#i wanted his eyes to match giratinas

[kazz-matazz]

i have never played PLA but i think volo is cool. also ive seen MANY spoilers ha

[highpriestofpalkism]

Also, if I may ask, how do you interpret the Creation Trio + Arceus as deities? In other words, do you think they're benevolent and merciful or wrathful and quick to anger? For instance, the story of the human and the sword in D/P/Pt indicates that while they will certainly intimidate, they seem hesitant to kill, even in retaliation. On the other hand, in PMD and the anime, they seem all too eager to eliminate humans because of perceived slights.

Now! This sure is a question, because I've basically created my set of headcanons for all of the Creation family throughout the years, since they're one of my the main objects of my brainrot DJHDGD

To me, they all act differently, and also situationally.

Dialga is the most cynical one. He is benevolent and enacts the role and purpose Arceus gave him fully, and he can show warmer emotions such as gratefulness when in the right situations (PMD2 being the biggest example), but, normally, in my opinion Dialga is neutral at best and has a certain disregard for mortals at worst, thinking of them as mere droplets of water in the vast river of time; thus, he often ignores them and their troubles, unless they do trouble him directly, unless reverence and worship is shown to him. He can also be very merciless.

Palkia is instead pretty emotional. He's the kindest and warmest of the three, and appreciates mortals as their own unique microcosms that should be respected as such, and he offers thankfulness to those who worship him. However he can also turn out to be very ruthless and instinctive in what he's doing, and he doesn't stand when his dominion is messed with by someone or something (PMD2), often harbouring to brute force. Despite his naturally kind nature, he can turn out to be as solemn as Dialga when the situation requires it.

Giratina despises mortals, be it Pokémon or humans. He sees them as the "perfect creations of his father" whom he wants to destroy as vengeance for what has been done to him: not only banished, but also forgotten by all. While probably the most brutal of the three, he is still very subtle most times, being deceptive and persuading to mortals as to use them as means for his own schemes (Volo). For short, in his eyes mortals are just a means to an end, so easily fooled and tricked.

Arceus, instead, is generally emotionally far from the mortal world, but they love their own creations and cares for them from the distance, as they watch over all (PMD2, Legends). They're not very prone to anger, but rather tends to resolve conflict with intricancies behind the scenes as to solve the universe's biggest problems. Regarding the mainline universe, they originally thought of Pokémon as the only creatures to inhabit this world, as humans were born as a "mistake of evolution"; but once the Ancient Hero of Hisuian mythos proved human dignity to them by challenging them in a friendly match, Arceus got that Pokémon and humans deserved equal respect, and even more did deserve the bond between them

I hope I haven't been too long with this DJDGDHDHDH, I know these are mostly headcanons and don't have much concrete proof in the games (be it DPPT, PLA or PMD), but I've grown to imagine them as their own characters, and with such personalities! I hope I answered your question in a satisfying way ♥️😭🙏

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I humbly request some Volo x reader crumbs please? Thank you!

Why settle for crumbs when I can offer a meal? 👀

Summary: Some post-game comfort where Reader (not the MC) is Volo's S/O, but despite finding out about his plans, they know in their heart he's not all bad and wants to stay with him.

(obvious PLA spoilers ahead!)

.......

After overhearing Volo's sinister plans and subsequent defeat at Spear Pillar from Akari/Rei, you wanted to find him. As his s/o you were concerned.

According to Cogita, he went into self-imposed exile and abandoned the Ginkgo Guild, still determined to face Arceus itself without the help of some ridiculous flute.

But with knowledge of his usual hangouts near ancient/historical spots, you eventually do locate him, seeing that he definitely looks a lot worse for wear, sporting a dirty and dull version of his Arceus-inspired garb. And his hair was down, messier than ever. He just looked like a total wreck and in no condition to meet every Pokémon right now.

His Togekiss immediately senses your presence and goes to embrace you in her wings, chirping happily, which in turn alerts Volo.

He's stunned that you actually went out of your way to find him. Surely, the entire village caught wind of his evil deeds, as did you.

So why did you come here? To yell at him for his selfish desires? To cry about how he betrayed everyone?

Well he was about to find out. Tbh he was ready for whatever insults you had to get off your chest. You had to be furious at him.

"[Y/n], you...you were looking for me?" He rasps.

"Of course, Volo..I learned about what happened and-"

"You're disgusted, right?" He immediately assumes. "I deceived everyone and you've come to reprimand me for my heinous actions? For my hubris?"

"....no, that's not-"

"You're not one to lie so easily, darling. So drop the act and just admit it..what I did was abhorrent and unforgivable. I backstabbed a child, I summoned Giratina itself..I threatened to destroy this very world!! How do you not see a monster in me?!"

You're quiet for a moment, looking to Togekiss, and then the nearby field where Lucario and Roserade were having a sparring match.

"Because your Pokémon don't." You say to him. "They still love you, and...so do I. Of course, I was shocked at what you did on that mountain. I mean..you tried stealing the plates from the kid who risked their life to get them."

The answer was simple--because they didn't.

His team knew he didn't truly "wield" them, nor was he as heartless as he claimed to be. Otherwise he wouldn't still have Pokémon who evolved based on friendship status.

Plus you knew that what Volo was before isn't a facade. He was just good at hiding his ambitions.

"Because they weren't worthy of possessing them. I would've used them to make a better world for us." He gritted his teeth, eyes burning as he felt the stinging defeat in his heart all over again. "I would’ve summoned Arceus for you, I would’ve taken its powers for you, [y/n]! Yet once again..fate has been cruel to me, declaring me still unworthy of meeting it, even after all I’ve done. Now I’m left to suffer..as always.”

By the end of his rant, his voice was drained and defeated, as he hung his head low, feeling some great deal of remorse.

"...my dear, you don't need to take a deity’s powers for me to love you." You kneel down, cupping his face, where you could feel both sides growing wet with tears. “I can’t find it in me to hate you. So please..let me stay. Even if I never go back to the village again, that's alright. I'd rather be here with you. I know this world has been unkind, but there's so much beauty in it. And we'll seek it out together."

Volo just looked up at you, his heart swelling with emotions. Part of him wanted to push you away and focus on his mission, believing he deserved to be hated and alone...

Besides, his Pokémon were starting to miss you a lot when he went into exile, yearning for the treats you’d spoil them with ever since you two began dating.

But on the other hand, he knew you weren’t that easy to get rid of.

No matter how far he travelled in Hisui, you’d just find him again, being the stubborn partner that you are.

So he just nods and silently embraces you with his head buried into your chest, relieved that he still has someone to cling to even after everything.

Meanwhile, his Togekiss raced outside to tell the rest of the gang the good news: 

You were here to stay with their wie-no, trainer forever.

[thetristoneera]

Survival of Pokemon Battle Revolution

Provided by TPB, agian with the Full Fledged Man. That's my nigga, sonning all these whipper snappers; especially Kruger. Yesh, I still want to sit on his face & have him sit on mine; but that's only after I keep him from shaving for three months. Gotta make him a true man before we man handle each other. This will be the last time I go for him; hahahahaha, yeah hoe! (But then again, I still have boxes full of unused Pokemon. Possibly two more times…) Fun fact, the Hoppip that eventually evolved into the Jumpluff I have here; came to me on a Victory Road. No lie, same moves at level 13. I kid, I kid. All hacked moves are legit; if you really think about it. Speaking of that, back on my Tri Stone Era channel; this video ("https://youtu.be/gKQdQuDDmVg?si=OHY7LW8nMCKwrY2h") showcases what I truly would've been like, in a fan fic version of Pokemon. Making all pokemon, as strong as legendaries. Just for chaos reigning times… Thank me later… I decided, against my better judgment; towards the end of this survival run to you know, just miss heal all. Can't believe I ran out of PP by the 100th match. eye roll Lastly; did this one, in one sitting.

Jumpluff | Grass/Flying (354.131.176.229.206.256) Heat Wave Spacial Rend Aeroblast Leaf Storm Filter "Powers Down super effective moves." | Wise Glasses

Blastoise | Water (299.181.236.269.246.280) Flash Cannon Ice Beam Focus Blast Hydro Pump Torrent "Powers up Water-type moves in a pinch." | Metal Coat

Metagross | Psychic/Steel (301.369.296.203.216.262) Ice Punch Zen Headbutt Meteor Mash Earthquake Clear Body "Prevents the Pokemon's stats from being lowered." | Occa Berry

Yanmega | Bug/Flying (313.169.208.364.148.289) Shadow Ball Bug Buzz Thunderbolt Aeroblast Speed Boost "The Pokemon's Speed stat is gradually boosted." | Charti Berry

Magmortar | Fire (291.203.170.349.226.291) Mud Slap Thunderbolt Heat Wave Solarbeam Drought "This Pokemon makes it sunny if it is in battle." | Focus Band

Giratina | Dragon/Ghost (441.212.276.299.276.306) Shadow Ball Earth Power Aura Sphere Draco Meteor Pressure "The Pokemon raises the foe's PP usage. | Leftovers

[a-tale-of-legends]

So that video has got me thinking about Cogita, Volo, Giratina, Arceus, the legendary hero and especially how I want to include the Ancient Platinum Clan for my au.

The theory that the Legendary hero of Hisui was Alder's ancestor (or alder we don't know) and that the thing that he best was actually Giratina, not Arceus is super interesting to me. Like the hero defeated Giratina and then Arceus banished it.

Another theory that I find interesting is that the Noble pokemon are tests by Arceus (which is kinda the case already) but Alpha pokemon/ time space distortions are a product of Giratina. Like the red eye glow and the dark aura matches Giratina perfectly, and explains the overly hostile nature of them and why they are suddenly so chill after you catch them. Yes, I know, game mechanics and that pokemon are very aggressive in this game, but it's so cool to think about.

This also makes how the player faces them seem....odd. Cause with the context of the above, the player is supposed to be mimicking the legendary hero,in defeating the nobles ( in the legendary heros case he befriended them and made them his companions but I think that was due to how in the past, before PLA, people and pokemon were actually chill? I think?), and face whatever threat that was plaguing Hisui, which in both cases were Giratina. But the way the game went about it is still weird to me, between the " your tradition makes you backward" type thinking and the oddity of Lord Avalugg. I need to think on this more.

I'll probably talk about Volo and the Platinum Clan later lol. My mind is buzzing trying to piece things together.

[pokegalla]

Losing my Mind

“Boo,” the voice said.

I squeaked before turning to glare at the merchant who wore a large innocent grin.

“I told you to stop doing that Volo!” I huffed at him. He just laughed and poked my cheek.

“I can’t help it! You’re always so focused on that Pokédex of yours! It’s cute….” He teased.

I rolled my eyes, “Well it’s my job. Besides I love Pokémon….they are so amazing!” For a moment, Volo’s eyes darken a bit.

“….are you doing this to meet Arceus,” he asked in a low voice.

“Well Arceus did tell me to catch all Pokémon….so yeah that’s apart of why I’m focused as well. But it’s also to help others be more comfortable with Pokémon in general. People are scared of things they don’t know or can’t understand. So if this can help bring people and Pokémon together, I’m glad to help!” I said excitedly.

Volo stared at me with slight annoyance but smiled and patted my head. The same thoughts plaguing his mind…..

“Why did Arceus choose some random girl?”

“What’s so unique about her?”

“I should be the chosen one!!!”

“Such a weak person….I could easily take those plates.”

“What is she?”

That last thought was appearing more recently. Was she some sort of divine being? A gift from Arceus? There had to be something he was missing….after all, what does she have that he doesn’t? After that battle with her and Giratina, he just couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“Do you hate me?”

He freezes upon hearing the question. An eyeless woman had hired him recently as he and some others were transported to another multiverse, including HER. SHE was a target….mainly the Arceus she caught in the end. But that question caught him off guard. He turned to see her in tears.

“…..what was that?”

“Do you hate me?”

“…..Why would you care?”

“I just….I miss the times from before. Before…all of this. We were friends Volo….I was willing to look past what happened. But why are you still doing this?”

He almost scoffed. Friends? She actually considered them friends?

He turned back with a crazed smile, “You took away my ONE chance to become a god. If I become god, I can replace the bastard who forsaken me! Why….why did he choose you?! What’s so special about you?!”

“HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW,” I screamed. Volo froze up in shock. “I never chose to be Arceus’ champion. I was taken away from the ones I loved and thrown into an unknown place. I was terrified….no one trusted me. I had to work hard for a bunch of strangers only to be kicked out and left for dead. No one could help me….yet you did. But even you betrayed me. I just wanted to go home….I’m sorry I got in the way….but what you’re doing isn’t right either. And as your friend, it’s my job to stop you from doing something stupid. So please….STOP THIS!”

I gasped when his arm suddenly trapped me against a wall, “…..Now I see. Your love….your determination. Your devotion….you’re perfection.” I shuddered seeing his psychotic grin suddenly get wider. “I see! Arceus brought you here….for me! My perfect match!”

“W-what….?” I asked. His other arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. I shudder as he leaned in closer, whispering and nibbling my ear.

“You belong to me. Don’t you see? Arceus has made our fates intertwine! Two forbidden lovers….the hero and the villain. It’s perfect! I didn’t believe it at first….I only believed you were just made to be in my way….but I always come back to you and you still care for me,” he caressed my cheek and leaned in for a kiss, “Lisa….we can make a new world together!” That’s when he was suddenly dragged away. Everyone has finally came….thank Arceus.

“You ok?” Angel asked. I just nod and freeze up seeing Volo’s crazed smile as he laughed while being dragged away.

“Oh Lisa….once I get my chance, I’ll come back for you. Only you are good enough for my world….AND ILL DESTROY ANYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY,” with that, he was teleported to a random AU.

“Wow he’s crazy….hey Lisa you o….k?” Starlet’s eyes widen when a dark look washed over my face. I believe him….I believe he’s going hurt someone. Because of me….I began shaking and crying out of guilt and fear. Meanwhile, Volo laid on the ground as he looked through multiple photos of Lisa. He started studying her more after the battle with Giratina. It became a hobby of his….photographing her, studying her schedule, memorizing her favorite meals and Pokémon. After today, he’s finally had an epiphany.

“I love her….she will be apart of my new world! With her and Arceus by my side, no one could stop me!” He laughed like a madman. “Mine….she’s all mine!!! Soon she’ll have no choice….if I destroy everything she cares for the most.” He sat up and began planning. After all, he can’t have his lover running off. She needs him….she’ll only need him. And she will learn, whether she likes it or not.

First ever yandere….anything really. Hope y’all like it. Yandere Volo kinda scary ngl….

[professor-volo]

Much to Volo’s dismay, he did end up having to make a trip to a grocery store. The large labyrinth of aisles didn’t help his anxiety any, but it helped knowing he was only here for a few things. He managed to find a clerk to help him navigate the store, and it seemed like Arceus was on his side this time, because not only was everything in stock, there was currently a sale on incense and people were actually staffed at the checkout. Volo didn’t want to think about how much he’d embarrass himself if he had to do self-checkout.

With some food stuff, incense, and a pack of matches in tow, he made his way back to his campsite on the outskirts of Hearthome City. He pulled his pokeballs off his belt and released his Pokemon out into the wilderness for some play time--the dish he was trying to make did take a long time to cook after all. Hippowton Stew was one of Volo’s favorite dishes from back in the day. His family had always been big on stews, but he never forgot the time a family of strangers had invited him in for some, so none of it went to waste. The taste was so exquisite it was seared into Volo’s memory. It was going to be hard to perfectly replicate the taste with modern ingredients, but he was going to try his best.

In between letting the pot simmer, he made sure to rotate giving his pokemon attention. He knew he spoiled them rotten, but he couldn’t help it! His little babies were too good for this world! Though some of them looked like they were going to be due for some grooming soon; maybe he should do that before he left Hearthome…

When the stew was finished cooking, he made sure to dole out large helpings for everyone while also giving the pokemon that couldn’t eat the stew their own food. It was just as good as he remembered it. He left the rest of the stew simmering while he waited for nightfall. Once the sun had dipped below the horizon, Volo rummaged through his bag for a few items along with his earlier purchases.

He pulled out silvery-white bowl decorated with many shades of blue that overlapped each other like waves. The inside of the bowl was painted indigo with the bowl itself converging upwards into a small platform at the center of the bowl. Volo pulled out a small flask and filled the bowl with water then sprinkled a fair amount of salt into the water. It wasn’t really the same as filling the bowl with sea water directly, but it was close enough. There had to be inland shrines Somewhere, so surely they did something similar. He then pulled out a stick of incense (he went with vanilla scented), placed it in the center of the bowl, then lit it with a match. He waited a few moments to make sure the incense wasn’t going to go out or tip the bowl over before scooting back, sitting cross-legged, and closing his eyes.

Almighty Lugia

Great Guardian of the Seas

May the winds blow at your command

May the tides be at your mercy

Though your domain is vast and unknowable

We ask for you to protect those who crest its waves

For those who wish to share in your bounties and treasures

And for those who wish to sail to distant lands

Give us the strength to weather your storms

And may your currents guide us to our destination

May your kindness never be mistaken for fury

And may the great depths be your haven

With the old prayer finished, he kept his eyes closed and sat in reverent silence.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but he eventually felt a shadow creeping behind him and the familiar prickle at the back of his neck. He opened his eyes and turned around, looking at the grey draconic pokemon that had appeared behind him. “What, are you feeling left out?” he greeted with a smile.

Giratina let out a cry and spread her wings wide.

Volo laughed, “I don’t need to pray to you, you’re right here!”

“Tiaaaaaa.”

“I did leave you an offering though.” Volo gestured to the pot of stew, bubbling lightly over the fire. “Everybody else has already eaten. The rest of it’s left for you. Help yourself.”

“Giiiiraaaaa!” she trilled happily and headed over towards the stew.

Volo rubbed her side affectionately for a brief moment before getting back into his previous position. He wasn’t sure if his offering would really reach Lugia, but at the very least, he tried his best. At least he’d made one legendary very happy tonight.

[ssj2hindudude]

Potatoes Pokémon Teams

Rules: Full teams of 6; 1 starter (pichu and eevee count); 1 legendary; fully evolved to show growth; Gen 1-4 (because I'm a Sinnoh boi)

Aru:

Raichu: It would be almost insulting not to give the team leader the face of the show, especially when she has lightning-based powers.

Gengar: A tricky pokemon for an even trickier trainer.

Gyrados: Nothing matches Aru's zero to hero story like a Magikarp evolving into this wild badass.

Lucario: Someone who respects Aru's growth into a strong leader.

Tyranitar: A reference to Godzilla and Aru's general taste in movies.

Moltres: I think we all know which firebird this one reminds her of.

Mini:

Empoleon: Piplup just looks like a bubble that could pop at any moment and Mini's first instinct was "must protecc"

Blissey: Doctor meets her nurse.

Rapidash: Flashback to her favorite night mare.

Dusknoir: First picked Duskull because it matched her death aesthetic.

Marowak: Similar weapons. Bones also match her aesthetic.

Giratina: Basically Pokemon's God of the dead.

Brynne:

Charizard: I distinctly remember Brynne mentioning this.

Nidoqueen: Takes a queen to know one.

Machamp: Strong wrestler...need I say more?

Ditto: Two shapeshifters meet.

Mamoswine: Two foodies meet.

Regigigas: Powerhouse that made the continents [possibly with bare hands]

Nikita:

Meganium: I've seen Chikorita show as much sass as Nikita.

Roserade: Elegance and a natural for the stage.

Milotic: Close to a mermaid and also a natural for the stage.

Beautifly: Cute. Also, it's the perfect compliment for Sheela's Dustox. (They both had Wurmples that evolved differently)

Gardevoir: Elegance and it's already wearing a dress.

Celebi: Small, cute, and in Mystery Dungeon, not a pushover.

Sheela:

Typhlosion: Sheela thought Cyndaquil looked cute when it was sleeping...until she found out it was awake.

Alakazam: Same deal with Abra.

Espeon: A fellow psychic.

Dustox: Cute. Also, it's the perfect compliment for Nikita's Beautifly. (They both had Wurmples that evolved differently)

Altaria: Something that has its head in the clouds as often as she does

Jirachi: It wraps its yellow ribbons around itself like a blanket when it sleeps. How could she resist?!?

Kara:

Venusaur: Bulbasaur's a classic!

Sunflora: Sun-based and lively.

Solrock: Sun-based. Also psychic like someone she knows.

Girafarig: Two-faced and relatable.

Unown: A Pokemon based on words?!? WANT!

Cresselia: Enchanting.

Aiden:

Sceptile: Suave badass

Luxray: Wild and full of lightning like Aru.

Staraptor: Suave badass with wings.

Gallade: Suave bad- yeah, I'm seeing the pattern...

Kangaskhan: Flashback to the days of carrying around his backpack.

Dialga: God of Time. Can capture time in an instant like his camera.

Rudy:

Feraligatr: Wild reptile

Smeargle: Messy artist

Kricketune: Musician.

Chatot: Singer/Musician

Sableye: Good eye for gems and vice versa.

Rayquaza: The most powerful snake ever.

Obviously, this is just my own guesswork and you guys are more than free to reblog with teams you think would suit them better.

[spiritshaydra]

Looks like I haven’t posted art here in months and this is my fourth time trying to add a description to this because it keeps getting purged whenever I switch tabs >:( 

Anywho, here’s some Pokémon gijinkas I finished earlier in the week ^^

Additional info stolen from my amino post down below c:

Howdy!

This took me WAY longer than I thought it would. I started this group back in December, and only now just completed it ^^

I’ll be showing them off in the order I finished them along with some info on each character c:

✨Here they are!✨

🏙 Reshiram 🏙

She’s not as complex as the rest of the batch because she started off as just a headshot test and practice for drawing humans ^^’ then everything else kinda just got more complex. Her design is more of a work in progress than the rest.

She’s a living lie detector :)

🎆 Palkia 🎆

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She took a LONG time to draw and is probably the most complex. Sorta. She’s also probably one of the first gijinkas I’ve designed so her design is pretty solid for now. She’s based off of Roman gladiators and Valkyries. Palkia is also a total jock with a short fuse that constantly gets in fights with her brother, Dialga. She’s kinda a loud idiot but that’s okay. She’s also very rash and tends to act before thinking. Will kick down doors and attempt to put brother in a headlock. Probably chugs sport drinks and punches drywall. Will challenge poor unfortunate souls into doing arm wrestling matches. Has very strong opinions on science fiction. (Stuff with space is superior!) Curses like a sailor and likes to get creative with insults. Cannot organize things at all. Room probably looks like a bomb went off. Has the worst handwriting in her family. Middle child and the shortest out of her siblings. Is uncomfortable around Giratina but feels bad about it.

🌄 Giratina 🌄

Giratina’s another one that I’ve had designed for a while and am pretty happy about it! I tried to give her a more inhuman and unsettling appearance (gaunt features, pale skin, sunken eyes, long limbs, digitigrade legs, four arms, etc) She’s pale from the lack of sunlight and her hair is borderline uncontrollable. It’s in a constant state of poofy rat’s nest.

Believe it or not, she’s probably the friendliest out of her family despite her off putting demeanor. She completely lacks social skills and is still trying to learn how to speak normally after being locked away for eons. She’s best friends with a Shaymin and has gardening as a hobby. She just really wants friends :( She likes stupid paranormal shows and animated movies. Not violent at all unless provoked. Absolutely fascinated by car windows and toasters. She’s the second tallest and the “baby” out of her family. She wishes to have better relations with her siblings and parent but struggles :(

🌺 Shaymin 🌺

Shaymin. Oh boy Shaymin. So with her I was wanting to do something completely different from the usual Lolita and cutesy based gijinkas. So I made her a punk :) Shay acts like she eats nails for breakfast and isn’t afraid to fight god. She’s short but by god, she’s going to go for the kneecaps. She has a nasty temper and is very protective of her strange noodly demon bestie. Taught her how to garden. She’s loud, argumentative, and ‘Tina’s siblings are probably more scared of her than the Terror of The Distortion World. Does not do well in cold weather. She rides a motorbike, and is the one who generally drags ‘Tina around to get her used to the normal world. Big fan of slasher films and loud aggressive music. Loves nature and is generally enthusiastic about funky plants.

Very short. Very aggressive. Wears stud covered platform boots.

🪐 Arceus 🪐

Oh boy. Arceus.

He was VERY hard to design but I think I’m happy with the results. For now. I wanted him to look somewhat regal and nasty, and not exactly human.

He’s a major asshole, prick, and elitist, and is petty to the highest degree. Got offended whenever someone suggests that he should go to an anger management class. Probably a Karen. He’s the type to wear a fluffy bathrobe while drinking box wine on a lawn chair on the porch to look scornfully at the neighbors whenever they get too close. Not a great parent. (Loves his gaggle of goblins in his own strange way) Kinda hates everyone. Rude. VERY VERY short temper. VERY stubborn. He’s short and is going to make it everyone else’s problem. (Refuses to just... change his height himself. ‘Cause he’s some primordial creation entity. He just... doesn’t) He woke up one morning and just chose violence. takes great pride in his creations. Awful taste in music. No sense of style. Cant dance. He’s offputting and unsettling to be around because he has a very “off” feeling about him. Really really likes to get the upper hand on others. There are a f e w times when he actually acts like a decent person. Likes to put an air of regality onto him even though he’s a total train wreck. Wears three to four inch heels.

🌌 Dialga 🌌

DIALGA. I also wanted to do something different with him! So I made him a nerd. He likes to take things apart and put them back together. Especially clocks. He’s more level headed than his sisters and has a longer fuse than Palkia. But he’s also very stubborn. He’s a total workaholic and perfectionist. He doesn’t sleep much and can be a nervous wreck whenever he’s behind on whatever schedule he runs on. He gets into fights with his younger sister a LOT and will often try to use her as a lab rat. They’re sorta like Yzma and Kronk. But he’s less diabolical and Palkia’s more aggressive. Like Palkia, He also has very strong opinions on science fiction (Stuff with time travel is WAY better!) he’s also very organized if not organized chaos. He wears a heavy pair of boots that one could hear from a mile away. Think large goth boots with metal in the soles somewhere. Also a metal head. He will blast loud metal or rock music (sometimes more classic rock. Depends on the mood) as he works on whatever insane project he decided to tinker on. He has a large collection of very cursed socks. Somewhat poor eyesight. Generally easier to get along with than Palkia who’s more abrasive. He tends to think more before acting upon things. Probably runs on entirely coffee and energy drinks. B A D taste in fashion. But not worse than Palkia. Likes to read. Not very good handwriting. Tends to bump his head on doorframes. Will walk into things if lost in thought. The tallest out of his family and the oldest out of his sisters. He’s somewhat afraid of ‘Tina.

Approximate Time Taken: About 27 hours

Program Used: Procreate

[diamonddistorted]

Inside the realm of distortion, many things made no sense, many rules of the outside world did not apply.  Diamond jumped from floating platform to floating platform, graceful and diligent despite the endless void down below that could easily claim him if he were to misplace his step. He didn’t seem phased in the slightest, having made these leaps plenty of times over the years. He was a seasoned traveler of these distorted lands.  Nearby, a Giratina of a different hue watched the young man curiously, his treasure appeared to be bored again it seemed. “Diamond...” He called, voice low and gravely. The dark haired male paused his land hopping to gaze up at the large creature, tilting his head slightly. “...Yes Kage?” “...You appear to lack mental stimulation.” They floated over to the small human, lowering their head.  “...” He glanced away before nodding, his gray hues soon trailing back towards the colossal creature, his eyes shimmering with a slight blue shine that illuminated from the Giratina’s own blue hues.  “Perhaps you’d like a change in scenery again?”  “...May I go to the spring again? I want to make another crown.”  Kage blinked slowly as if pondering his request. A soft ‘hmm’ was heard before their eyes began to glow faintly. “If you must, I need to patrol once again...use a bit of my power to go there and be careful.” A strange orb left their body and attached itself to the human’s chest, a gentle glow radiating from it. Diamond smiled and nodded as his own eyes began to glow, matching Kage’s brightness as he felt the duel type’s energy enter him. “I will. You do the same. I shouldn’t be too long.”  With that he turned and held his hands out in front of him, his eyes and Kage’s gem shining as a small portal opened up. “I shall see you soon, Kage-kun.” He smiled before walking through it, sealing off the portal from the other side and taking in the sight of the flower filled beauty known as Sendoff Spring.  He smiled as the sun touched his skin, it felt nice despite how strange it was. He took a look around and made his way over to his favorite spot to sit, right by a group of rocks that resided by the waters edge. A perfect spot to to just watch the world go by.

[gardenofgods]

The Hall of Origin was just as cold and depressing as she remembered it. The massive doors rest before her, and her father on the other side. Giratina takes in a deep breath, before flinging the doors open. Immediately, a dark red sphere hums to life in her hand, before being hurled right at Arceus upon his throne.

All it took was a simple movement of the god’s head for it to miss, careening into the wall behind him. Debris exploded from the marble, raining down and filling the front of the palace in dust.

“Not even going to let me speak, are you? Rotten child.” He seethes, voice dripping with venom. “What’s there to talk about?” Giratina shot back. “You’re just going to insult and belittle me anyways, and then fight when I talk back instead of taking your bullshit laying down.”

In a flash, Arceus was behind her, grabbing her by the back and slamming her into the floor. “I want you to understand something,” he says, ignoring her writhing beneath his grip, “ever since I’ve dealt with that duo, I’ve been very angry. And do you know what made that worse? Learning that you had helped them. For what? For what reason would you extend a hand to anyone, Giratina? Are you trying to get the others on your good graces finally, are you hoping to band together and try to take me down?” He pauses a moment, pushing her into the floor harder. Cracks broke out along the tile, Giratina trying to get some sort of leverage.

“Was there anyone else helping them, or was it just you?” In that moment, Giratina feels her stomach sink. Was he really unaware, or was he testing her? Arceus was waiting for a response - maybe he really was that ignorant about what happened. Whatever the reason, she wasn’t about to throw Kyurem into this. “No,” Giratina lies coolly. She’d been lying to Arceus for most of her life, so it came naturally and easily, “it was just me.” The cold marble presses onto her face. “Why do you fucking care anyways? Piece of shit,” Giratina matches his anger right back, a clashing of auras, “I’m not going to leave someone to suffer after you beat the shit out of them for no reason. You’re letting-”

Suddenly, the marble that was beneath her grew far away as she was lift, and the world moved much faster. Her wings came out, forming a sort of cushion for herself as her back slammed into the far wall. The anger he exuded quickly overwhelmed the presence of her own aura, drowning it out entirely and making her hear static. “I care because you’re going against me. After everything I did for you - this is how you repay your father.”

The laugh that left Giratina was incredulous. “You’re sick in the fucking HEAD if you think you did anything for me.” Now it was her turn to get angry. His words instilled such a deep reaction from her, one of nothing but hate and rage. For a moment, the anger that rolled off of her snuffed out Arceus’ oppressive aura. “You didn’t give two shits about me, and you still don’t. You only give a damn about your pride,” Giratina was utterly seething, unable to believe the audacity he had to say such a thing to her. “You left me to DIE.” Already, she can feel the hot tears welling up in her eyes. It was too late to stop them. “All I ever wanted was your love,” her voice rises an octave, voice growing slightly distorted, “I just wanted to be loved by my own fucking parent. And all you did in return was treat me like a monster, like you didn’t even care or want me around!”

Arceus stood silently, seemingly unaffected by her words. “Oh goodness, this is what you’re crying over? Really, Giratina? You truly haven’t grown up and moved past this yet. Still the same, sniveling coward I remember you being as a little girl. I should have cast you out the second I created you. I knew you were going to become a problem. You influence your brothers and tainted them, and now you’re worming your way into the pantheon’s good graces. You see why I simply cannot let that happen, can’t you? You’re supposed to have nothing. You are supposed to be nothing. A forgotten legend lost to time, insignificant, and unremembered. Yet you always crawl back, always, and-” Arceus lets out a laugh, hand resting on his face, “you see why that’s so utterly infuriating for me, don’t you?”

Giratina bristles, having heard more than enough. “You want to take everything from me? You’re going to have to fucking KILL ME to make that happen.” She growls. “I’ll fucking destroy you, I’ll leave you with nothing.” She slams her hand into the wall behind her, sending a rush of cracks up the marble.

A low, unmistakable hum leaves her palm, and the wall soon collapses in on itself. There’s a great noise of glass shattering and debris rubbing against one another, before the entire wall disappears. There’s a heavy sting to her hand, but she’s too pissed to care.

Arceus was... uncharacteristically silent. He always had some annoying quip or comment to make, but he was utterly quiet now. They were in the eye of the hurricane, an eerie, foreboding calm washing over the palace.

And then, as quick as the calm had arrived, the storm would take back over.

The distance between them was cleared in a second. Less than that, even. She had hardly blinked, and he was gone from his spot, now looming over her. Her breath caught in her throat as she made eye contact with him. It... took her back to the times when she was a child. When she’d destroy something by mistake, and the look in her father’s eyes was of utter hatred and disgust. Like she was a plague upon him, only bringing him grief.

Giratina couldn’t move from her spot. All of the bravado she had minutes ago disappeared, and for a second, she felt like she was a kid again. Rooted in place, unable to move, breathe, or even think. A hard smack to her face got her brain moving again, the slap sending her to the floor and causing a fire-like pain to bloom across her face. She really didn’t have time to recover, before a hard kick struck her ribs next. And he was upon her again, another devastating hit that knocked the wind out of her.

He... wasn’t even using any of his moves, or his Judgement. Only his raw power, and it still felt like she was being flayed alive with every hit. Blood blossomed from her head as she struck the opposite wall, a groan of pain leaving bloodied lips.

Arceus lift her by her hair, earning another painful noise from Giratina. But... this is what she wanted. Yes Arceus, you fucking idiot, get close to her. Another Aura Sphere swirled to life in her palm, Giratina wasting no time in slamming it directly into the side of Arceus’ head. His grip on her loosened, causing her to collapse to the floor in a heap. She coughed and hacked up blood, dark red ichor staining the floors.

A splash of gold next to her made her look up, seeing golden blood running down Arceus’ face, staining the pristine white of his suit. In another act of defiance, her hand slammed onto the wall, destroying it and the glass the same way she had done the first. She bit back the pain that came after using her antimatter, her hands already beginning to feel numb.

With two major points of support gone, parts of the roof began to collapse and cave in. Great slabs of marble fell to the floor, making contact with a thunderous noise. Dust from the marble was kicked up in great amounts, shrouding the entire palace in a cloud. Giratina got up to move, when her arm was seized.

Arceus’ eyes were a deep indigo now, having donned his Draco Plate - a plate she had never seen him use before. Quicker than she could think, a horrific energy flowed up her arm. It was agony. Pure and utter agony. To think that a pain this great existed made her want to retch and curl up in a ball. It was mind numbing, and blew any other pain she’d ever felt clean out of the water.

She was partially aware that she was screaming, without even really meaning to. It felt that as time continued, the pain only grew more and more intense. Her throat was raw, yet she couldn’t stop, even when her howls of agony shook the foundation of Mt. Coronet itself.

After what felt like an eternity, Arceus would release her, Giratina collapsing to the floor again. A sob of pain left her, but was quickly silenced by the god stomping his foot onto her ribcage. Something - multiple things - definitely shattered, and she was so thankful she didn’t really need her lungs.

The metallic taste of blood filled her throat again, Giratina retching and spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor. More of the roof began to collapse inwards, the palace shaking with the impacts onto the floor. As she struggled to get up, to force herself to her feet, another blast of energy slammed into her. Dragon Judgement was the harshest of all, by far, and the pain... oh god, the pain.

Giratina slid across the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind her. A large piece of the roof lay in her way, the heavy impact of her body hitting the debris stopping her. She had to get up. She had to get up.

But Arceus was relentless, and Arceus was cruel. He wouldn’t give her the chance. He lift her by the arm, hurling her through the row of pillars that adorned the room. The force of which she was thrown was enough for her to pass through all three of them entirely, the trio of columns soon collapsing to the destroyed floor. He wasn’t going to kill her, but he was going to make her wish that he did.

Stars exploded behind her eyes as she blinked hard, blood pouring down her face. God, Arceus was too quick for her to keep up with anymore. This time, both of her wrists were seized, and once more, the dragon Judgement was poured directly into her. Not again, not again.

It was just like when she was a child. When Arceus did the same thing to her, but with ice Judgement. Oh, how she would prefer to get struck with ice Judgement a thousand times over rather than this. Her screams were even louder now than before, Giratina devolving into utter hysterics.

“Doesn’t this remind you of old times?” Arceus spoke, a devilish smile upon his face. “Back when you would destroy my things as a child, and I would have to discipline you for it... it brings me such joy to be able to do this again, truly, I’m tickled.” She couldn’t even hear him over her own screams.

In between her screams, which were growing more and more distorted and hysterical over time, she would beg for him to kill her. And all Arceus would do in response was laugh. “Oh my dear, you think I would grant you the mercy of death?” He finally lets go of her wrists, and Giratina collapses, throwing up more blood.

“I would think more carefully about defying me from now on. Wouldn’t it be a shame if something were to happen to those adorable little children of yours?” Her head snaps up as he speaks, a dangerous glint to her eyes. “Don’t- Don’t fucking threaten them.” She doesn’t even have anything to back her words up.

“I don’t believe you’re in any position to give me demands. I’m simply giving you the courtesy of a warning.” Crimson eyes soon moved to look upon the devastation of his palace. He felt his anger bubble up in his chest again, turning to strike Giratina hard across the face. The force of the hit sent her head to the hard floor below, striking it quite solidly, and making the world spin around her.

“I’ve had enough of this; I’m done with you. I’m sure you know what happens next, don’t you?” He lifts Giratina by the throat, too weak to fight back against his hold. “You’ve destroyed my home - and what was once your own home. Was it worth it, Giratina? Was destroying something I can simply recreate in mere seconds worth all of that agony?” Arceus speaks, carrying her to the open air. He eyes some of the cities the dot the base of the mountain, and he wonders if he could really throw her that far.

“You may not come out so lucky next time, my daughter. There would be no tears shed over your death; no one would even notice if you were to simply disappear someday. Enjoy your trip - I don’t anticipate anyone coming for you for quite some time.” He brings his arm back, throwing her out towards the mountain.

[lostonehero]

T

Tw for slight body horror reference to self harm and parts are inspired by cave troll series

The news was soul crushing to the pair. They didn't know going back with giratina, they didn't know that the legend would do something. Now they got the news there dna is changing, and Guzma now thinks when it's done they won't remeber who they were. Cyrus hated to admit it but it had merit to the idea. He was curled into himself watching his admins go into panic mode trying to figure this situation out.

He got up trying to calm himself as he robotically headed back to his room not realize Guzma was following him. He was shaking when he got inside before he could start crying he felt two strong arms wrap around him. He just started to cry clinging onto the familiar scent of honey and moss. "I-." His words died on his tongue as Guzma shush him.

"We will get through this together." Guzma's voice was strained but strong. They were both leaning on each other for comfort and strength.

The words between them died as they just filled the silence with comfort in each other.

......

A few days go by the news finally sunk in, and it was like a silence between them that broke as they continued to lean on each other for comfort.

"So what kind of pokemon do you think you'll become." Guzma asked breaking the silence. "I hope I become a bug type."

"Of course you do, bug man." Cyrus sighs no real malice in his tone. "I don't know."

"Maybe you'll be your cleffa Cy."

"Maybe you'll be your bug Guzma."

"That would be great my partner woukd have me as a brother."

Cyrus sighs and a faint smile creeps on his face. "I can be a friend to my pokemon as well."

"I'm glad we are in agreement."

.....

"Get off of my trainer."

The soft hiss and malice of the voice made Guzma think of Cyrus, but Cyrus was asleep wrapped around him. They were just friends and just needed to comfort each other.

"Leave weird man don't need you" another hiss from the strange voice.

Guzma still not really registering who or what said that. "Mmh sleeping leave us be."

This silenced the voice for a second. "Understand me?"

"Mmh yeah sleep." Guzma yawns pulling Cyrus closer.

"No away from my trainer." The voice now louder.

Cyrus stirred awake. "Stop talking, you make a better furnace then a companion."

Guzma chuckles falling back asleep

"Trainer no get away from strange man."

Cyrus yawns "he's warm " and curls back to sleep.

The voice seems to pout and climbs onto the bed and lays next to Cyrus annoyance dripping off them.

......

Cyrus was the first to come too realizing his Wevile was released amd curled next to him. This was odd his pokemon knew to stay in there balls till he released them. He reached out and pet the small pokemon with a soft smile. "This better not become a habit of yours Comet."

"Protect my trainer"

Cyrus blinked and looked behind at Guzma who was still fast asleep, then returns his gaze to his own pokemon. "What?"

"I protect you "

"Right..." Cyrus rubs his temples realizing this must be an effect of him slowly loosing his humanity. He can now understand his pokemon. It wasn't a bad thing he just didn't know how to feel about this.

Wevile sat up looking at Cyrus. "Need to protect from that strange man."

Cyrus actually smiled and pet his pokemon again. "Let the strange man be"

His wevile looked up and nodded its been awhile since he saw his trainer smile like that. Maybe the stranger wasn't that bad after all.

.....

Guzma couldn't stop looking at his wrists, his old scars were still there but now he had matching open wounds on his wrists. He knew this was from his body changing, and it hurt so much yet he couldn't do anything but keep it covered. Cyrus didn't help much he was dealing with something similar on his head his hair had streaks of red from the blood. It just hurt so much.

"It hasn't been two weeks yet. Why does this have to happen in stages?" Guzma gave a frustrated huff then a soft oof when his pokemon Goli picked him up amd hugged him.

"Ok now Guzma nobody hurt my Guzma."

Guzma sighs and gives a soft smile. "Buddy you know I'm not there anymore I'm just in a little pain right now."

"Got to fix and protect Guzma."

He chuckles and was let down. "Alright alright I'm ok now Guli I'm ok."

Cyrus watched this curiosity now filling his mind. He wondered why Guzma pokemon was so protective like it knew how to calm down Guzma in an instant. How did it know?

"What ya lookin at space man?"

Cyrus rolled his eyes "you what else am I to distract myself from this pain."

Guzma let out another laugh. "Man Cy you always know how to lighten the mood."

Cyrus frowns not realizing that was a joke he said, but a red tint brushed across his cheeks as he saw Guzma give that smile at him. In that moment he felt no pain but only a warm feeling in his chest.

The next day....

"Are you going to keep poking your protruding spurs?" Cyrus huffed ignoring the new weight on his head.

"I have spurs on my arm like a heracross." Guzma's eyes sparkled. "I am becoming bug man"

Cyrus rubs his temples annoyed and sighs. "I'm so glad you're enjoying our impending doom."

"You've got matching horns with your cleffa, you should be happy, your hair hides most of it anyway."

"Thats not the point Guzma, I'm afraid of loosing you." He immeditally regretted the words that came out of his mouth in his panic. Emotions were never his strong suit yet he still let them get the best of him. He quickly sputtered. "I mean you're the first good thing and i..."

Guzma's face was bright red. "Ya really mean that Cy? I mean I like you too ok." He huffs amd leans in and pulls Cyrus into a kiss. Pulling away just as fast. "You could of stopped me if I crossed a.... line."

Guzma looked at Cyrus who had stars in his eyes. "That is not enough evidence for me I require another to deem it appropriate." This time he goes in for a kiss and pulls away red faced. "Inconclusive I belive we need to try again."

Guzma laughed and pulled the smaller man into a tight hug. "I love you too Cy, and you don't have to make everything so sciencey having emotions is ok."

Cyrus hugged him back like his life depended on it. "I fear now that I have something to loose I don't want our time to be up."

"Neither do I Cy, but I'm glad our fleeting time is spent together." Guzma smiles even though he can feel his own tears fall down his face.

........

"This is a awful idea Cyrus, and I can't belive I'm saying that." Guzma can barely hold his balance in the ice skates he was wearing.

"I used to ice skate a lot growing up when I was with my grandfather, I wish to make a new memory doing it with you." Cyrus explains trying to push the taller man onto the ice.

"You're lucky I'm not as cold as before atleast this weird dna thing is helping me adapt to the cold Cy." He looked back to see Cyrus huff amd go onto the ice himself, he had to admit that houndoom tail did fit him, and became a great excuse to look at his ass.

Cyrus was amazing on the ice and Guzma just wanted to get closer but as soon as he got on the ice he went face first into the cold floor. This caused Cyrus to start laughing which was the first time the taller man heard him laugh it was like the best music he ever heard.

"You really are bad at this, I guess destruction in human form only works in sneakers." Cyrus smiles continuing to skate.

Guzma smiles pushing himself up to just sit on the ice and watch him go. He wasn't angry for the first time after failing he was happy. Cyrus really did help him with his emotions.

......

It was getting closer to the final day and they weren't ready. Both felt as if they had no energy to do anything, and yet both have been eating like crazy. There pokemon have been showing so much concern they've been treating the two like they are baby pokemon that need help with everything, even Cyrus's little cleffa has been getting concerned.

Guzma stared up at the ceiling "your admins have been driving me...." he yawns cutting off the sentence, and he curls closer to Cyrus. "Can't blame them tomorrow is the day."

Cyrus held onto Guzma not wanting things to end, he wished he had more time. "I'm sorry."

"Don't.... be" he stifles another yawns. "Mmh too tired."

Cyrus was equally exhausted yet they haven't done anything for a week. All they've been doing is eating and sleeping so much. "Mmh Guzma?"

"Yeah..."

"I love you."

"I love you too"

The two embraced barely able to stay awake spending the final hours they had together.

......

Cyrus didn't expect to wake up, he expected to forget everything and live on as a pokemon. Yet here he was next to Guzma in a wet and sticky bed. His body did feel different though he could still see he had hands with sharp claws like comet, but still hands. He was able to wiggle his toes and move his legs so that was the same. Something had to be wrong. He looked over to Guzma who was still dead asleep and noticed it first.

Guzma had two prominate attena from his head along with clawed fingers like his own but different, he had spurs on the back of his ankles and what looked like armor speckled about his body which reminded him of different bug types exoskeleton. His teeth were sharper as well, and he swore it looked like Guzma back had a large shield on it covered the entire thing.

Did his body change that much as well? He couldn't really tell, but all he felt was hunger as his stomach growled louder then he was used to. He needed to figure himself out first, but he could smell something delicious from somewhere in this building. He wiggled free from Guzma and headed towards the smell.

....

Cyrus's former admins looked shocked when they saw him walk towards them as he sits at the table eyes locked on the food they were cooking. Saturn ran up to him with tears and thanked the higher powers at be that master Cyrus was still alive and here.

Cyrus wasn't really listening when a large plate of food was placed in front of him. It took a moment for him to use utensils with his new claws but once he got it he gladly ate until he was full.

It seems as if the smell attracted Guzma as well like a bug pokemon to honey. They both ate in silence not really registering that they both were ok.

When it did dawn on them they held each other's hand under the table and shared a smile. They made it together.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

“Stressed out? Who’s stressed out? I’m fine. This is fine. I haven’t slept since I began working on the next two weeks of homework. This is fine.”

WIP of teenager Penny (Maybe around 14-17)!! She had natural purple hair in different shades before dying the up and middle parts many shades of pink as a first sign of rebellion from people’s expectations as she still puts her hair in a neat mini box braids in a bun while still covering her right eye due to her childhood incident.

I still need to add her ears and maybe practice more of my braids (i’m so sorry if I screwed up, shading as Penny’s hair is very hard to figure out when color is which i gotta fix the hair and head. Her pose and outfit is inspired by Trainer Dawn’s (the top being purposefully cutted to show her asymmetrical) and young Cynthia’s poses by souji/shigino sohuzi which her pose is inspired from 

She’s wears lot of space theme outfits and some motifs with clocks and moons as her name means “moon goddess” opposite of Phoibos,( she once wore a sun and moon themed kimono during a festival with Phoibos and it was one of the few times he genuinely smiled, like it was small but there), even then she began to wear more goth clothing (fake goth as a middle finger to the folks who put a lot of pressure on her, not her mums) and loves shades of pink and purple with her black and gold clothing since it doesn’t clash with her hair to show her side of professionalism. 

She was still painfully insecurities and socially awkward, preferring to spend time in the library or hidden away from her classmates in the darkest corners of the school or outside behind many shrubs and trees where unlike Phoibos, preferred the company of Pokemon as they’re easier to understand and don’t judge her for her eye or how she panics on what to say to strangers like how some students think she’s a witch due to her quiet shy personality and even some adults tell her that she’s an “assistant to Giratina”,(doesn’t help when she starts her goth phrase, people freaked out at her makeup,being her black mascara, eyeliner, lipstick and dark purple eyeshadow though she changed it to pink lipstick to match her hair and insisted that she liked giratina.

Even though she never hang out with people her age a she would go ou of her way to avoid conflict and fights, she would succumb to peer pressure which stems from her desperation of being liked and wanting to please everyone, being much of a pushover and doormat which got her to be taken advantage of thanks to her love/hate image of her eye since that’s all people saw her as that, a mistake, even with her buying contact lenses, makeup can’t always hide the scar she received, she’s that girl who got straight a’s, did the extra credit and does all the homework early even the one not due and a bit of a teacher’s pet but still is rather looked down upon by some due to her eye

Though when she looked Phoibos, whose’s eyes were pure white that one who assume he was blind. Not just that but also his eyebrows and hair combined with his eye bags on his lovely pale skin, Penny called his eyes were like moonstones glittering under the moon, Cheesy she knows but for the small smile and light blush on his face, it was worth it…

In her teens she was inspired by Jagged Stone and Chandra with plaid skirts, garter belts, shredded fishnet stockings, fingless gloves, chokers and t-shirts that are covered in graphic designs like supportive words in kanji, bands, pokeball designs and of course, space but mostly moon and stars designs as she nejoy watching the contsellations and planets with Phoibos in their min clubhouse and telescope she got for her birthday since Celestic town was slowly getting bigger think game and anime size with some small houses but also has the research lab where her grandmother is the region’s professor but also wears those furry turtleneck sweaters with a cool design.

Even as she got older it wasn’t that bad but She is an obsessive perfectionist workaholic and often studies, trains, and exercises to the point of collapse her pokemon often making sure she ate and slept combined with her crippling anxiétés with most being over her lament of her lost friendship with Phoibos who has strayed to a dark path of destruction, being forced to fight him even as he insited she joined him in his “perfect” world before deciding to end her “misery” with a “mercy kill” (though she has how his fists shaked and their was aslight quiver in his voice) and leaving him behind in the Distortion World to rot.

Giratina still lets her visit as she was fond of him/it and actually gushed for a few moments once properly meeting Giratina, she often sends supplies to Phoibos and wrote many letters but doesn’t know how to tell him when she actually does visit since she did punch and kick him plus his jealousy issues of her. Though they will talk about it leading to Phoibos having an emotional breakdown and sobbing his eyes out as Penny wraps him in a hug, so he’s terrified of harming her and others, is very touched starved and strives to be better, he still cries over the scars he or other people gave her    Despite her obsessive tendencies, Penny is utterly dedicated to the her region and has a very strong sense of justice, loyalty and is still very well loved as she has the warmth and kindness a good leader should even though she is socially awkward and internally panics at the sight she’s slipping up. Though she is a huge multitasker even though she will slowly crack to pressure though it will take a while for them to show until she breaks down in private, but her pokemon comfort her

She’s misses those times… times of them talking endlessly for hours infodumping on each other, in a meadow of sunflowers and moonflowers when she gave him a friendship bracelet with a sun charm for his birthday while she made herself a matching bracelet with a moon charm, she misses them reading next to each other and one of them falling asleep on the other’s shoulder, her apologizing for talking too much and him watching her with fond eyes as he tells her it’s ok and let’s her finish talking about the latest chapter of Sinnoh history or when he creates a machine, she didn’t think she was considered to be liked, never thought about, if it ruined their friendship…and now it’s too late

[snowpeawritings]

Separate HCs for Dawn and Barry (Pkmn) slowly falling in love with protag!Reader while they’re on their adventures?

YES YES MY CHILDHOOD GAME AND BEST GEN!!!!!!!!!!!

ALSO YES CHILDHOOD FRIENDS FALLING IN LOVE YESSSSS

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): None

| Dawn |

- At first, she thought you were another teen who doesn’t respect Pokemon when she spots you and Barry running into tall grass. That changed when she saw how your eyes brightened when she saw you interact with your starter Pokemon for the first time.

- It was there that she began to teach you the basics of being a Pokemon Trainer. It was adorable at first, seeing the assistant turn into a teacher when it comes to you. 

- As much as she loves being the Professor’s assistant, she would love to go to Hearthome and audition for contests. You’re the only one who knows about this, her being far too embarrassed to tell the other’s when you were the one who saw her gleeful outbursts when meeting one of the contest judges.

- It was that moment there that when you started to laugh at how adorable she was talking about contests that her heart skipped a beat. At that moment, she wasn’t the Professor’s assistant-she was just another teenager in a Pokemon adventure that just so happened she fell in love with her companion.

- She’s more of a nurturer so to speak, so any given moment that you two are adventuring together, she would heal your Pokemon. It’s not just your team though, she would heal you in case that you gotten scraped. It’s an excuse for her to stand closer to you but ultimately, it’s her caring nature for you.

- She confesses before you went inside the portal that led to the world of Giratina. She doesn’t know if you were going to live or not and she doesn’t want to know. Dawn shouted at the top of her lungs that she loved you and that she would be waiting for you back in the real world.

- When you do come back, with Giratina in your Poke Ball, she gives you the biggest hug she could muster as you told her you reciprocated her feelings.

| Barry |

- He finally has a rival worthy of his journey! He expects you to keep up with him because-after all-he doesn’t have time for slowpokes. It’s usually him to drag you along his adventures and training regimens as he tells you his dreams of being the best there ever was.

- Whether you’re just as rambunctious as him or laid-back, he would still drag you nonetheless. He never shuts his mouth so I hope you’re ready to hear him talk and talk and talk. Of course, that doesn’t mean Barry was selfish. He honestly loves to listen to you during campfires late at night and that he’s interested in your goals.

- Honestly this boy is so dense, he thought that him hugging you so tightly whenever you won a match against someone and have his heart beat fast is normal. It took both his mom and Dawn that he loves you and yes, you and him are literally the oh my god, they were rivals trope.

- Despite the new information, he doesn’t change how much physical affection he gives you. Even when battling against each other, he would give you a hug right after, making sure they last longer because hey, he really loves hugs!

- He confesses when you become Champion but not right after. When you came back to Twinleaf Town with the title in your hands, he asks you to come with him to Lake Verity. He was oddly calm, something that frightened you for a moment, until he confessed to you that he loves you. If you reciprocate, he’ll have more energy that he could rival the generators in cities.

[themeowsticvigilante]

Obsidian Eyes

~~Featured Short Story: Xern~~

[Before proceeding to read, this story will include themes related to child abuse, implied death, cults, corruption and loss of mental autonomy. All will be tagged accordingly.]

Turnback Cave 

It was dark inside this cave save for the dimly lit candles hanging overhead. The faint crimson glow of the lights aligned in a parallel formation from the hallways of the cave. Your vision is a little bit hazy as you walk aimlessly through the dark caverns. 

It feels like a dream or … was it a dream? You keep walking as many thoughts run through your head. After all, you can only go forward. 

More steps further you go, your feet now starting to leave red footprints as it makes squishing sounds as you walk. Only, you feel something strange. You look down where your feet were and see … blood, puddles of blood everywhere even when you turn around. You are also not alone either. 

Two figures, a Plusle, and a Minun watch you from the far side of the cavern. Even when they are far apart from you, you can still feel dread as you stare back at them. Their eyes white and soulless with no pupils whatsoever and they also seem to be drenched in blood. 

They start to approach you, moving faster and faster. Something is off; looking back at them it appears that they are hovering instead of running. Fearing the worst, you start running not minding the puddles of blood along the way.

You keep on running with what feels like an eternity, your body starting to give up and struggling to continue. Those two figures from before are still chasing you in hot pursuit with no sign of stopping. You try desperately to keep running to escape this apparent nightmare until … you trip in a large puddle of blood.

You stumble forward, almost hitting your head into a dead-end … a wall. In a fit of rage, you try punching it to no avail, you are panting heavily at this point and feel like your lungs are about to give out. Upon hearing the wet sloshes of blood coming towards you, you stand up and fall with you back against the wall. 

The two figures have finally caught up, staring at you with those soulless eyes and upon closer inspection, scars all over their bodies. They each raise a rusted bloody knife as they pace slowly towards you. You try shielding yourself with your arms but they feel too heavy to lift as they stab you and … you awaken.

"Awaken, child! The time has come …"

A voice echoes in front of the Riolu, he has barely woken up as he yawns and faces where the voice came from. It was a cloaked figure, clad in red and noticeably tall wearing a gold and silver mask covering their face. 

"What … What do you mean, elder …?" 

He stands up from where he slept, a bed draped in a red cloth without a pillow as he stretches his arms and groggily looks around dazed. 

"Your birth, child. Come, we must hurry. The daughter does not forgive insolence." 

The elder grabs the Riolu with a tight grip as he yelps and flinches. He feels like fighting with the elder's grip but he was too tired to do so. He just whimpers and aimlessly walks with them. 

~~~

As they walk, he can see the blood-stained walls of the cavern. Sharp and earthen stalactites were stained with a scarlet red as it dripped into the ground, forming small puddles. He keeps on walking, looking away from the blood as he paces forward. He tries to close his eyes to avoid the sight of the caverns but something or someone kept him from doing so. 

We were your friends … Why would you do this to us … Betrayer! Liar! Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!

The images of the twins he killed were there in his mind, scarred and bloodied. They were screaming to him in the inside of his mind as their voices gradually became louder and louder. With a scream, he opens his eyes once again. The elder just looks towards him and utters a sigh. 

"Nightmares are just illusions waiting to be forgotten, child. Keep in mind what the daughter seeks for all of us." 

The elder stops walking as they both face a vestibule leading to a dark room. The Riolu can hear whispers and muttering from inside as he gulps in air, he is visibly shaking upon facing the room. 

"Let us go, the daughter is already calling to you." 

"No! Please! I am not ready yet!" 

He now tries desperately to escape the elder's grip as he pleads to be let go. The elder, however, just shakes their head in disbelief and grunts having none of it. The elder lets go and immediately grips the Riolu's neck with their paw, their claws poking at his throat and almost enough to draw blood.

"The daughter dictates when you are ready. She alone decides your fate …"

The elder bellows, his monotonous voice piercing through the Riolu's will as the mere force of the elder's grip made him gasp for air and struggle desperately. 

"Y-yes …elder … I-I … w-will obey …  …" 

The Riolu was on the verge of losing consciousness when he was dropped to the ground with a soft thud and barely landing on his feeble legs. He struggles to get up only to meet with the elder's indifferent gaze and just waits for him to regain his composure. He nods in defeat as he enters the room with the elder following close behind. 

~~~

The room was slightly illuminated with the crimson glow of the torches overhead in aligned rows. A group of masked Pokemon was already there waiting for him, silently staring at the newcomer and their masks matching the elder. 

In the middle was an altar, made of a large stump of redwood and cut into 12 sides. Intricate designs were carved into the wood with what appears to be sigils of different kinds. The center of the altar lay a large pool of black liquid, clear as a mirror and stagnant. 

“Is this the child whom she will breathe new life with?”

One of them asks. It is hard to tell who was talking as their faces were concealed from behind those masks. The elder, looming behind the boy nods and gestures his hand toward the altar. 

"Prepare the mirror." 

He grabbed the Riolu by the hand as he restrained him using some rope. The rope was reeking of dried blood as it wrapped around his body. He is unable to struggle even if he wanted to. 

The elder then carried the Riolu's bound body towards the altar as the masked Pokemon began to whisper a harmonic chant. They were holding hands and forming a circle as their gaze focused on the center of the altar.

The Riolu lay there bound helplessly towards his apparent doom. His pleading eyes were looking towards the faceless only to be answered by more chanting. 

"Kat'ze, the Discordant Daughter 

… I bring you a vessel! He shall herald your purpose in this world!" 

The elder holding the Riolu placed him above the altar's center. The once stagnant liquid started to move in a spiral and glowed a vibrant hue as if to look like a spatial void. Upon seeing this, the Riolu struggled and squirmed with all of his will to live but to no avail. 

"Kat'ze, we invoke you! Hear our calling!"

The Riolu can feel himself losing consciousness and his eyes slowly getting heavy as he can barely open them. The cacophonous chants of the hooded elders around the altar were all he could hear until … everything turns black. 

~~~

Every second felt like hours in this darkness, and it didn’t help that the cacophony of voices he was hearing was replaced by buzzing. The buzzing was worse by a thousandfold, as it was causing a head-splitting headache as he slept. Everything was dark, pitch-black nothingness as he tried opening his eyes again. 

The buzzing doesn’t stop as the Riolu grips both of his temples in an attempt to rid himself of this noise as he tries to get back on his feet. The only problem is, there is no solid ground. He looks around expecting to see pitch black darkness only, there is light … little clusters of light around him. 

Since he can’t walk, he can only sort of glide aimlessly around this place as he looked for some way out of here. It also didn’t help that the buzzing sound didn’t stop as he struggled to maneuver himself while covering his ears.

“Stop right there!”

No sooner than he made a relatively short distance when he heard an echo from behind him. The voice was almost bellowing and loud with authority. The voice had a hint of raspiness and felt distorted like this wasn’t supposed to be theirs, to begin with. He immediately turned towards where the voice came from. 

“Kindly explain why are you here?”

Instinctively, he uncovers his ears pleasantly surprised that the buzzing from before has stopped. He idly looks at the one in front of him, an Origin Form Giratina looking at him with both curiosity and liking. He can’t utter a single word because of both his adoration of the mighty being in front of him and the fear of what they are capable of. The being, however, simply sighed and circled him.

“So my disciples offered me another vessel? Explain yourself, child. Who are you and why are you the one chosen?”

The Giratina coiled around him and looking directly at his face, her black glassy eyes staring directly into him as if it was piercing his soul. The Riolu can see in her eyes clusters of stars being destroyed into a spiral, devoid of light. He gathers enough courage to speak a few words.

“J-jargon … my name’s Jargon … I-I …  was … forced to be here by my elders …”

“Tsk tsk tsk … such incidents happen all the time, child. You are not a rare occurrence …”

“H-how about you … who are you?”

The Giratina grins upon hearing the question, her tendrils holding on to the Riolu’s shoulders as she lets out a hearty giggle. It was clear she was amused by his curiosity.

“I was once known as Xiel’zeun, The Daughter of He Who Crafted the World, I was once pure and full of light … I was once one of the well-known constellations of this realm.”

She holds up a star with one of her tendrils and shows it to the Riolu as if it was a masterpiece she is proud of showing. Her voice became a little softer, you can hear what her voice originally was. 

 “But unfortunately … this wasn’t my calling, to begin with. I saw something from beyond the stars … a vision. It beckoned me towards it …it made me realize what true craftsmanship was all about. I am not Xiel’zeun no more … I am Kat’ze, The Discordant Daughter.”

In an instant, the star that she was holding disintegrated into dark matter, leaving behind a gaping event horizon in its wake as she giggled, her voice being back to normal. She turned to look at Jargon, sensing the absolute fear in his eyes and expression.

“Now, do you see what you’re into, child? Come, let me make you part of something greater ... “

She grabs Jargon by the arm the instant he attempts to escape his sight. She holds his head, making him stare back into her face a little too close as she grins wide.

“Look into my eyes, child … tell me … will you stare into these ebony glassy eyes?”

Jargon struggled to look away but something … something within him made him drawn towards her ebony eyes. He tried fighting back the longing that slowly crept through every fiber of his being. If only his will wasn’t easily broken … if only he wasn’t already weak from everything he had been through. 

“Don’t close your eyes, child … I want you to see. I want you to witness true art …”

His mind went blank for a moment, as his remaining will to break free from the corruption faded away as stardust swept into the emptiness of space. He lowered his head, as he fell silent for a brief moment. His eyes then opened, his left eye was a scarlet red as sanguine as to the blood he had spilled in that fateful murder. His right eye was an ebony black, it mirrored Kat’ze’s eye almost perfectly as some of its corruption branched out further into his right temple. He now had a new vision, he thought to himself. From this new vision, a new identity must flourish.

“Now child … who are you again?”

“I … I-I am Xern, I am happy to be in your presence my queen.”

[a-tale-of-legends]

Hey there! I hope you're doing well. So silly ask but your reblog about "there are two types of trainers" with Charizard and Leon bonding/Raihan and Duraludon screaming at the top of their lungs got me wondering. Of your OCs and their Pokemon who would act like Leon and Charizard who would act like Raihan and Duraludon?

Hello, hello! I'm doing fine, thank you for asking!

If we're speaking on a technical level, all of my oc's are Leon and Charizard bonding, cause duh. But this ask is too fun for a simple answer like that, is it? I'm going the extra mile with a quick explanation, cause why not.

Leon and Charizard bonding gang:

Naomi: in battle she becomes more stoic, and besides. It's Naomi. The only time Naomi would scream is for singing. Neptune, her Inteleon, likes to rap around her for cuddles.

Kiran: Too tired for yelling. Has a research paper to do. Bodhi

Jewel: Especially with Suicune and Kuro( Espeon). Both an act real bratty, but it's ultimately a good bonding time.

Aiko: She was trained to battle with grace and beauty, as well as to remain calm as much as possible. Now, Aiko in her nature is an excitable gal. A real go getter, right? So she would sometimes have her Raihan moments. But most of the time, she's just babying her pokemon a whole bunch. She loves them a lot.

Jude: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. She wasn't entirely big on the bonding when she started out, but grew to love it as she continued. Sometimes she would just have her pokemon surround her in a cuddle pile( Jude 🤝 Naomi: pokemon cuddle pile)

Dante: Has always valued the time with his pokemon, even when he was not in the correct headspace. Afterwards he felt the need to owe it up to them, so he often is giving them a lot of attention which makes Jude a lil jealous lol

Wayne: Still don't know if he can talk to Pokemon or have some sort of telepathic powers, but either way, he LOVES to bond with pokemon, his own, wild ones strangers...

Danica: Danica is hard cause her whole thing is that no one can really get a good read on her, both in and out if battle. But some of her pokemon would ( mainly the excitable Kit). And Giratina is Giratina. Creepy as hell, but matches Danica perfectly. But other than that, it's just her and her pokemon chilling, making pastries. Probably scaring people of the side, who knows.

Alexis: Leon and Charizard is Alexis and Kai everyday ( more reason to ship them). Kai, being Alexis' therapy mon as well as partner, will always be there for Alexis. The same goes for Alexis. Alexis' whole team would are absolute sweethearts, and as much as I want to ramble about them I haven't touched the Raihan trainers.

Raihan and Duraludon

Carol: Duh. Massive Raihan fan. Likes to rile people up so they can find out their weaknesses ( think Blue). But like. MASSIVE Raihan fan.

Kenji: Okay, I need to go one a tangent cause casual Kenji and Champion Kenji has different vibes that I never talked about. Casual Kenji is a sweet boy, very cheery and optimistic. A good boi. He wears a mix between 80-90's inspired clothing and just anything that looks soft( thanks Danica). Champion Kenji is just Itto from Genshin Impact( visually) except has the colors of Ho-Oh and like one sleeve on. He also has a cool fan, cause why not, he looks pretty. His has a playful smirk on his face, his eyes look sharper than the were( plus red eye shadow), and he acts a bit more confident than he usually is. Then you realize that Kenji has always been like this and the only reason your noticing is because he's in a hot outfit. Champion Kenji is a little bastard and I love him for that. Go off king. Ahem. Also he has a Feraligatr and Dragonite, yes he will be screaming at the top of his lungs. Don't get to distracted boys 😉

Aster: Girl can't really tell all the time, so she has Rotom do it for them. Will kick kneecaps if it's needed. Castillo( her Decidueye) is very chill but is also the type to cheer her on, so yeah. Chaotic grimlins.

Yarrow: Used to be part of Team Skull. Got granted, he was always pretty chill, but if you want a bear down, you'll get a beat down. Not to mention he has an Incinaroar and we all know how they are.

Kohaku and Jin I'm going to but here away from the rest cause their funny. Young Jin is definitely a Raihan and Duraludon, especially with their little temper. Kohaku was a bit more withdrawn in her youth, so she would rather focus on Pokemon research than pokemon battles. But as adults they flipped the script. Kohaku is often bonding with her pokemon via constantly running around and doing random research shit, and just being more chaotic than she used to be. The same can be applied to her pokemon. Jin's pokemon has always been more calm, especially Vivian their Sceptile. So as they gets older and mellows out it's less about the battle, and more about the experience. You would often find them chilling with tea in their hand, watching their pokemon do their thing like a tired parent, lol. They also kinda have to be like that or else Kohaku would die out her own curiosity. Don't be fooled though. Jin is still very much a chaotic gremlin. You should hear them do heavy metal.

I hope this answers suffice @epicspheal ! Also sorry if I got a little off topic, haha. ( Or I didn't answer the question completely well).