#kid elesa

[nell0-0]

Three kids on their pokemon journey

[archersxartxblog]

Day 2: Friends/Family

Elesa and the boys just about to start their journey

[critterbitter]

Thinking about pokemon teams helping coparent… ahh.

Masterpost for more of my shenanigans!

[noxstrages]

hi im back on my bullshit

tween trio messing with their hair (to their parents' dismay)

if you're wondering why emmet says he doesn' t need to hear, I have a hard of hearing HC with him (i try to draw him with hearing aids whenever it fits)

Transcript below!

Panel 1:

Elesa: Hiiiii, Ingo, Emmet, my friends... Can I dye my hair at your guys' house? Ingo: She said 'No', like I said she would, didn't she? Elesa: Maybe Emmet: Did you bring my dye, too? Elesa: Yeah, duh! Emmet: Then, yes!

Panel 2:

Ingo: So... What's the plan for when they prohibit us from meeting again? Elesa: It'll be fine! We'll meet up like we did after we cut your hair! Emmet: i don't need to hear to know we're fucked again. Ingo: We will be if you say that word in front of them. Elesa: Trust me! We'll be just fine! Emmet: Yep. Verrry fucked. Ingo: EMMET. Ingo: He is right though.

[esprei]

Emmet month - Day 4: Memories

though Ingo may be gone, he'll never be forgotten

[painted-fanbird]

POV: you’re the tired Pokemon partners to a trio of slightly feral rat children. (You are also feral yourself)

One part experiment, one part art style study of @critterbitter’s GORGEOUS art, and all an excuse to dabble in drawing some Pokémon (and bonus rat children because Crit I love what you’ve done with them so much it’s ENDING ME every time you post)

Done in Procreate entirely with the syrup brush to capture the feel of MS Paint because that’s the mood I was in lol, and only a single blend layer right at the end to harmonize the colors. Those shadows and highlights were picked entirely by hand and I feel stronger for it <3

Bonus: Rat children reactions!

[smashwolfen]

They wanted to ride the first train they saw as soon as Ingo and Akari got back from Hisui, this is what they got and they are verrrrrrrrry excited!!

[xero013]

A wild Tyna and Irida appears

Uh Oh! It seems they appeared in an unfamiliar place!

Or maybe... Not so unfamiliar?

(Sorry this took so long Roxy lol, also as always, cute lil babies, wanted to show my own fankids but had trouble in how I'd segway them in xD

Also I know Tyna and Irida lean more to their fathers but Elesa was the closest lol)

Tyna and Irida are Emmet and Elesa's kids (from what I recall in our discussions?) while their older sisters would be Ingo and Elesa's (which would be my designs but I don't know when I'll show them lol)

[patriamrealm]

Can we see what Elesa would look like?

I've actually drawn her a few times but thanks for the excuse to draw a full body image of her.

She has Zebstrika aspects! and she does paint her hooves blue and red. In another thing built different in a world with aspects are headphones built to work with different shaped ears.

She is also still a model however I altered her clothing to be a bit more functional when battling because as a gym leader she often battles alongside her pokemon against others. She winds up injured, running around and pulling off attacks of her own. In other words these are specifically her battle clothes.

Also have a bonus kiddo Elesa when she still had blitzel aspects

[spiderpupware]

[solarkindred]

Volume Control & Food Exchange but written

psst, go to the @critterbitter blog, its great(links at the end)

Another day in Unova another day of being a pariahed foreigner.. Oh what a dreary way to live, Elesa lamented dramatically to herself as she sped walked to her parent’s car with Blitzle close behind her. She doesn’t know why her parents thought moving to Unova would be a good idea, Sinnoh was just as great as Unova! If not better! Unova— specifically Nimbasa— was stinky, dirty and full of trubbish. Literally! She had to fight one off the community garbage bin yesterday. Yuck.

She normally didn’t pay attention to the people around because why should she when she couldn’t understand them nor they with her. But a particularly loud voice piped up, yelling something in what seemed like good-hearted disdain. And boy was the voice loud. She turned her head to look at the person causing the voice to mime to them to pipe down but what Elesa saw instead were two boys who looked disgustingly similar. And were it not for their different colored clothes of black and white she would not be able to tell who was being loud and who wasn’t.

The boy in a white zipped up jacket yelled triumphantly as he knocked the other black clad boy’s fingers with his two. Boy-in-black pouted and— oh my Arceus are they playing chopsticks? A spark of hope and anxiety spiked in her heart. Should she go introduce herself? They must be cool if they know the chopsticks game. Should she go ask to join despite her parents being just outside the school gates?

…

Screw it.

Pulling up as much confidence as she can she marched right up to the boys who upon closer inspection looking even more similar despite boy-in-white having a smile and boy-in-black having a frown. She cleared her throat effectively gaining both their attention and spoke up,”A sumimasen—*“ she said and cursing her shaking voice afterwards. Both boys suddenly grew nervous and tense under her gaze which she found a little odd but brushed it off. Boy-in-black stiffly pointed to himself while the other adamantly avoided her eyes while wringing his hands. Again, odd behavior but whatever!

She jabbed her hand out at the feeling of Blitzle leaning against her calves, his way of saying he was there and that she should at least try,”K-konichiwa! Watashi nu namae ma Elesa desu*!” She told them rushedly. Boy-in-black opened his mouth and a goddamn voice like a Noble Roar entered her ears and her hearing aids freaking broke. Yelping at the harsh sting of pain she covered her ears hopefully to prevent the sight of blood from peeking out and to distract her brain from the pain. Pressure, her mom told her several times before, was a good way to stop blood. Blitzle was braying, though she couldn’t really hear him do so, as Elesa felt tears pricking her eyes.

Boy-in-black suddenly looked away from his doppelgänger as the sound of her yell(as did several other kids in the yard) and grew much more withdrawn as his lips seemed to slow while Boy-in-white tensed and looked around them nervously. Blitzle was sparking defensively while nudging Elesa away and glaring at the black’ n’ white boys who very much shrunk at his glare. Elesa turned to run off, ears now ringing painfully “loud” and to her car with Blitzle in tow.

She didn’t notice the boys’ lamenting and grieving at their mucked-up attempt of being sociable.

~~~

Its been exactly 2 days, an hour and 5 minutes since Ingo’s attempt at introducing himself and Emmet to the exchange student at their school. So far neither him or Ingo have seen the girl and her Blitzle(that he definitely, absolutely didn’t want to pet) but! As a good man he would resolve this miscompl— no that’s not the word— miscommunis— no not that either, miscom— whatever the word was he would fix it! And by the dragons he would be dragging Ingo down with him if this failed. Emmet was sure of that.

Emmet set down the package as Ingo knocked on the door. After that was done both of them stood there. And waited. And waited… and waited until his brother snapped from nerves,”Nope. I can’t do this.” He said, half-hugging himself with one arm and slouching. A shockingly emotive moment for his brother. Emmet pounced on to his brother’s shoulder, his own well of nerves flooding up his spine like he was hit with Chilling Water,”HUH?! Don’t leave me alone—“ Ingo winced,”I-I would never but.. Emmet.” “Yes?”

“If this goes poorly I will perish on the spot.”

Ingo sounded as if he was about to burst into stress-induced tears. Verrrry not good. Quick Emmet, say something comforting. Or really anything.

“Brother, don’t be a shelmet—“ “If I’m a shelmet then you’re the whole escavlier.”

Emmet smirked and leaned away, hands raised as he cheekily replied,”Then as a humble support ‘mon—“ Ingo cut him off,”Why don’t you knock this time.” Emmet froze staring at his brother who stared back unwaveringly. Emmet, giving in, knocked for the second time. Really, where were these people? Don’t they know he and Ingo have a tight schedule?

Ingo quickly turned on his heels to walk away after a beat,”This is a mistake. I still do not know kantonese.” But Emmet was quicker and grabbed hold of his brother’s unwrinkled black polo shirt,”Ingo by the dragons if you leave—“

The door creaked open verrrrrrryy slowly. Both of them froze.

“Nope.” “ABSCOND! ABSCOND!”

Elesa opened to door, blissfully unaware of the distress she caused the boys who were fleeing her porch. Noticing the box at her doorstep she kneeled down to look at the post-it note on it. Not that she could read it. She opened it. A pair of headphones, cheap ones from what she could tell. They looked like Togekiss ears. She liked them.

Curious, she turned up her hearing aids. Just in time to hear the black clad boy who broke her previous pair say, in a very distinctly Unovan accent and somewhat messed up pronouncement, “gomen”. Boy-in-White said something too. Emmet? Was that he said? … was that his name? Elesa couldn’t help but giggle at them. Goofy, she thought as she put on her new headphones.

She should do something for them. To let them know she accepts the apology.

~~~

The day after was when Ingo and his brother met the girl again— Elesa was her name he believes. At least that’s what she said 3 days ago. Her face was flushed now with what he thinks was either embarrassment or anxiety. Or was it nervosity?

She came right up to them like she did last time during lunch break when he and Emmet were talking about what starters they would like to have. Emmet says he wants a druddigon like Uncle Drayden so he could— his words not Ingo’s— “kick some ass!” Ingo heavily disagreed. He thinks Emmet would have a karrablast, retribution for that shelmet remark yesterday.

Neither of them had said anything at first. Elesa’s Blitzle standing close by and staring daggers at Ingo, ready to shock him should he break Elesa’s hearing aids again. Elesa sucked in a large breath and shoved the box that was in her hands to them as she exhaled,”Honno kinochi desu.*” Emmet set down his burrito and hesitantly took hold of the box. It smelled really good. She bowed and then briskly walked away. Blitzle spared them a glance and followed his trainer.

Slowly, as if handling a particularly moody Voltorb, he opened the box only to be met with exquisite, nigh heavenly smelling food. The box was split into three compartments with two big pieces of some food that was made with spam, rice wrapped with dried seaweed in the bigger part with rice balls in one and three pecha berries in the last compartment. He and Emmet drooled at the sight of the food. By the dragons and Arceus above the food looked far too good to eat joyfully. Emmet didn’t share the sentiment as he went straight for rice balls. Ingo took one too. He almost cried when he took a bite.

“Oh this is scrumptious.” “Mmm!” “… and the rice balls look like emolga…” “Mm-mmm!!”

The boys were quick to scarf down the food, their previous lunch food forgotten and likely to end up as some fine dining for the trubbish to eat later. By the dragons and their aspects, their tastes buds have been spoiled by Elesa’s gift. They could never eat Unovan food ever again. How could they live like they did before after this? Their lives have been ruined.

They were definitely going to return the box of course, they’re no thieves, and maybe discreetly request for more. Sinnohan food was a blessing to their Unovan tastebuds.

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* A sumimasen— : excuse me—

* K-konichiwa! Watashi nu namae ma Elesa desu! : H-hello! My name is Elesa!

* Honno kinochi desu. : a [little present] for you.

Rough translations by @critterbitter themself!

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The inspo/direct comics!!

Volume Control (1)

Volume Control (2)

Food Exchange

[nell0-0]

The kids taking a break from the League Challenge to just relax and hang out at the arcade

[archersxartxblog]

Day 26 Home

Finally bringing Ingo home at long last

[critterbitter]

A trip down memory lane! Though the tower seems to have changed…

Celestial tower! Built during the direct aftermath of the Founding Unovan Civil War, it remains a cultural landmark in memory of those lost in the fire and storm.

Time has dulled the scars left behind by the twin dragons. Today, the tower is primarily used as a mausoleum (the preferred method of burial are urns) and, well, a tourism site. Legend says if you climb to the top of the tower and ring the bell, you can lay your ghosts to rest. But mostly? You can ring a GIANT bell.

Course, you gotta GET to that bell first.

Masterpost for more pokemon shenanigans here!

[mysteriouslikeness]

I don’t know how to format on tumblr but uh-

Hi I’m dumping my Drabble from Elesa fall au

For some context of This AU:

Ingo fell to Hisui , has been gon a good two years. Then elesa fell when it was trying to get Emmet, leading Emmet down a rabbit hole to try and find them both knowing now what actually happened to his brother (he assumes after Elesa got taken that way) Elesa has memories, ends up in Diamond clan. Meets Ingo by chance and he can’t remember her but thinks she’s his lover (this is Elesa x Ingo and he never actually confessed before he fell) they both rekindle that love and try and find a way back to Emmet. Unfortunately they had a little too much rekindling and now have a baby on the way so all attempts to figure out how to go back stopped (especially after Ingo got desperate and hurt himself in his desperation).

This Drabble is from my OCs perspective. Feivel is who nursed Ingo back to health and was his friend through thick and thin. He was the only one told they they are from the future. He is Calabas apprentice of sorts but mostly travels to keep supplies flowing into Pearl clan.

>>>>>>>>>>>The Unseen Stars<<<<<<<<<<

It was raining in the Feildlands, the sky was covered in a soft blanket of grey. It was a light shower but it had gone on for several hours. There was plenty of mud on his boots as the ground beneath him tried to suction him there, damp with mud from a constant traveled path. The warm air despite the rain spelled for storms, the quiet rumble of a distant anger echoed across the land, faded to a soft hush by the time it reached Jubilife village. Feivel had made it to the village safe and sound, he’d gotten rather wet, the moisture was starting to soak in deeper to the under layers of his Pearl clan attire.

The River that flowed through the village was rising and active as he passed the bridge to the houses. In years past he would find his way to the other side, welcomed by uncaring eyes or not at all. He stopped at the door and paused to pet the wet fur of his companion. “Go find someplace dry.” He whispered to the Wyrdeer. The beast let out soft huffs as her dark eyes gazed at him before turning to leave, she was a welcome help in guarding the town, the little walls that had a roof made for perfect cover for a storm. The moisture mostly slid off her fur anyways, so Feivel wasn’t too concerned about her out in the rain.

With his final goodbyes he slid open the door to the house. It was quiet, he’d missed dinner it would seem. Time was hard to tell when there was no sun or stars for guidance. The only indication of time he has was the dying embers of the hearth in the dim room. He sighed softly as he slid the door closed behind him. He took his shoes off and set his things down, dusting off some rain that was still on his garbs to let it drip away in the area before the house began.

After a moment he stepped up into the house, the soft sound of socks on wood and creaking floorboards filled the air accompanied by the pitter patter of rain on the roof. He walked past the kitchen into the bedroom, tired silver eyes met his. Ingo was holding tightly to Elesa, who was fast asleep in his arms, woken by the sound of Feivel entering. He’d become much lighter of a sleeper recently with Elesa expecting their child at any time. There was a pause of quiet acknowledgment before Ingo closed his eyes again and nuzzled his face back into Elesa’s hair. Now that Ingo knew he’d arrived he went from their room to go start the fire back up, gently giving it a log to last a short time before he too fell asleep. As quietly as he could he got the wood burning, striping off his outer layers and setting them out to dry. He sniffled softly as he sat down cross legged and watched the small flame dance, the distant thunder creeping closer.

In the morning he’d make them breakfast, check on Fujie, and buy them some more firewood… after that just process the herbs he’d gathered on the way. A simple day for a simple man. Feivel smiled a bit, he’d walked into a dark house many times before, built fires and cooked food for an uncaring man who supposedly was his father…. It had felt empty. It was nights where the darkness would consume him regardless of how bright he made the hearths fire. The brightness was never the light he needed, but a rage that burned and lashed out trying to consume, just as the darkness was. The room in his fathers house was the predator and he was the poor prey caught in the jaws of mediocrity. Lifeless. A home with no soul and only judgements. He can hear his father say in the back of his mind not to get the floor wet. The task of course was impossible, little drops had followed him through the house…. Not a peep from Ingo. He’d not said a word but with the look in his eye, the bother to check, he knew if something was wrong Ingo would have gotten up. He was acknowledged. No words needed to be spoken between the two men after all. They had held each others lives in their hands. On the mountain in the Icelands so many years ago, in youths haze of memories, he knew his father didn’t run to look for him in the snows that fell in the avalanche. He wondered if that was the weight he felt in the air when he’d gone to stay at his fathers house, the weight of the snow.

A dash of light caught Feivels attention looking at the door, a rumble soon followed. The house he was in now carried no weight. There was no darkness, angry fires or invisible snow. Just the soft bubble of anticipation. The room wasn’t dark, and the fires were gentle, Soon there would be a new life and a cry filling the air of the house. A family would say it’s first hellos to a baby. Ingo and Elesa had come a long way, and as a healer he wanted to be there for them. He shifted to lay down on the floor next to the hearth watching the fire dance and eat the log for nourishment. Waving little hellos and getting excited to find more parts to cling onto.

This house, was undeniably, a home. Full of life. Full of love. As he closed his eyes he could see Elesas smile and ingos bright eyes as he greeted them in the morning, like he’d done since they first welcomed him to stay in their house after it was built. The house was so welcoming and warm…. But he knew it wasn’t home for them. They had fallen through space and time to get here. What did their home feel like, he wondered. Did it feel like he felt with them? He knew they searched as best they could, rushing into danger trying to find a way back home…. It wasn’t till Elesa fell with child that they stopped and settled into building some life here. They Grounded themselves to a home in Jubilife. If they found a way back, would the house feel so warm? The thought left him feeling empty. Would he return to that darkness he knew all too well? He’d never thought much about his future up until recently. He wanted to know the warmth they longed for…. He wanted to know and follow them to whatever embrace it was that was on the other side. He wanted to step into the other side from a time far in the future, even if he was to turn to dust the moment he did. He could scatter himself in the winds of the world they called home and settle peacefully in the lands that gave life to Ingo and Elesa. He’d be happy just to nourish the flowers on the hill for one spring in their time.

The fire shifted and fell, the ash dotting out parts of the fire that once were stronger. He felt a bit cold as he drifted to sleep on the floor, wishing on stars he couldn’t see that there would always be warmth for Ingo, Elesa and the child they were to have.

[squidthesquidd]

projecting onto Emmet again!!!!!