eat, toys and games to play with, plenty of clothes to wear, and their hobbies/interests are encouraged. They also find true friendship with each other, so even when other difficult situations come up in life, they aren't alone anymore.

Thanks for asking~

[leggerefiore]

▼Warden Ingo NSFW HCs▲

18+ below, take precaution and all that!

● There's always a strange exhibitionistic urge within him to fuck out in the wild. He's invigorated by the thrill of someone catching someone so respected as him balls deep in his partner out in the open. You often have to a slap a hand over his mouth to silence him lest he cause a minor avalanche or attract attention to you. (Melli has seen you doing it once and was disgustingly intrigued. Is that what the filthy Pearl Clan thought was okay? In his highlands?)

● He's still extremely loud, to a point whenever you bang even in the comfort of your own home, pokemon start scattering in fear. It doesn't help, he's constantly chattering about things between his wanton moans and groans. “You're too tight! I don't think I can make it very long, dear… Cum for me, please!” His hand already working at your sex to send you over the knife's edge.

● Whenever he gets frustrated from anything, he basically wants to fuck it out of his system, so regularly find yourself in for quickies throughout the day. Part of you wonders if there's another reason, as he always cums inside you. He grows flustered if you ever mention this.

● Becomes extremely rough after you accidentally call him Warden in bed. His sacred title perverted into something much dirtier. You'll use on it whenever he is being too tender for your tastes (which is often). For some inexplicable reason, should you call him boss, he becomes even more ferocious and starts growling out commands. Some part of his brain likes that word a lot.

● He really likes oral, despite the risks it may have in the time period. His tongue laps at your entrance as you sit on his face, his careful, strong hands grasping at your thighs. Ingo adores all of your cries and whispers; his pleasure comes from watching you. Please let him work you into as many orgasms as you can take.

● There's this gentler, more vulnerable side to Ingo that he feels safe allowing you to see. In those moments, he gives over control to you and lets you do whatever pleases you with his body. Ride him, fuck him; he doesn't care, just take all the pleasure you can from his form. Well, make sure he cums, too. His face is absolutely beautiful as he does, deadpan, completely broken. The sounds he makes are delicious as well. Ingo truly trusts you.

● Slight breeding kink that comes a deep urge to start a family, whether you can or can't (so long as you're alright with it), he talks about knocking you up with young and how he would take proper care toward all of you. Things mentioned like you being swollen with his twin children (always twins. Why does he want twins? Not even he knows, truly), and how you'll do so well in raising them. He buries himself deeply as his warm spend settles within you.

● An unknown kink for wax play. There's something about candles with him that leads to him wanting to carefully drip the hot wax onto your body. There's something strangely erotic about the soft groans that leave you alongside the irritation of your flesh. Ingo presses loving kisses to each spot the wax touches as he ruts against you gently.

[prof-peach]

What would make a good ghost-type starter? My kid's about to turn ten and REALLY wants a Gastly. I think it's because the Ecruteak Gym Leader, Morty, and his Gengar are like, her childhood heroes. She says she even wants to be a ghost-type specialist. Honestly though, I'm kinda reluctant. I mean, you've heard the rumors about ghost-types and children, right?

Your concern as a parent is wholesome, and I can understand your reluctance to dishing out a ghost Pokemon without further investigation first, so let’s put some rumours to bed here.

The dex entries often depict ghost types and tricky, scary, wild and sometimes even dangerous, stealing children away, being living grudges, turning lost kids to Pokemon, and being overall hard to handle, often somewhat lacking in empathy even.

This is what a dex does, it’s built for kids, it’s information is out there to inspire kids to find intrigue in species that are overlooked. When your little, you make up stories, as a parent I’m sure you know, some of those stories your kids tell you seem actually terrifying, horrific, some kids love to indulge in the creepy, the unusual. It’s not to be feared, it’s to be celebrated. The dex is an exaggeration, a base for further learning, and often the gateway to kids wanting to know more. There is a fatal downside, their entries and statements about some species can be unnerving to a regular adult. We are fearful, we see this potentially spooky dangerous thing and of course we want to protect the family from that. But the info given is often a 1% (at most) chance occurrence.

Phantump? They aren’t born of lost kids in the woods. You ask any breeder worth their salt, and they’ll tell you they’ve seen those Pokemon hatch from eggs like everything else.

Drifloon, tries to steal kids apparently? Nah, they’re lighter than air, most of their movements just simply look that way, but it’s usually the wind pushing their bodies about. They’re actually very kind pokemon.

What else, oh, Banette. Born of a discarded toy with an eternal grudge? Haha nope. They aren’t all made that way, at all, many evolve to be perfectly happy healthy Pokemon with a lot of love for their trainers.

The dex focuses in on the unusual, the extraordinary, the facts that statistically will interest their target demographic most, and kids have way less fear than us. Look at yours. She’s been exposed to the same stuff you have, yet she’s not hesitant to want a ghost type, she’s not afraid, not learnt that fear yet, which is an incredibly good thing.

On the very unusual case where a ghost type is like their dex entry, it’s usually captured, aided, and rereleased in a secure location, away from those who could get hurt by it.

Ghost Pokemon do not hatch with a choice of body, a choice of type, or a set of rules to follow. Just like us, they learn and amble through their life trying to find satisfaction, friends, work, family, love and kindness, and to figure out how they fit in it all. They’re highly complex and empathetic Pokemon, often treated differently because of what they are, rather than who they are. When they find people and Pokemon who don’t treat them with hostility and unkindness, they will spend their life with them, they will give everything for them, protecting their loved ones with the ferocity other species can’t muster.

I for one think that as long as your kid knows what to expect, and is responsible and reliable in caring for a Pokemon, then perhaps it’s a good time to start looking. A ghastly is a perfectly fine starter, they have low care requirements, snacking occasionally, but feeding mostly from places of reflection or worship.

You know why ghost types always hang around graves? It’s how they feed. When people reflect, they produce a certain kind of energy, it is not something you can measure easily, or see, but a ghost Pokemon can sense it. They have learnt to live off the energy people expend reflecting, and the most common accessible place to get this for a ghost type, is graves. They also frequent places of worship, monuments beloved by locals, and buildings that once housed a lot of love. You can tell when an abandoned house had something truly terrible happen in it, not even the ghosts will feed there. The energy is bitter to them, and many don’t care for it.

To help your kid, set up a place within the house where you, your family, your other Pokemon, can go to reflect. Some people build this space around the telephone, or computer. When thinking of, or talking to distant loved ones, the same energy is produced, so at home the ghost type can snack and not run low on energy. It’s a nice modern day adaption that’s makes caring for ghost much easier thankfully. Spending 10-20 minutes every other day in the reflection zone will feed the ghost, but will not drain you or your kid. They do not eat up a lot from us, nothing we haven’t already expended.

Along with this, be aware that the ghost line can be somewhat nocturnal, so setting up a regular bedtime might be a little tricky, so that the Pokemon is accounted for, but also so the kids not out all night, that’s not safe at all. Sunset seems to be their peak active hour on average, long shadows mean they can jump around fast between dark patches, a trick ghost show off regularly.

If you are worried, try to make time to go out with your kid and their partner, to a park or maybe a more central street that’s well lit, so they can practice and be trainers in a safe environment. I can totally get not wanting them out in the dark alone, safety always comes first.

What else. She’ll probably have to start carrying an umbrella around. Ghastly aren’t too keen on suuuuper bright light, midday is not easy for them, but some do not want to sit in the pokeball while their trainer is up and awake, they want to play and be around them. An umbrella means they can get some shade no matter the time of day, and have some freedom to move about even in harsh sunlight. Too long in the sun will drain them of energy, and they’ll need to rest and sleep it off, recharge at the reflection station at home, or go spend an hour in a churchyard or something.

They eat most things and sleep anywhere, so there’s not a huge amount of specialist items to be bought for the home. Test different flavours on them, and try to find a ghastly that has a temperament that’ll get along with your whole family. You should definitely check out local adoption centres, they are in undated with ghost types this time of year. People hand them in for all sorts of reasons.

Little tip, if you bring Morty spicy baked goods, like chilli cheese bread or something, he’s more inclined to help you. He hangs out near the burnt tower a lot with his team, and takes trips to the local food festivals too, so if you notice an advert for one, see if you can catch the guy there. He’s reluctant to take on students, but if your kid turns up with a ghastly, and (from what I can assume) and overabundance of energy for Pokemon, plus a spicy treat, the guy melts a little and you can ask questions or request a little time for your kid to get some tips and tricks from a professional gym leader. I think it’d be interesting to investigate at the least, sounds like he’s the closest link between her and the Pokemon she so desperately loves. Plus how cool would that be for her? Gets to talk to her childhood hero. Kind of cool.

As a parent, I advise you get some cleanse tags too. There may be rooms you don’t want them entering, or items you don’t want them messing with (knives/power tools ect) , placing a cleanse tag on each wall, or on the items, will stop them interacting with them, so you can sit knowing things are safe for the Pokemon and your family.

In short, don’t knock the ghost types, they’re just as important, kind and loving as any other Pokemon. I’m not saying naughty troublesome ones don’t exist, but chances are you’ll find one that’s a great match for your family. Thank you for asking questions and not jumping to just get a Pokemon ASAP, you’d be surprised how few people do their homework before inviting in a new Pokemon to the home.

[neon-moon-beam]

Following up on this post as well as this one...

This has been edited due to getting more context.

Some spoilers for PLA under the cut.

Even though it IS official, and was posted early due to bookstores in Japan releasing the book a day early, the initial tweet that got people riled up didn’t have any context to it, so it was nice to see that not everyone took it at face value. I’ve noticed in more recent years especially, people are quick to react to something without looking into it first and this often creates more problems.

Leaving these paragraphs here but with a strikethrough as they are no longer accurate.

As far as I can tell, there’s no real confirmation on the alleged pages from what is supposed to be the PLA guidebook that actually has not come out yet? A cursory Google search showed the guidebook being on pre-order for the 21st, and releasing in Japan on the 16th (today). From what I have seen, the person who initially posted the pages gave no further information about what the images are or where they came from.

Someone else pointed out to me that the image has a lot of hallmarks of being a hoax (though these things don’t mean this IS a hoax); no source, and it plays into a lot of popular headcanons/fanart. Think about it. How much funny fanart of Ingo falling flat on his face to be discovered by the Pearl Clan or Sneasler have you seen, even though Ingo himself says he was found standing around with no idea where he was or how he got there? How many people joked about Submas having receding hairlines due to no official art of them without hats and the way the plushes’ heads look under the hats? The alleged concept art gives us two things many people thought would be funny to see, and one thing most people did not want (that Ingo has been in Hisui for much, much longer than originally thought). However, the next part is still relevant. Several of the tweets mention the inaccuracy between Ingo being depicted as having been found laying on the ground “XX years ago” and his own account in-game, and everyone seems confused as to what “XX” means, and that him being there for decades doesn’t seem to work.

Speaking about that last point again, none of what is apparently stated or inferred (as the photo of the page doesn’t say anything about Ingo’s age) fits into the timeline of events given in PLA at all. As so many other people and I have pointed out, the Rift hasn’t been open for very long, Ingo still appears to be somewhat of an outsider to the Pearl Clan/Irida, who would have known Ingo most of her life if he arrived 10+ years before the events of the game, speaks about him as though he’s still an outsider despite his Warden status, his amnesia is presented as urgent/a more recent problem, he seems to start recovering memories after having a simple conversation with the player character which, well, why wouldn’t that have happened 10+ years ago with someone else?

Also consider this; we know from Laventon at the start of the game that Jubilife Village has only existed for two years. We also know from the end of the first story arc that Kamado and Beni’s home town was destroyed by raging Pokemon and this event has traumatized them and influenced every decision since then. If they arrived in Hisui looking to create a town safe from wild Pokemon attacks and never have what happened to their previous home repeat itself, they probably would not choose to do so in a region with a giant, menacing rift in the sky. And if the Rift had opened early enough in their establishing Jubilife Village, they probably would have packed up and left. It’s probably only been there a couple of months.

If this is canon information rather than an unused or changed concept, it would suggest that tons of players misinterpreted events of the game that seemed relatively clear-cut, or it would mean the developers somehow didn’t notice or care that Ingo’s backstory that would only be mentioned in supplementary material wouldn’t hold up in the game’s canon. Both of these are fairly unlikely, especially given how much detail and care was put into PLA.

Apparently the pages of the Wardens are all we have so far. I’ve seen no mention yet as to whether or not there was text giving additional context as to whether or not these are scrapped ideas about Ingo, or if not, how they fit into the game’s canon when there’s some glaring contradictions. It poses more questions than it answers. The images are described as “concept art”, which could mean they’re unused concepts. For example, the Legend of Zelda series’ Hyrule Historia and Creating a Champion include the final character designs, as well as earlier concept art or unused designs or even entire characters that didn’t make the final cut. However this book seems to only have final designs for the Wardens. This doesn’t mean the information about Ingo that contradicts in-game info IS canon, but the lack of explanation isn’t helping anyone understand his appearance in PLA any better.

If anyone has any further official information, let me know. I don’t want to spread misinformation!

[shivada-jade]

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modern!au/idol!au

characters: aether, lumine mentions: venti, xiao, kazuha, barbara, azhdaha warning(s): swearing because lumine and aether are siblings

notes: i've been lACKING these idol au's so im gonna write more idol au's because i nEEED it

You were seven when you were introduced to the twins. Coming from a foreign land, you struggled with the language they spoke in, but they were patient with you and taught you their language and much more. The twins were multilingual and explained it was from their frequent traveling and relatives from different places.

You and the twins were close, but Lumine spent more time with you, making Aether whine a lot. He would always poke sticks at you and hide your legendary, full art Pokemon cards to catch both Lumine's and your attention. It does work, but Lumine's mad.

"Aether!" She'd scream with a lisp because of a missing tooth. "Stop doing that!"

Oh, but Aether is a sibling, meaning he'd play the 'innocent' card. "Stop doing what? What am I doing?"

In the end, you'd always have to call their parents when they fist fight at the sand pit. "Aether and Lumine's mom! They're fighting again!"

"Again?" The tall blonde sighed. "Thanks for telling me, hon."

After a good scolding, Aether and Lumine would be totally okay the next minute like nothing happened. You were used to their banter and rightfully took your Pokemon cards back. Lumine stuck a tongue out, blowing a raspberry at Aether when he turned his back, grabbing three large sticks.

"Fight me!" He cried with glee, giving one stick to his sister and one to you. "I will be the grand king of the sand pit!"

You vaguely remember the rest. Maybe you lost the 'sword duel,' or maybe you didn't, but what you did remember was this tall kid playing with his cat and eating the sand. Forget the kid, the only thing you remember is his cat's name called Azhdaha.

Your hands close your story book. You would never admit to your friends, but Lumine and Aether that you still read fantasy. The other kids in the neighbourhood would laugh saying what you were reading is a kid's story.

"So what if it's a kid's story? If you like it, read it," Lumine says aggressively while Aether opens the door for both of you.

"Lumi's right. They think they're all grown up, but they're kids too," he closes the door behind him, waving goodbye to your grandma rocking on the porch. "What's the story about anyway?"

You walk ahead, leading the two to a local mall. Every week, Aether, Lumine and yourself would spend Fridays and Saturdays together.

You and Lumine often joke how Aether doesn't do 'Saturdays are for the boys.' To which, Aether would scoff and reply with, "Boys who say that are stupid, not all but most. Saturdays are for spending time with people you care about. I don't care if they think I'm weak."

You step foot in the bus, tapping the card to pay for your admission. The twins, walk behind, doing the same and sitting next to you on the bus.

"It's called 'Songs of a Siren.' It's cool, you should check it out." You say, scooting a bit closer to the side so Lumine could have more pace to sit. The bus is packed. Teenagers littered inside, only a few adults were there including the bus driver. "Let's leave. Teenagers stink."

"...But you are one."

"Well-"

After the next stop, you push yourself through the crowd, trying to exit. Lumine pushes people, muttering a few 'excuse us' while dragging her brother. Your feet land on the concrete sidewalk and you finally breathe freely.

You see the twins finally get off the bus and tilt your head, "Let's go, the mall isn't gonna wait for us."

Entering the mall, the first thing you pass by is a clothes shop. You and Aether share a look, quietly doing rock-paper-scissors behind Lumine who's beaming to go inside.

Rock.

Aether chooses paper.

You droop to the floor because you're dramatic, knowing that once you go in the shop, you'll be the one carrying Lumine's purchases.

"Alright, Lumine," you say sighing. "Let's go shop."

You see Aether in your peripheral vision, pumping his fist laughing a quiet, "Yes!" when Lumine takes out her wallet.

"I know you did rock-paper-scissors." She counts the bills from her wallet, "But I'm buying for Aether which means even if you carry the things I buy, Aether's gonna have it much worse because he will be trying on everything I tell him to wear." She grins, settling with a black debit card.

After hearing this, Aether tries to walk in another shop to avoid dressing up for Lumine, but his sister quickly catches on and pulls him by the ear and walks in the clothes shop.

"Let's go!" She says to you, "These clothes won't shop themselves!"

...

"This one?"

"No, you look like grandpa in that outfit."

"Well what if I like looking like grandpa, huh? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Some people can pull off the sexy grandpa look. You're not 'some people.'" Lumine pulls out another outfit from the rack. "Try this one," she laughs, seeing Aether's horrified face and pushes him in the dressing area.

This is the ninth clothes shop you three go to, and you were starting to feel bad for Aether who had to wear every outfit Lumine wanted him to wear.

"Lumi," you say calmly, having trouble holding five shopping bags on each arm. She's on a shopping spree and you wonder how she gets all the money to buy these things. "That should be enough shopping for the day. I'm hungry."

The blonde lifts a hand. "Hold on a second," she smiles before banging on the changeroom door, "AETHER LET ME SEE THE FIT."

You can hear the loud sigh from the other side of the door as it slowly opens. He only peeks his head out, shyly mumbling, "This is embarrassing. I don't want to walk out like this."

Lumine rolls her eyes and pulls the door open, revealing Aether in a white dress shirt and dark pants.

Aether lifts an arm, inspecting the design. "It's a bit..." he pauses, thinking of a way to not offend his sister. "It's not my style." His eyes seek for your help to back him up, but you couldn't. The style on him looks so ethereal to him, and Lumine has the same idea.

His twin ran up to an aisle and picked out two accessories: a silk cloth and a floral pin. Lumine shushes Aether who tried to punch her.

"Shut up Aether, you'll look great." She pins the black rose onto the front of his shirt and ties the silk cloth around his neck. She steps a few steps back, making a rectangle shape to symbolize a picture frame and elbows you lightly. "He looks okay for once."

Okay is underwhelming, but to describe Aether better, he looks celestial. The warm studio lights hug every angle of Aether from head to toe. His golden eyes seem to brighten more and the outfit only accentuates his physical traits more.

From the corner of your eye you spot a tall-ish man who has been wandering past the same aisle but never picking anything up. He wears ordinary clothes- a T-shirt and jeans (rather stylishly), but you know from his incoming aura he's more than just an ordinary person.

You tap Lumine discreetly while still holding onto her shopping bags and tilt your head towards the man.

Aether, who keeps picking on the cloth around his neck goes frigid when the strange man walks up to him.

"Hey kid," he says cooly. He looks Aether up and down, lifting his shades to see clearer, and pulls out a small business card from his pocket. "You look like idol material. Ever thought about being a part of a boyband?"

Out of politeness, Aether takes the card and laughs nervously, "Not really" He looks at Lumine and you for help, but you two pretend to not know him when he turns to you.

The man shoves his hands in his pocket, blowing a bubblegum and popping it. His hair slightly tousles when he turns, waving a hand.

"If you ever do decide if you wanna be an idol, auditions are held next week at 10AM," he saunters off. "If they ask who recruited you, tell them a man by the name of Valentin did."

His lavender irises looks back once more before leaving the store, "The people from Teyvat Entertainment are introduced by my very hands. Don't disappoint me."

The automatic sliding doors open for him and he waves the store greeter a goodbye.

You see Aether's eyes scanning over he card Valentin gave. His lashes flutter quickly, signaling you and Lumine he was either shocked, or confused.

Lumine grabbed the paper, a habit she picked up due to being a twin and having to share everything with Aether who won't share. Her lips part, showing the card to you.

Teyvat Entertainment.

A company who created the world's famous DCKZ and the idol, Barbara. Teyvat Ent. has one of the youngest, top rookies of the year because of a group called TVT Dream. A company with many celebrities' and the business card is legit.

A store worker no older than your age meekly walks up to the three of you and asks, "Hey, uh. Are you ready to purchase your clothes?"

...

Aether shoves Lumine (don't worry she shoves him 10x harder) on the stairs while you watch from a safe distance.

You wave hello to their mom before waltzing into their home like you did many other times. You were their third child in their mom's eyes.

You slam the twins' room open and lay yourself on the bottom bunk of their bunkbed. "So do you wanna check Teyvat Entertainment?"

You fish out your phone from your pocket and hand signal for Aether and Lumine to come close to see. Your phone turns on, showing the lock screen of the twins in their embarrassing toddler moments then unlock it. Quietly laughing at the twins who have their faces beet red from the photograph.

"Why do you have that pic? DELETE IT."

"Did mom give that to you..."

You ignore them, opening up Google and typing in the Teyvat Ent. website and search their contacts. You ask Aether for the business card, comparing the two numbers side by side, and Valentin is indeed one of the scouts for the company.

You shut your phone off, hugging the two siblings together tightly. "Whether Aether decides he wants to be an idol or not, we'll still be the best of friends."

Lumine grins, squishing your cheeks, taking a closer look at you. "Well, duh. Are you scared we'll fall apart? No, if anything you should be scared we're never going to leave you alone even if you're 60 and married."

You pinch her cheeks and start to say something until you hear sniffles and coughing. You turn to Aether who was hiding his tears.

"Shut up, I'm not crying." He harshly wipes away the water falling from his eyes, "When I go famous, I'm going to give you my autograph so you can sell it and eventually get 20 cars and houses."

...

You were a teen when the dark-haired Valentin scouted Aether to be a trainee in Teyvat Ent.

You note that without Aether, their home is extremely quiet. It's odd not seeing Lumine scream at Aether for taking her hair clips. It's odd not seeing Lumine aggressively pull on the colourful flower hairclips on Aether's hair, just to get the clips back. It's so odd not seeing Aether is general.

Lumine scrolls through her phone, looking for furniture to add to her new apartment she shares with you. The only thing in the newly bought apartment is three mattresses, three plates, and three cups, just in case Aether visits. Though, Aether visiting is rare. His visits only happen during December for Christmas, but even then he had not visited. It's been two years since you and Lumine last saw him.

You stare at your last sent messages to the blonde boy.

▶ hEY. (threatening)

YO

▶ take care okay? lumine's worrying all the time for ur health bc she keeps watching yt vids on how idols over-do themselves from training

haha thanks for telling me

are you sure it's not you who's worrying 🧐🤧

the last thing lumi sent to me was "FUCK YOU"

▶ well the last thing you sent to her was "U BUTT"

▶ and she took that seriously

are you siding with her?

▶ yes

oh okay, frick you too seen three months ago

Your feet pad against the wooden tiles, grabbing a glass of water while scrolling through twitter. You lift the glass to your lips and almost choke from the water you drink.

You click the link on the phone with the title "Debuting boy band already claiming the hearts of many! Please welcome 4nemo!" Four boys stand in the picture, one being Aether.

You place your glass to the sink and run to Lumine, sitting next to her and who her your phone. She reads it over and visibly shakes. You swear she was about to cry until she takes the phone from your hand and starts throwing it, "AETHER THAT BITCH. HE DEBUTES AND SAYS NOTHING."

You're mortified and pull your friend away from your phone, "THAT'S A NEW PHONE, STOP." You push her away and run to your device, clicking on the link.

"One, two, three! Hello we are," Aether, the familiar blonde says.

His group members follow after him. "4nemo!" They say in chorus. One by one they start introducing themselves.

"Hi I'm Aether!"

"Kazuha," one says with a raise of a hand.

An energetic member steps up with a grin, "And I'm Barbisabeto!"

"He's Barbatos, forgive him." Teal undertones make it's way to the camera, "Hello, I'm Xiao.

The one with twin braids step up, mischievously grinning. "Please take care of us and support us during our journey through the music industry."

His teal eyes squint behind the camera, whispering to the member behind him. "Psst, Xiao. I can't read I'm blind."

Xiao rolls his eyes and steps up, slightly bowing, "Please support our debuting group, we will see you in our music videos."

But Lumine and you never paid attention to what they were saying. Both of you just started crying insults of endearment to Aether because he looks so... different. His face had mature and he's a real idol now.

Reality sinks in.

Now that Aether had a growing fanbase, it's going to be harder to contact him.

"Lumine, how are we going to talk to him now?"

Lumine ponders a bit, resting her chin on her hand before smirking. "Let's create an Aether hate page."

"Yes, let's do it."

After a quick recording of Lumine and yourself, you posted the video online, and soon enough, it goes viral.

Lumine laughs, replaying the video.

"This one's for the boys with the booming system," You say monotonously in front of the camera like what you said was a speech instead of a song. "Top down, AC with the cooler system."

Lumine comes on screen, flipping her middle finger at the camera. "When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up. This one is actually not for the boys with the booming system. This is for the BITCH, AETHER WITH THE BLONDE BRAID. Look at you with your ugly ass smile," She speaks in one breath and it amazes you. "Make sure you get millions of hits or it's all for nothing. Oh Aether's an ass."

The screen shows your hand scooping the phone up and waving good bye with Lumine still dissing Aether.

You nudge Lumine, showing a comment written at the bottom of the video, covering a laugh.

"who's aether?"

"huh??! aether?"

"lOL Why Does The Person On The Left Look Like Aether?"

"OH 4NEMO DABUTE. SHUTUP YOU ANTI. THEY'RE GORGEOUS. YOU'RE THE ONE UFLY" ➡ "ahisfdh you obvi didnt watch the whole video. she said "make sure get millions of hits"

Lumine grins, commenting at the people calling her ugly and Aether way better looking. "Lol, IKR. the one on the left is trying too hard to look like Aether. it's like shes tryna be a twin or smthn"

Though, because of your viral "hate" video, 4nemo's popularity sky rockets because of the unknown 'Aether' of the group.

...

Aether watches the video on the news channel, because that's how popular the video got. He looks at his manager, "Can I send a hate video back?"

"Aether, no."

But the winds are troublesome as the ocean, because a boy with teal tips on his hair snatched the managers phone, running and giving it to Aether. "AETHER. DO IT RIGHT NOW."

...

It was a shock to you seeing people follow your twitter account.

"LUMI, [NAME], IM SRRY I LOST MY PHONE AND DIDNT WANNA TELL ANY1 OR THEYLL GROUND ME," said the tweet, tagging you in comments.

Lumine doesn't have twitter, so when she looks over your shoulder seeing the tweet with her name on, she grabs the phone and locks herself in the bathroom, "R U FR AETHER?U DIDNT REPLY TO MY HAPPY BDAY. WE SHARE A BDAY DUMBASS"

She calmly unlocks the door, giving your phone back casually while you whine, "Lumine! This is twitter! They're gonna cancel me!"

"I'll cancel them back."

Ding! You receive a post with you name under the comments again.

hello, i have to apologize for our member stealing the manager's phone to tweet that. i swear that kid's the most responsible, but he's been triggered. #kazuha

You quickly type back, under the hashtag 'kazuha.'

"@/4nemo sorry uh thats one of ur members twin & shes mad that aether never gave her a bday present when she gave 1 to him #kazuha"

notes: psst here's where i got aether's outfit inspo when they were outfit changing at the mall

[jackalopedoodles]

I don’t normally do this kind of content but @prof-peach opened up for OCs and I couldn’t resist! Jackie’s less of an OC and more of my self insert for the games but have her anyways! :)

Jackie is a tried and true Driftveil girl, and as such is pretty harsh. She grew up playing with the rock types that were often around there and getting lost in caves, and as such her trademark stubbornness grew. She’s the type to get lost and refuse to ask for directions, instead trying every single road possible until she stumbles on the right one. It’s slow and very much beating your head against a wall but it works and she has yet to see it fail her.

As soon as she was granted her first Pokémon she found her true passion. Pokémon themselves.

Her first Pokémon like many naive young trainers was a fire type, and by golly was it a hectic time in the early stages.

Her father had sent her a Pokémon from where he had moved, the Johto region, and as such Charcoal became her very first partner, a rather rambunctious cyndaquil who’d prefer to fight than hide.

Time has passed and she has managed to screw a bit more of a reasonable head on her shoulders now.

She’s stopped traveling, mostly after discovering the costs of constantly being on the move, and instead managed to settle into Dotaku Island. She’s not great with the grass types but that’s not why she’s there, let’s be honest.

While the island may specialize in grass types it also gets many rejects, and with those come many many fire. She’s the one to call when you have a fire type being too unruly or chaotic, where she’ll come in, scoop up the creature or tempt it away from where it can cause harm. She essentially does damage control, making sure no other Pokémon can be seriously hurt by the traumatized fire Pokémon that make their way to the island.

She’s got a lot of burns on her body, maybe a third of them from her younger years first dealing with fire types. The ones on her hands however are typically from her awful cooking, she’ll pull cookies out of the oven, realize there’s no space on the counters, and then just stand there holding them while they burn her fingers because she doesn’t know what to do and she doesn’t want to drop them or burn them by placing them back in the oven.

She’s had quite a few mistakes and the scars on her body are there to prove it but never once has she thought about giving up and stopping caring for Pokémon. She knows from personal experience how hard fire types can be to handle and she wants to do her best to give them all a second chance, to teach others the same stubbornness she has, to get them to care enough to stick past the burns and pain until you get to the Pokémon themself. 

TEAM:

(Not pictured) Charcoal the Typhlosion

As mentioned before, Charcoal is a pokemon always raring for a fight, and at first that included with or without his trainers consent. For a while Jackie found herself running after her pokemon as he got into fights, at first scooping him up when he wouldn’t listen. Eventually the trademark burns on her upper arms happened, another incident where she thought the best way to stop Charcoal was to physically keep him from fighting and he reacted in kind by breathing fire on the arms that held him in place. Somehow Jackie managed not to drop the pokemon. Eventually the cyndaquil tired himself out and, with a bit of guilt on both sides, the two of them got down to coming to an understanding, Jackie admitting she’d take him out for more exercise and fighting as long as he waited for her permission before attacking somebody elses pokemon.

 Now he’s evolved to a full Typhlosion where he follows his trainer around waiting for someone to look at them wrong so he can fight them. He helps her dealing with the bigger fire types who need a good smack before they can be calm enough to listen.

(Pictured) Rorsch and Tuskki, the twins, Espeon and Umbreon

Rorsch and Tsukki aren’t actually twins. That’s the first thing. Jackies first Pokémon she wanted to catch was an eevee, the tiny fuzzy Pokémon sounded like an amazing cuddle partner and an easy enough first catch, and she quickly managed to find and capture Rorsch. However on the train home she found an eevee, sleeping under the seats, angry and alone. She took the same train every night and eventually it became common sight for passengers to see the two reviews curled up around her sleeping form. She caught Tsukki and the two have been close ever since. They did everything together despite their very different natures, Tsukki brash and quick to judge and Rorsch calmly and logically. 

When the two evolved (Tsukki first surprisingly and Rorsch the upcoming dawn) Rorsch made it a habit to clean up after both his trainer and his brother with his new psychic abilities and Tsukki used his unique patterning to light up the nights so the trio could always see where they’re going. They tend to stick quite close to Jackie and if you see the twins their trainer isn’t far away, while her other pokemon take to wandering a bit more.

(Not pictured) Chip a Kabutops

Chip is another abandoned pokemon, though Jackies meeting with him was a bit more aggressive than Tsukkis. 

Fossil recovery is a newer process and not every trainer knows what they’re going to get. As far as Jackie can tell, Chip was recovered and the trainer was put off by his looks, so they released him out onto the beach. Unfortunately introducing any new pokemon into the wild where they don’t belong can be bad, especially if that pokemon is new to this world entirely and has no idea where he is or what’s going on. He lashed out a lot at the wildlife until he managed to secure himself a bit of a home, constantly fighting anyone who came near. Eventually Jackie heard tell of it and curiosity got the better of her. A few fights between Charcoal and Chip and a big hug for the scared pokemon and Chip felt much more comfortable leaving safely with Jackie then defending himself constantly.

He was already evolved when Jackie got to him, probably from his constant fighting. Now he wanders from Jackies side a lot, not comfortable with other pokemon, and instead can be found in the caves and beaches doing as he wishes until dinner time. He tries his best not to lash out to any other pokemon but he’s still scared he’ll have to defend himself and his new home and it’s hard to break that habit, so Jackie is more than willing to give him the space to just be alone. Besides, he always comes back when he needs a hug.

(Pictured) Sol (?)

Sols not an official part of the team in as much as he doesn’t have a pokeball, but he seems to have made himself part of it anyways. Jackie’s not sure how he managed to get onto the island or what his past is, but she is sure that he’s pretty young, quick to throw temper tantrums as he teethes his tusks, and practically stuck like glue to her ankles. The other pokemon have taken a liking to the tiny guy, as has Jackie, but she’s adamant to find his original trainer, if any, before she goes about adopting him permanently. 

Hope you enjoyed, I know it’s very long but I was having fun writing it and getting some of my pokemons stories out on paper- er- digital paper. 

[jujutsu-headcanons]

Gojo Satoru general headcanons

Let's get one thing clear: this man is absolutely chaotic. He is always full of energy. His energy levels never reach below 50%. He is loud and proud, always running, and never takes a minute to relax.

Do not give him Monster. Shoko did that once and it took her forever to get him off the ceiling. Also, avoid caffeine. Shoko replaces his normal coffee with decaf and he still hasn't noticed the difference. Keep it that way.

He was the class clown when he was younger. He wasn't exactly a trouble maker, but he may as well be. I cannot word that sentence and I am sorry. Next.

All of his teachers assumed he never listened in class, so they always called in him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. It still shocked them every time he rattled off the correct answer.

Not only did he answer the question correctly, but he could also explain his reasoning behind the answer, and if it was multiple choice, explain why the other answers were wrong. 

This tall man child would march up to the board and absolutely fill it to the brim with work, turn around, drop the chalk-like a mic drop and walk back to his desk with the smuggest look on his face.

That doesn't mean he did the work tho

Idk how schools in japan work but we all know schools in America only care about the amount of work you do and not what you actually know so we'll use that for the sake of the headcanon: he had straight D's bc he never turned in his work

Despite not doing the work snd goofing off, teachers actually really liked him

A lot of people liked him and he was super popular, but he still felt alone

Fake friends, you know how that works, he didn't meet any real friends until he became a shaman

Clean freak. This dude actually makes his bed. He scrubs his bathroom twice a week. His desk can get cluttered but he straightens up once a week. He's not exactly a germaphobe because

He cannot respect your personal space and that's actually canon but let me take it a step further 

He's a slapper. Especially when he laughs. It doesn't hurt, it's playful dw. He hugs you from behind especially when he's cold. He picks you up and carries you around. He will grab your wrist, arm, or hand and lead you around even if you're following him. He lays his legs across you or lays across your lap. Puts his head on your shoulder. Platonic cuddling between friends is mandatory. He's just so hands-on it's ridiculous.

Unless you explicitly tell him you're uncomfortable he won't stop

Don't worry, if you aren't in that type of relationship, your no-no square is safe. Except, if you seem chill, he will slap your ass regardless of friendship status. His ass is also slappable. You can't tell me Geto and Gojo didn't run around slapping each other asses, okay

He was weird and scrawny as a child. He didn't start beefing out until he started training to be a shaman and he's still kinda smaller than most beefy boys

He can pick you up and throw you around easily. He carried around a 170 pound Yuji like a sack of potatoes and can easily carry around three times that weight

It's amazing he's so tiny because you remember 2014 Shane Dawson making all of those wack ass desserts that was just s pile of chaos wrapped in chocolate?

He can eat every last bite of one of those monstrosities without getting a stomach ache, gaining weight, or dying basically

He knows bc Yuji dared him to do it

He has really cold hands and feet

He sounds old. Let me elaborate. He's constantly cracking his joints. They also creak when he moves. He complains about body pains like he's 80 y/o

He also shares wisdom with the kids as if he's actually 80 y/o

It's irrelevant advice that doesn't make sense but is also useful. Megumi can't count the number of times he's asked Gojo for feedback on his technique but had been told to remember to chew 40 times or never go to bed angry

Starts off sentences with "now son" and "when I was your age"

He uses his blindfold as a headband when he wants his hair out of his face. He also uses headbands as... Headbands... When he wants to wear sunglasses but get his hair out of his face

He owns so many pairs of sunglasses but he always wears the same pair

He's only bought a handful of them himself, most of them are gifts

No one knows what to get him for Christmas or his birthday bc he has everything, so they resort to sunglasses

His favorite pair is a pair that Shoko and Geto bought him as a gag. He thought they were dead serious, though, so he wore them around for a month

They were heart-shaped, rose-tinted glasses

Can you believe this man doesn't use any gel or anything to keep his hair spiky with the blindfold on? It just naturally defies gravity when the blindfold is on

Tell this man he's pretty because he already knows. He's narcissistic but not the cringy kind

Photogenic as hell. Takes great pictures from any angle. 

He gives everyone a different story as to why he covers his eyes. Sometimes he says it's because his eyes are too pretty and are a distraction. Sometimes he says it's because the sunglasses/bandages/blindfold look cooler than his eyes. Sometimes he says it's to protect the six eyes from seeing things he doesn't want to see. The world may never know

He's tried covering his whole face before, but he thinks he's too pretty for that. He at least wants one of his many amazing features to be shown at all times.

So about his driver's license;

He knows how to drive. He can be a good driver. When he wants to be. He just doesn't have a driver's license.

Now he TELLS people he just never got around to getting one, however, there's a rumor he lost it due to too many parking tickets

It's amazing the only tickets he's ever gotten have been from that and once he got caught without a seatbelt; he would have gotten out of that one if he hadn't been flirting with the police officer so bad

This doesn't stop Gojo from driving places though

He steals Ijichi's car a LOT and Ijichi DOESN'T KNOW HOW like??? The windows are never broken and it doesn't look hotwired-

Gojo has a key

You're not even supposed to be able to duplicate car keys but Gojo did 

Also; none of the first-year trio knows he doesn't have a driver's license, though that much should be painfully obvious

He whips around corners, speeds up at yellow lights, goes "watch this" and does a donut, it's just a mess

The poor students have to sit in the backseat too. Just imagine Megumi with all three seatbelts around him like that one meme.

He thrives off of Nobara and Yuji screaming from the backseat, and he can see Megumi being smooshed because he thought the middle seat was the safest through the rearview mirror

Which he doesn't even need because of the six eyes

Despite being such a reckless driver, he knows when danger will happen, so he's never once gotten in a wreck

He blasts the radio, which makes up for the driving.

Has a habit of getting in a car and ending up in the McDonalds drive-thru

Steals other people's fries and keeps the fullest one for himself.

He was rebellious as a kid and teenager, but hey, at least his juvie record is sealed 

He's been detained and in the back of a cop car many times, but the reason was never really bad enough for him to be arrested. Mostly he's just being mouthy. And the time he got caught spray painting on the side of a building. And that one time he and Getou hopped the fence to get into the local pool. And that other time-

It got worse after Getou wasn't around to get him out of trouble. Suddenly, breaking the rules wasn't fun anymore and he mellowed out. 

Tried alcohol and cigarettes before he was legal. Decided neither was his thing, however, he did start drinking occasionally when he was legal.

He's a fucking chaotic drunk. Oh my god he's absolutely feral

Most bars in the vicinity know him by name and they sigh whenever he walks in

Shoko is his emergency contact. She hates it

Shoko has to drag drunk Gojo home at least twice a month and is not happy about it

Once she left him in an alley. He made it home okay so she guesses it's fine

Once he got so drunk he spilled beer on his sock. The thought the fastest way to dry them was by sticking them in the microwave. Forgot about it until someone asked, "Who the fuck is cooking socks???"

I feel it important he was in the break room of the local grocery store and no one knows how he got there

As he was escorted out he stole a grocery cart and rode away in it while singing Don't Threaten Me (With A Good Time) by Panic! At The Disco

He has no alcohol tolerance at all what so ever

He will literally just stare at you and giggle

It's funny he's really flirty but also doesn't seal the deal. Literally, every woman in that bar is willing to get in his bed but he declines every offer. No one knows why

Its because he respects women

He helps his students break the rules as long as they're within reason. Once night Yuji was really hungry and after having a temper tantrum he couldn't order Uber eats bc the school is supposed to be secret Gojo helped sneak him out to get food. Who needs curfew anyway.

The shirts in his closet range from like twenty bucks to the iconic rich bitch shirt the kids ruined in that one chapter we all know the one 

He still wears that by the way, he calls it "art" 

When he was younger, Megumi drew a picture of Gojo being eaten by his shadow dogs. Gojo found it and now it's framed in his room.

He keeps up with current trends and memes like no one's business. This is how he bonds with his kids.

Don't call him old, but also, he'll tell you to respect your elders it's a mess

He has a lot of games on his phone. You can usually find him holding his phone sideways playing some RPG game he probably spent too much money on 

He did hop on the Pokemon Go hype train but after becoming overpowered he got bored

This happens to a lot of games. He pays way too much money, gets to be the strongest in the server, and gets bored

He likes games where you can kill other people's troops and likes to watch as they lose all their power

I canon him as being borderline sadistic

This is why he's Sakata Gintoki reincarnated

White hair, sweet tooth, black leather clothes, dad vibes, never takes anything seriously bc when he does he's scary as fuck, the works.

He is Sakata Gintoki

He liked Gintama growing up. He watched a lot of iconic shows as they aired. He considers himself an og

He's hella bilingual

Because he's the strongest he goes overseas for missions a lot. Because of this he speaks a lot of languages and knows a lot about international cuisine 

He takes pictures of himself eating disgusting foods like snails. He never likes them but he loves the idea of Nobara gagging back in japan

Has paperwork sitting untouched on his desk from three months ago that he will not touch for at least another three months

Does the crossword puzzles in the newspaper every week

Uses humor as a coping mechanism and it honestly just became a personality

Constantly popping his joints. I'm sorry if you find this gross I too find it gross.

Probably brought home every stray animal he ever met ever until he was at least like 22 y/o

Tags: @wasabito @kittaliapenn

[hydrachea]

Lost Underground Anon:

I think that...within...like, a couple *WEEKS* of Volo getting beaten...

Bringing back Akari *would* prevent him from facing serious punishment.

Aside from him losing Giratina, being *F I R E D* from the Guild, and the wider distrust.

You have to understand, without the pall of suspicion, Akari is an *actual hero* to the people! And, despite Volo's crimes being what she was blamed for...Volo himself didn't...actually do anything to her, aside from taking the Plates she had gathered.

However, neither of them know this and aren't too keen on sending so much as a single Zubat to check...so Volo has to live in a cave with Akari for awhile.

And good lord, does Akari make him feel bad! She's just...so excited to see a friendly face she can talk with... But he's hurt, so she offers her bed. She cooks food, she treats his injuries, she goes on about how nice it is to see him...occasionally asking about the few people she was closest to, but mostly just being very concerned *for him*! And as time goes on, she slowly opens up about her fears of the Surface World...About how she's scared that Jubilife hurt her 'mons she couldn't bring with her, her worries over her friends in the Clans and the possibility of them fighting again, the sorrow when she realised her ArcPhone(tm) was stolen (and isn't that a kicker, that weird thing is the sacred artifact Arceus gave her that she *NEEDS* to go home!), how many nightmares she's had of Galaxy Team (especially Kamano) finding and doing horrible things to her...and her deepest worries about where she came from...if she left anyone behind...

And Volo *knows* that he's, directly or indirectly, at fault for so much of that. BUT HERE SHE IS, NURSING HIM TO HEALTH LIKE A CHANSEY!

Lost Underground anon: Ultimately, Volo has to deal with being cared for by Akari...whom he unintentionally destroyed the life of...all the while she's talking about her fears and the joys of the Underground...

And he's going to be living in close quarters with her for weeks, if not MONTHS, as she opens her "home" (it's a Cave, Akari, it doesn't count as a house!) to him and teaches him how to survive and befriend the Pokemon here!

It's an ironic hell, his punishment for causing so much pain to The Chosen One. It has to be!

Oh the irony. Going back together would ensure them a safe life (if full of distrust for Volo, but come on, he earned that) on the surface, but neither of them even want to go back. Even just sending Volo's Togekiss out to overhear a couple conversations would be enough, but they don't even do that because Volo doesn't want to risk Akari learning what he did from anyone but him, and Akari doesn't want to give herself false hopes.

Learning the Arc-Phone is gone would do a number on Volo, too. This whole time he thought Akari was under divine protection, the kind he dreamed to have for himself, but now her link to Arceus is... Gone, stolen by some commoner just like that. For a time it makes him want to go back to the surface, just for that off chance of finding the Arc-Phone and claiming it. But the longer he stays with Akari as she nurses him back to health, the less appealing the idea is. The more he spends time with her the more he understands why she was chosen, and his resentment for her gradually starts fading as he get to see her not as a perfect hero but as someone who suffered and was betrayed just like him. He's still bitter, but it's nowhere near the hatred he displayed when they faced each other at the Spear Pillar in the main game.

Instead of thinking she didn't deserve to be chosen by Arceus, he starts wondering if he really deserves her kindness.