#orange of viridian forest

[nottsukkomia]

@pikatrainer99 's Orange doodles!!

i liked their oc so it's a must to draw this little guy

[pikatrainer99]

I made Orange and Red as autism creatures! (With bonus digitized Sinnoh Trio as autism creatures)

Drawing Red as an autism creature was really difficult...his hair and his clothes were NOT easy to adapt into creature form. For Orange the biggest struggle was the scarf...which I think I made a good way of making it look like it's wrapped around his big creature head...and I updated Dia's design to have his scarf look the same way. For Pearl I couldn't do that because of his high collar on his shirt. And for Platinum I tried to make her scarf actually look like it's trailing behind her like it does in the actual official art. Everyone's hair and bodies are white because that's the color of the TBH creature, so don't go complaining that everyone's hair color is wrong because it's literally just because they're in creature form this time around. As for expressions everyone has a little smile except for Orange who has the classic TBH creature blank expression. I decided to give him the blank look because he really struggles with identifying emotions and he either feels everything or nothing depending on the situation. Orange also has his fingerless gloves which I somehow was still able to draw the little Poké Balls on them...as well as the Poké Ball design on his shirt. Btw...It is SO hard to draw these characters in four-legged creature form because their clothes...ESPECIALLY Red's clothes...do NOT translate well to four legs...it's so weird and hard to draw. So I just stuck to each character's shirt and hat/scarf to make it a bit easier for me. I'm sorry if it looks all weird and wonky because of that but clothes just don't translate well to these creatures 😅

Eventually I would like to draw the Sinnoh Trio and Red normally...but I'm still trying to learn how since PokéSpe characters are hard to draw (for me anyway). The only one I've ever drawn is Yellow, and that was only ONCE in that one drawing where she and Orange were drawing pictures. I've drawn Yellow's head a second time and Red's head only once, but that's all I've managed to draw of PokéSpe characters so far. I will keep practicing though, I want to improve so I can draw more art of my favorite characters in all of PokéSpe!

I hope you all like this newly digitized Sinnoh Trio drawing, and I hope it's an improvement from the original I posted last year! I also hope you all like my new autism creature drawing of Orange and Red as autism creatures! These are all characters I headcanon as autistic (and Orange IS autistic), so it works perfectly for them all! I'd like to be back with more drawings soon but I've been really busy lately so I don't know when I'll be able to draw again next.

[askorangeofviridianforest]

Hey Orange! What's your favorite food, if you don't mind me asking...? Personally I like juicy and sweet fruits... And popcorn. What about you and Thunderheart?

Oh, hey! It's been a while since I last got an ask, so this is a nice surprise! My favorite food is Pecha Berries! They're super sweet an' juicy! They're one of the only things I'll actually eat 😅. As for Thunderheart, she really likes Chesto Berries since she's got a Modest nature an' likes dry food...y'know how it is with Pokémon, their nature affects what flavors they like an' don't like. She really likes Pecha Berries for snack time though! She thinks they're perfect for snacks 'cause they're sweet! We snack on 'em together often, I got a picture of us snackin' on 'em right here!

(Yeah, I wrote "Pecha Berries" on it, I just LOVE these things, okay? XD)

Anyway, thanks for the ask! Like I said it's been a WHILE since I last got somethin' to answer...it's been kinda borin' without anythin' to answer, y'know?

[writing-chats]

COLOURS in DESCRIPTION

colour is the lifeblood of a scene. here are ways not to over-use it.

Red: cardinal, coral, crimson, flaming, maroon, rose, wine, brick red, burgundy, carmine, cerise, cherry, chestnut, claret, copper, dahlia, fuschia, garnet, geranium, infrared, magenta, puce, ruby, russet, rust, salmon, sanguine, scarlet, tition, vermilion, roseate, rubicund, ruddy, rubescent, florid

Orange: apricot, tangerine, merigold, cider, ginger, bronze, cantaloupe orange, clay, honey, marmalade orange, amber

Yellow: blond, chrome, cream, gold, ivory, lemon, saffron, tawny, xanthous, sandy

Green: grassy, leafy, verdant, emerald, aquamarine, chartreuse, fir, forest green, jade, lime, malachite, mossy, pea green, pine, sage, sea green, verdigris, willow, spinach green, viridian

Blue: azure, beryl, cerulean, cobalt, indigo, navy, royal blue, sapphire, teal, turquoise, ultramarine

Purple: violet, indigo, lavender, lilac, mauve, periwinkle, plum, violet, amethyst, heliotrope, mulberry, orchid, pomegranate purple, wine, amaranthine, perse, violaceous, reddish-blue

[shouyuus]

colorimetery

kuroo; 1,843 words; fluff, lapslock, no "y/n", abuse of extended metaphors, none of this makes sense, kenma is the most in-touch person in this entire fic and that should tell you something, awk!kuroo, whipped!kuroo

summary: in which kuroo is down bad for you and nothing much else happens

a/n: @seiwas this is for u! u asked for kuroo and i humbly deliver :) hope u liked it bby; fun fact, a lot of these colors are pulled from the gamblin oil paints website bc i love their paints and also i love the thought that a lot of pigments were poisonous way back when and ppl were just... casually poisoning themselves while making their art; there's a metaphor in there somewhere... but i'll leave that up to interpretation lol

─── 鉄朗 THERE ARE COLORS he doesn’t know the names for, just like there are birds who will sing songs that no human will ever understand, but somewhere between the viridian of a sun-lit forest and the minor trill of a mockingbird’s call, he finds the shape of you.

and he doesn’t remember exactly when he’d started feeling like this, only that he’d woken up one day to a pastel sky, heard the tell-tale blip of a message from you, and felt his entire body flush vermillion, hard enough to poison.

c’mon, bedhead. time for school.

he grins down at the message, his lips pulling wide, his fingers still blunted by his honeyed dreams (how many of you? don’t ask him — he’s long since lost count) as he types out a reply.

be there in three.

he stumbles out of bed in the raw sienna sunrise, pulling on his uniform pants, shoving the hems of his un-ironed white shirt into the waistband before dashing out the door. he finds you haloed in liquid gold, standing on his doorstep, flicking through your phone before you notice him and your face breaks into an earth-rending smile.

kuroo feels dizzy, punchdrunk, a sake-shot of fire sizzling down his front till it pools in the base of his belly as he pulls on his shoes and tries to hide behind a well-timed cough.

“c’mon, we’re gonna be late.” he brushes passed you, but not before reaching out to ruffle at your hair, savoring in the midnight-soft of your tresses as it slips through his fingers.

you bicker the entire way to school, picking up kenma somewhere along the way. he casts you both a tired, reproachful look before slouching off ahead of you, content to resume whatever game he’s currently hyperfixating on while you and kuroo snipe at each other a few steps behind him.

“you could just ask her out,” kenma says during free period, his eyes never leaving his phone screen as he mashes at the attack button, watching the health bar of the boss monster dwindle even as kuroo makes an indignant sort of choking noise.

“w-what? she’s just — she’s just a friend.”

but at the scathing look kenma darts his way, kuroo finally relents.

“i — we’ve been friends for so long i just… i don’t wanna fuck it up, y’know?” he cards a hand through his already mussed up hair, eliciting a string of giggles from a cluster of girls sitting behind them, heads bent in towards one another, their long hair swishing like willow branches in a mid-autumn breeze; but neither of them take notice.

kenma heaves a world-weary sigh, grimacing as a large WIN!! image flashes across the face of his phone and he slumps back to frown at kuroo.

“i feel like you’ve built up enough affection points to unlock whatever good ending she’s got for you by now, so,” he pins kuroo with a pointed look, “i don’t think she’s gonna say no.”

kuroo can only blink, his mind churning around this strange yet apt analogy.

“aw man, you’re the best, y’know that?” he laughs, reaching over to catch kenma in a headlock, digging his knuckles into the crown of kenma’s head even as he struggles fruitlessly to get free.

it is in the cadium orange glow of sunset, after your art class and his volleyball practice, that kuroo finally works up the courage —

“hey uh — can i ask you something?”

you hike an eyebrow, a dangerous grin sharpening the shape of your lips.

“didn’t you just?”

kuroo lets out a frustrated sigh, “fuck you, you know what i meant.”

you laugh, the timber of it ringing through him like church bells on a sunday morning, and suddenly, he wonders if this feeling might be what inspired the ancients to worship at the feet of so much divinity — just this, the giddiness and anticipation, the knowledge and uncertainty. this, the insurmountable weight of something (call it love or infatuation, he doesn’t care) pressing down on his chest hard enough to rob him of every last breath.

he think that perhaps this is all anyone’s ever needed to start believing in magic.

“okay, okay,” you say, stifling a grin behind pink-pursed lips, “what did you wanna ask?”

“go out with me,” kuroo blurts out, well before he can stop himself. and he almost wants to sink into the earth with the way his entire body goes hot, the aftermath of a tectonic shift, the pluming heat of a volcanic hiccup.

you stare up at him, your expression curiously blank as he watches you, desperate for any sign of your answer, the most minuscule tells of how you might be feeling.

finally, you cock your head and ask, “was… there a question in there somewhere?”

kuroo almost swears*. almost*.

“fuck — fine! i meant — will you —”

“yes.”

“— it’s just i’ve — wait, what?” kuroo freezes, staring down at you with slack-jawed disbelief, blinking as if he doesn’t quite understand what you’re saying.

you allow yourself a smile, and kuroo feels his insides melt to something very much like molten marshmallows.

you let out a sigh that sounds remarkably like kenma’s — exasperated and amused in equal measure — before glancing back up at him with a bashful smile.

internally, kuroo wonders if this is what being “k.o-ed” feels like and he resolves to be just a bit more merciful to all of videogame opponents.

“i said yes, you big volleyball-obsessed oaf —”

“oh,” kuroo says, still not quite sure what he’s supposed to do from here.

you roll your eyes and turn back towards the sidewalk, taking a few steps before twisting your head to look at him.

“aren’t you gonna walk me home?”

kuroo nearly trips in his eagerness to level himself with you, but once he does, he straightens his shoulders and puffs out his chest.

“so —” he says, in a stab at his usual carefree bravado, “do i get to call you my girlfriend now?”

you shrug, “sure, if you want to.”

kuroo deflates ever so slightly, “what? you don’t want me to?”

you slant him a look that makes his knees turn to jelly.

“yeah, i do. but that won’t matter if you don’t, right?”

“i — i do!”

“so then…”

you turn your back on him again, though he’s sure this time he catches it — the dash of sweet magenta, swept across your lips like a kiss, or a promise.

or, the thought licks up the back of his throat, tantalizing — the promise of a kiss.

“oi.” he jogs to catch up with you, reaching out to sling an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in to press his lips into the thick of your hair, breathing you in, losing himself in the familiar smell of your shampoo — green tea and apples, or something of the sort.

you laugh, and he basks in the sound.

by the time he walks you home, the street is gilded in goldenrod yellow, your shadows stretching long beneath you, the slant-wise light painting everything in an ethereal glow.

“well,” kuroo says, shoving his hands into his pockets, if only to keep them from fidgeting, because guys like him don’t get nervous. at least, not like this.

“well,” you echo, letting your voice linger over the ‘l’, letting it twist around your tongue, the sound lulling at the top of your palette till kuroo feels his stomach catch.

“see you tomorrow?” he asks, cursing himself internally for sounding so uncertain. since when has he been so uncertain?

your lips twist into a tease, just a fish-tail flicker, and kuroo knows he’s done for.

“do you wanna stay for dinner?” you ask, just as he opens his mouth.

“unless you don’t —” his voice jerks into an abortive breath.

somewhere behind him, a raven fluffs out it’s feathers on the low-cut wall that separates your house from the rest of the street. a single black feathers flutters to the ground, dark as an oil spill.

“unless i don’t what?” you ask.

kuroo swallows around his thundering heartbeat, feeling the last dregs of sunlight seep from the far horizon.

“i was gonna say… unless you — you didn’t wanna say goodbye,” he admits, his eyes flicking away from your face if only to give himself a momentary reprieve from the intensity of your gaze.

you purse your lips, shrugging up a shoulder, a single lock of hair slipping from its place behind your ear.

“i never do. c’mon — or else they’ll start eating without us.”

kuroo is speechless as he watches you make your way up the shallow steps to your door, glancing over your shoulder towards him. he doesn’t know how many times he’s stayed over for dinner, how many times he’d lingered in the perfumed warmth of your room while you showered, flipping absently through the latest volume of jump, how many times you’d fallen asleep with your damp hair slowly soaking into his school uniform.

he couldn’t count them all if he wanted to. and he doesn’t really want to.

he takes a breath and takes the front path two steps at a time, leaping up the staircase with a smirk as he skims his palm along the top of your head. you make a sound like an annoyed hamster and kuroo allows himself a laugh that bubbles up and up and up till it’s spilling over, till he pushes open your front door and is greeted with the familiar sandalwood radiance of your front hallway, the light pooling around his ankles as he toes off his shoes.

“hey,” you say, and he turns around, only to find you leaning up on tip toe to brush your lips against his.

he freezes, but you’re pulling back already, shrugging off your coat, shouldering off your school bag and shouting down the hallway to ask what’s for dinner, and to say that kuroo’s here.

kuroo finds himself caught in the sharp cerulean blue of your laughter like the rain-washed sky, the smoke-ridden darkness in the shades of your eyes, he turns to see you blushing, even as you motion for him to follow you into the dining room. he does, only tripping over himself once (though he’s been feeling wobbly since this afternoon, when he’d resolved to ask you out in the first place).

and he tells himself that, yes, there will always be colors he doesn’t know the names of, bird songs he will never be able to understand. but colors, he can learn. and as for the birds — well, he figures that they’re all probably singing about falling in love anyway.

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[sacredcyber]

Get To Know Me~

Thank you sm for the tag @bishicat!! :DDD

Favourite colour:

I have a lot lol, but I love viridian, any kinda forest green I'm about it.

Currently reading:

Kudos by Rachel Cusk, interesting and very conversational, the writing style is neat. I just bought issue 1 of BRZRKR by Keanu Reeves and it's great. I love that it's basically a self insert but him as an immortal warrior. I just got a lot of books on my kindle, lotta romance and some cozy mysteries to peruse.

Last song:

Criminal by Fiona Apple, her voice is beautifullllll

Last movie:

My own Private Idaho and secretary (2002) both make me sad for different reasons but good shit. Young Keanu and River are fantastic and maggie gyllenhaal is awesome in secretary, so awkward and relatable.

Last series:

Mr. Inbetween!!!! I fucking cried I got EMOTIONAL, a hitman trying to balance his family life and his seedy life? so damn good

Sweet, Spicy, or Savoury?:

Can't pick I literally love all three

Craving:

uh,,,,congee, I'm sick atm and I'm gonna make some congee with chicken stock and dried squid today

Tea or Coffee?:

Both but I vastly prefer coffee, I'm drinking an iced coffee rn for tea I love earl grey and orange pekoe

Currently Working On:

drawing wise? nothing atm, I've been experimenting with painting in greyscale and fucking about with hues and values. I wanna draw more veruca and johnny being sweet and tragic together because I love them.

writing? outlining Mila's story and I'm really excited for how it's coming together. me and some friends will be doing nano this year so hopefully some much needed writing time will happen.

I'm in the middle of my current semester for grad school, I need to do midterms before cyberpunks patch drops on friday because I deadass told my family "I'm preoccupied that day lol love ya'll"

No pressure! tagging @pixie-dream-brat @terriblymundane @wistereia @lovejohnnysilverhand77 @pspspspspspd @psuedoendotrizine @efingart and anyone else that would like to share <3

[lightning-of-farosh]

Promises

Music drifted through viridian leaves, through dark gnarled branches, through the faint light of the fading sun. Pink petals fluttered at the slightest of breezes, dancing to their own tune and landing on bright ferns, on rain-mixed mud, on dyed black hair.

Link picked one out of his bangs and held it up with a small smile. It was heavy in his hold, heat stinging through his shoulders from where fire and magic and ice had hissed across his skin. The magic potion hadn’t been quite enough to alleviate all his hurts but, well, that was the norm, wasn’t it? He got dragged out of bed by a dream, by a voice, by a call for help and worked through the pain until he could sleep it all away.

The forest by Nayru’s house was grounding, at least. His thoughts fluttered like moths through the branches. Small kingdoms of insects rose from where they had slumbered during the hottest hours of the day to stretch and swarm in the heavy humidity of the rainstorm that had passed through.

Laughter buzzed in time with their wings and Link watched a dragonfly dart from puddle to puddle only to land on the toe of his boot. 

“Taking a break?”

Link turned, lifting his head. The muscles in the back of his neck ached as if weed roots had settled there before being yanked free. Zelda’s warm, orange dress was a bright flower among the brown and green. He could still feel the heat of her lips against his cheek and he ducked his head in both respect and the need to hide the blush that spread across his nose.

“It’s quieter here,” he said, not daring to lift his voice, afraid to disturb the music and laughter and birdsong. Golden light faded and he tried not to think of the magic that sent him to Holodrum and Labrynna in the first place.

Skirts shuffled and the princess’ bare feet padded lightly across the moist dirt. She had left her shoes and crown behind, settled somewhere in Nayru’s hidden room so curious fingers couldn’t find them. “You could stay, if you like.”

Link blinked once. Laughed. “And leave you alone in Hyrule?” His grin was wide and boyish and didn’t quite meet his eyes. “I couldn’t do that.”

Reaching forward, the princess took a strand of his black hair and gave it a tiny tug. She hummed, staring at him with warm, starlight eyes. They were knowing. Too knowing.

He looked away.

She laughed. “You dyed your hair.”

“I—yeah.” Link dug his heel into the ground and looked up under his bangs. “Do you like it?”

Zelda patted his shoulder. “You’ve destroyed Ganon twice,” she said. “I think you can change your hair however you like. Other’s opinions be damned.”

He opened his mouth maybe to tell her that her opinion did matter to him, but then shut it with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“I do miss the pink, though.”

Link snorted. “You would,” he said, lips curling in a smirk as he leaned forward. “All those pretty pink tapestries hung up in your room—”

“You—!” She shoved her hand against his cheek, pushing the smug teenager away. “I take it back! I didn’t miss you at all!”

Laughing, he took her wrist in hand and tugged her gently along, guiding her into a slow dance that followed the chorus of laughter and music drifting down the deer trails. Joy bubbled up in his chest, warm and chasing away the winter that had settled there. “Not even a little bit?”

Her pout was light, eyes sparkling with barely hidden laughter. “No,” she told him. “Not at all; you’re not allowed on my ship when it comes.”

“Like they would let me on anyway,” Link said, looking up at the way the last of the sunlight danced through the pink petals. His smile was wiry as he guided her over roots and rocks. “Your soldiers don’t like me very much.”

She hummed and pressed her cheek against his shoulder. “Not your fault.”

“It is,” he said with a laugh. “Oh, it very much is.”

“You were ten. They were hunting you.”

“And now I’m fifteen and look like the bad boy your father warned you about,” Link tossed his head and deepened his voice to sound like the late King. “Don’t go near that Link boy, Zelda,” he said grinning as she giggled against his collar. “He likes those pointy, metal objects too much.”

Zelda leaned back, narrowed her eyes. “You know,” she mused, tapping her chin in thought. “I think he’s still madder about the fire rod, actually.”

Groaning, Link threw his head back. “It was one tapestry!”

“That depicted the Fall of the Hero!”

“Then I should care about it more than he should!” Link threw up his hand and startled a bird from the nearby tree. “I am the hero!”

Zelda rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous,” she said. “It’s a story. And it’s,” her sigh was heavy. “It’s good to remember the price, too.”

“Of what; the fight or the tapestries?”

She slapped his shoulder and Link could only laugh.

Quiet comfort settled around them and he slowed their dance to a stop, standing in the middle of the last rays of golden sunlight. Crickets woke from their dreams and the first stars winked awake above them. The sky turned orange than pink than purple and faded away to a blue that settled deep in his bones. Firelight trickled through the trees but he wanted to stay on the edges of it for now.

“You will come back, won’t you?”

Link watched constellations form above their heads. Maybe he would dye his hair again. Maybe he would settle down in his uncle’s old home. Maybe he’d find a purpose, at last, to put down his sword.

“Yes,” he said. “I’ll come back.”

“Not yet, though,” she said and pushed up on her tip toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

It was the second that day. Heat burned across his cheeks.

His hands settled on her waist as she dropped back down. “You have friends,” Zelda told him. “Promise me you’ll remember them.”

“I promise,” he said.

 “And don’t set their very expensive, hundred year old heirlooms on fire!”

Link laughed again. “I won’t! I promise!”

“Swear on the Master Sword!”

“I swear! I won’t set anything on fire!”

Zelda pulled away, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. She sighed after a moment and patted his cheek. “Take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

“Uh huh,” stepping out of his hold, she hoisted her skirts up. The edges were damp with mud. “The least you can do is not get hit by lightning again.”

Link shook his head and offered his arm. “I’ll do my best.”

She hooked their elbows together. “Well, as long as you try.”

oOo

It was a month later that Link was looking up at the dark, stormy clouds, waves crashing over the edge of his boat, wind whipping through his hair. Slick rope was in his hand, burning against his palm each time it slipped further and further through his grasp. The sail strained against the mast, salt water lapped against his boots, and the world felt like it was spinning too fast for him to escape.

Light split the sky in half and thunder crackled.

Guess I won’t be keeping that last promise after all, he thought as the bolt of lightning struck his boat and sent him careening into a land of dreams and nightmares.

[theangrypokemaniac]

Part One

In a sense, childhood never really stops.

Everything to come simply grows round and upon those foundations like the rings of tree, which means that all the thoughts and feelings you had then, even if no longer consciously 'there' on the surface, are all still inside, waiting.

And if you dig down far enough, they burst out like spirits from a haunted forest.

You'd best be sitting down for this one.

The thing to remember about Pokémon is that it was only supposed to last for one region, so its set up and early canon were written in the assumption of an imminent ending.

When that changed, it meant having to slowly prise apart the relationships already established, in order to give them more run time before a belated conclusion finally tied it all together.

If you look, there is a clear difference in tone between series one (which is, officially, from Pokémon — I Choose You! to The Breeding Centre Secret) and two (the rest of Kanto plus the Orange League).

Near enough all of the beloved and best-remembered Rocketshipping moments (Pokémon Shipwreck, Holy Matrimony! etc.) are confined to the first series, because that was intended to lead somewhere.

I actually can't think of any stand-out scenes from the latter half of Kanto. In fact, and perhaps tellingly, that's when the earliest Anti-Shipping elements crept in, as in Bad to the Bone, which is another rant in itself.

By series two, the writers knew Pokémon would last until at least Johto, and therefore tried to roll back the status of these romances to a more moderate level, so it felt less of a fait accompli done and dusted, and more of a work-in-progress with some way to go yet, i.e. still carrying enough mileage to get them over the finish line.

We know from Mewtwo Strikes Back and its deleted footage that characters were originally intended to age, move on with their lives and settle down, which is the right thing to do if you believe the grand finale is just around the corner.

And again, this was obviously how early Kanto saw the future unfolding, because it makes several references to the passage of time during Ash's travels.

(He tells Giselle, for example, that he's been a Trainer for 'about two months').

Even as late as The Battle of the Badge, Misty says it's been a year since they last visited Viridian City.

By the third film, suddenly now it's only a year since Ash and Pikachu met, but nevertheless, time was still ticking onwards, even if in a somewhat stretched condition.

Once we get to Hoenn, the idea of Pokémon as a product, dragged on and on forever, comes into play, where status quo is god and nothing can ever really progress, as doing so would push it closer to the end, thus leaving less room to manoeuvre in the following region.

Even if it does superficially 'develop' during the era, thereby giving the writers somewhere to go, it's simply cancelled out by re-booting it in the next generation, and thus they can do the same plots all over again.

I bet this is is why Kanto and Johto get lumped in together as 'the Original Series', even when Johto was specifically promoted as 'a whole new world', because that was the last point with any real semblance of continuity, when time actually mattered to the story.

Anyway, that's the prologue of why I hate this scene.

There is no 'Jessie episode' to the Indigo League.

We have one for James (Holy Matrimony!) and Meowth (Go West, Young Meowth), but I need to search round the era, picking out the fragments, in order to piece together the puzzle of her background.

And I will do that.

1. Met James at Pokémon Tech. Failed the entrance exam. (The School of Hard Knocks)

2. Got Ekans for her birthday. (Island of the Giant Pokémon)

3. Fears rollercoasters. (Island of the Giant Pokémon)

4. Despises women who sit around moping over a fella, 'cause she's got some bloody standards and don't take no nonsense from men. (The Ghost of Maiden's Peak)

You go, girl!

5. Spent years thinking Santa was a Jynx after one came down the chimney and stole her creepy Bruce Lee doll. (Holiday Hi-Jynx)

If that's a prized possession it doesn't say much for her childhood.

Or, rather, it says a lot.

6. Lived with her mother in a shack with no running water in the far north, and ate snow to survive. (Snow Way Out)

I know, I know it's not Ma Jess in the sub, but they chose to give her the exact same colour hair, when they could've picked any other shade, so it doesn't make sense otherwise, besides the rest.

7. Wants to be worshipped and waited upon 'like Cleopatra' by subservient pretty boys. (Pokémon Scent-sation)

8. Really has a thing for long-haired, effeminate lads, particularly with blue and purple hair. (The Punchy Pokémon)

9. Joined a bike gang with James and finally made friends there. (The Bridge Bike Gang)

10. Said bike gang came directly after running away with James from Pokémon Tech. (Holy Matrimony!)

11. Got nothing for Kids' Day, except 'baloney, and with one slice'. (The Purr-fect Hero)

I was never sure if 'baloney' meant cheap American meat (and meagre amounts of it at that) or was a deliberate play on words and actually indicated no filling at all.

12. Grew up poor and couldn't have Pokémon Dolls. (Princess Versus Princess)

13. Used to be friends with Cassidy. Hates her now because she's 'jealous'. (The Breeding Centre Secret)

James didn't recognise Cassidy here, which suggests Team Rocket separates boys and girls for training, where she and Jessie then met but fell out rapidly, so it can't have been that much of a friendship.

Then again, it takes very little for girls to resent one another.

14. Considers herself an actress for playing a worm in a school play. (Lights, Camera, Quack-tion!)

15. No friends before James. (Friend or Foe Alike)

This is before we even consider supplementary material about her mother, for all that it's never come up in the anime.

Picture the scene: Little T.A.P., having compiled this list, settles down to watch a new episode of the Orange League, and what happens?

...

Right, everyone dies now.

...

All the above, that I bothered to notice and value, because I'd invested in the programme, near enough every one of them is wiped out by this single bloody montage.

I paid attention, I listened to what they told me, I cared, and for what? To watch them set it alight once it's inconvenient?

They are, in effect, punishing the audience for loving what they want us to love in the first place.

One by one:

• Oh, so you did have friends as a kid then? (15 gone)

But only one foot.

• I bet you get a breeze something awful up them robes. (6 gone)

• Note the clear implication here that Jessie met this berk as a little girl and grew up with him, thus she had a stable, settled upbringing, so you can put all that stuff about her getting shunted about here, there and everywhere in various foster homes after Ma Jess snuffed it out of yer head right now. (CD gone)

You take yer filthy hands off her.

Mind you, I don't blame Jess keeping her eyes shut.

Gotta protect her soul from getting sucked into the black hole of oblivion in Darren's face.

Yeah, he looks like a Darren to me.

Fresh from smashing up the local offy before browsing the racks of Top Man for classy, clearly-not-chav clobber.

Q. What do you call Darren in a suit?

A. The defendant.

• That's some fancy gear yer got on there, Jess. I'll bet that cost a few bob. (11 and 12 gone)

• Not keen on pale, long-haired foppish youths devotedly waiting on you hand on foot, eh?

Oh no, she's always wanted 'em assertive, domineering, cropped, and Ronseal'd to the non-existent eyeballs. (7 and 8 gone)

• May I again state that this routine shows Jessie growing up with this tosser, from almost birth to her current age, with no indication they'd ever parted during that time, which neatly eliminates the history she had with James. (1, 9 and 10 gone)

Not only that, but since she's now apparently lived near Darren until the very minute she signed up for crime, having no reason to do so in this continuity, it's erased the Chansey school before it's even been bloody invented!

It can't be a case of mountain shack, went home, Jynx castle, went home, Chansey school, went home, Pokémon Tech., went home, bike gang, went home, Team Rocket, as what the hell was she going home to? Parents?

And why wouldn't James go with her?

DARREN!!!

Girls like her disgust me.

Always waiting around for her man as if she were his faithful pet.

She can't stand the thought of losing him.

She cries but I'd say: 'See ya later!'

There are plenty more fish in the sea. (4 gone)

That screenshot is this meme:

Out of the list of fifteen, there are five left, 'cause that scene just kept on whittling 'em down like Cassidy on a speed run.

And before anyone starts (because they always start), I'm gonna pre-empt the 'ackshully' treatment.

What they type:

Fufufufufu... Oh they don't say that in the sub, don't you know.

What they mean:

Well if you were a Deesunt Yoomun Been, like me, you'd pay no attention to that vulgar old dub.

Frightfully common.

Alright, alright, I'll take all the words out an' all. (2 and 14 gone) Happy now?

Since Pokémon is no longer set on Earth, that'll be no Christmas allowed either. (5 gone)

All I have left is that she hates Cassidy and rollercoasters, and I'm not even sure if that counts these days, considering how quickly she pushed James on to her supposed mortal enemy. (13 gone)

And there's bound to be an episode I've forgotten about cutting out the rollercoaster terror. (3 gone)

Probably in Kalos.

It's the sort of thing they'd do.

So that's it then. Jessie's past was already a mystery, but this one scene destroyed every important piece of information I'd gathered about her, and quite a few minor details to boot, which set the pattern to come.

Now this wasn't the first time Pokémon ticked me off. We are, after all, dealing with the Orange League.

Who's this twat? And where's Brock?

Bad to the Bone was a portent of doom, but I grudgingly put it aside because I enjoyed the full series.

At least Tracey joining only changed the present, and didn't piss all over the past, but here, when I already don't like the overall situation, watching something blatantly wrong is even more infuriating.

Oooooh, it's just one scene. Get over it.

Exactly. One bloody scene. A few needless seconds easily eaten up by any other content, but oh no, they simply HAD to rip up everything they'd already said, for nothing.

I almost think being a meaningless, throwaway scenario makes it worse, as it led to no plot point within the episode, no vital exchange building to a legendary story arc, nothing of any worth whatsoever, which might (MIGHT) justify the soiled beginnings; it exists only as filler for empty air, never hinted at before, and never referenced again.

It doesn't matter at all, but they did it anyway.

At times like this I realize the value of Zero Tolerance, because the moment you put up with any slight slip in standards, precisely because it is so slight, and you're told to 'be reasonable', you've already consented to a hundred other much worse things down the line, because it's always 'just a little bit more' and 'But you accepted that, so why not this?' dragging yer down the path of damnation.

They got rid of Brock, and replaced him with Tracey, but fans weren't 'avin it, and kicked off.

So Brock returned, and stayed for another three regions, writers waiting for two generations of fan to grow up and leave before they dared pension him off again, and Tracey's barely been seen since.

But this? No one ever said a word.

No one ever says anything, and that just handed 'em a licence to do whatever they wanted.

And what have we had since then?

(Training Daze)

What be this 'shared history' of which ye speak?

Why, all the very moral people know Jessie and James only met in Team Rocket, so it must be true.

Mmm-hmm.

Ever noticed how most of the Team Rocket episodes after this retcon are all about splitting 'em up?

Oh, I wonder why.

Yeah. It's as if there's no deep bond anymore.

How people got swindled into believing this was a prime Rocketshipping goldmine I'll never know.

You'll gladly trade away their entire youth spent side-by-side, all to have one bloody GIF of him falling on top of her?

Why is this a novelty? Weren't they always hugging and falling asleep beside one another before?

Why is it suddenly a big deal?

Oh yeah. The Darren Dilemma hints as much, but this is the one making it official:

Jessie and James didn't know each other from Adam before today.

God knows what they were up to since birth though, 'cause all the adventures explaining have been deleted.

You can't have The School of Hard Knocks, you can't have The Bridge Bike Gang, and best of all, you can't have Holy Matrimony!, as that references them both.

Bye-bye now!

So we've gone from them staying together from childhood, as a choice, irrelevant to joining the Mafia, to something founded on a business deal between work mates?

That's romantic, innit?

(Sweet Baby James)

Jessie, and ME?!

Together?!

A COUPLE??!!

Ewwwwww!!! Yer dirty bitch, Grandma. I'd rather DIE!!!

I wish the writers wouldn't keep sending us these cryptic messages.

Come on, say what you mean for a change.

Uh! She's so disgusting, kids! Don't ship him with her!

That's just cruel, that!

(Crossing Paths!)

Well whaddya know. Here's another vapid dickhead who totally ruined my life in an unspecified timeframe who I nevertheless forgot about til now.

Austin Allegro or whatever his name is.

Real tragic tho.

Not before or after Darren, apparently.

In-between.

Try and make both these Shameful Secret Pasts fit, and you end up with Jess taking a break from Darren mid-way to fanny about with a fellow gibbering non-entity, who inflicted Major Trauma Of Which We Do Not Speak by getting on a bus, but shrugging it off immediately and going back to Darren, who inflicted Major Trauma Of Which We Do Not Speak by donning Giant's flasher mac.

Ah. The classic triggers.

What's this, anyway? Nurse Joy: The Wonder Years?

No, no, no, no, no! It's Jessie! Jessie, Jessie, JESSIE!

Ooh, yes. I'd know that hair anywhere.

This was a Serious Moment, people!

Ah, you mean another Butterfree rip-off?

NO! It was a moth this time! That's a completely different animal!

(Noodles! Roamin' Off!)

Yeah, I'm gonna do this Contest schtick full-time, love.

No, you can't come with me.

I ain't even offering.

Look, just sod off back to Jessibelle will yer?

She'll have yer. Daft bitch.

Hey, it's Mondo!

NO! It's once more a never-before-mentioned Very Important Character!

Amazing how Chris made such a life-shattering impact on the pair but somehow never showed up in the episode covering their Team Rocket training.

Crazy.

(A Fork in the Road! A Parting of the Ways!)

I don't like yer. I never really liked yer.

There will never be anything between us, so yer can forget that.

I don't even respect yer as a friend, 'cause I am outta here at the first sniff of something better without so much as a goodbye.

Who's this creaking old duffer?

That's Jessie an' all.

????????

I will dump you for some beady-eyed pencil neck within five minutes of meeting him 'cause it's Very Definitely Troo Luv Bruh.

Yeah, I know. But I don't give a shit about all the years we spent together.

You were just the only crawling simp I could get at the time.

Come on, even our 'best bits' recap is crap. What does that tell yer?

I don't even care if all yer Pokémon get nicked and you end up alone. I ain't coming back.

...

Okay, I'm back now. He doesn't want me so I might as well.

But don't get too comfy, sunshine. I am NOT happy and I will chuck you at the next opportunity.

Genius continuity here where James has gone from vowing to die before he married Jessie to having a nervous breakdown when she legs it.

Ssh. The Next Opportunity is coming up.

(The Good, the Bad, and the Lucky!)

You'd be much better off with that bird I've loathed with all-consuming murderous hatred for the last two decades.

You know, after she's bullied, belittled and beaten us up relentlessly?

Aye, that's the one. Go on, lad, get stuck in.

I can't be taking you away from Paradise when you've bonded over that famous shared interest of yours.

Whittling.

End of Part One

[Part Two] [Part Three]

[Part Three 2.0] [Part Four]

[raleydrew]

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[bxtonpxss]

@electrichus

"..." Out from the ground pops an orange head with large ears and yellow-dotted cheeks. Resting his arms on the edge of his self-made hole for support, the electric mouse glances around shortly for a moment before he realizes this is not Viridian Forest.

[palette-quest]

The Vermillion Jungle

The tees in this temperate jungle are ancient, stretching high into the sky. Their leaves vary between deep green and vibrant orange and coat the ground in their brilliance. There are villages built between the trunks, but the most interesting inhabitants of the Vermillion Jungle live above that.

Metropoles span many of the trees, boxy houses wrapping around the trunks and across the branches. Big birdhouses for big birds - collectively called the Vermillion Avians. They come in all kinds; most resemble songbirds like robins or sparrows. Most of the “villages” house only one or two types of birds - those that get along in real life. Beast Adventurers have tried to speak with them, and they seem very similar to the normal birds of the game. The avians don’t seem to remember who built the houses, which has provided fuel for many theorists and investigations. They do occasionally give quests to Adventurers they can speak with, usually asking for seeds or the removal of a predator in exchange for feathers.

The birds are not usually big enough to carry a player, being about the size of a large dog or small deer. Some of the few who are big enough to give rides might offer one as a quest reward.

The human inhabitants of the Jungle sometimes come into conflict with the birds - especially the corvids. Players might be asked to help with disputes or retrieve stolen shiny things.

Why start here?

The Vermillion Jungle's greatest strength is its position on the frontier. If you want to discover brand-new Zones as quickly as possible: start from Mandarko in the Vermillion Jungle and walk East. It will be a bit since you won't be the first person to choose that path, but it's by far the closest place to the edge of current discovery.

The Jungle is also a key part of the second major trade circuit this side of Thisland, and the Starter Town of Mandarko is one of the big trade hubs. They partner with the Forest and a yet unmapped Zone called the Viridian Tropics (allegedly to the Northeast of the Jungle). This can be a more practical entry to trade for those who can't handle traveling to the Desert across the high-level Periwinkle Mountains, and might be the best Starter Zone if becoming a merchant is your ultimate goal.

While it's not as bustling as the Fields, the Jungle seems to attract people looking for close-knit communities. It's a great place to make friends and form parties to last a lifetime (or at least the five months the game has been out). A couple of Robinhood-style gangs(?) have formed in the Jungle, so evildoers beware!

As a little context: there's a lot of trade from the Rose Desert that goes through the Periwinkle Mountains. Both of those places are high-level and would be dangerous for a new player to try to navigate, so the Jungle is a better, lower-level place to get into trade.

[pikatrainer99]

Uh-oh...Orange is anxious again!

This chibi Orange drawing was inspired by Komi Can't Communicate... particularly Komi's adorable bug-eyed/no mouth expression that she gets when the story is told from her POV. Since Orange goes through many of the same struggles as Komi, and is also always anxious around people, to the point of not being able to speak, only write, unless it's someone he's comfortable with, I figured why not draw him with the same expression as Komi. His whole body is also supposed to be really tense here too, which I didn't do a good job making clear in the drawing... oops 😅.

Hope you all like it nonetheless!

[stitchieau-the-actual-one]

Aight guess I got tagged in this.

Last song I listened too?:

is this a song?

Otherwise it’s Kiss Me, Kill Me

Currently Watching?:

Deeeepends~… Currently bingeing:

Creepcast:

Kyokoon64’s streams:

Definitely take a peep at Kumo, Enlaa, Khatto, Cope And Seethe and Leigha Somethings channels. (Will link later)

-

As for Tv shows, I admittedly don’t watch a lot of that sadly. Unless documentaries count? My favourites are nature, true crime and paranormal docs. Occasionally I’ll watch a historical documentary, usually about forensics/medicine/science/art. There’s one I’m going through that’s folklore based.

Currently Reading?:

Rereading Megaman Recut:

Other than that nothing right now… unless a driving manual counts 😅

Currently Obsessed with?:

Halo, Megaman, MLP, WOF, Dreamtalia, the usual bits here and there. Analog horror (and internet horror in general) has always been interesting.

Favorite color?:

Viridian, Forest Green, Greys, really anything on the Violet-Green side of the color wheel. You know what nah I’m whipping out the color wheel.

(Never liked yellow… yellow orange is a mid maybe type of thing. Orange itself is also a depends type of thing)

Tagged by:

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@teammelodies

This lovely individual

Tagging:

(Oh goodness they’re gonna kill me)

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Have fun a good luck 🫡

Oh! You made it this far?! Here have a floof for your troubles.

TAG GAME

get to know you better game! answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better.

last song I listened to: at the time I was tagged I think 'love crime' (that one song from the ending of the hannibal tv series) but at the time I'm actually posting this it was 'personal jesus' by Depeche Mode.

currently watching: the Saw movies (I only have 'Saw X' left and I'll be done with that), the spiderman movies (all of them, in no particular order). Also I'm trying to find the time to properly watch the star trek movies again.

currently reading: Nothing. I'm searching for a 'complete Sherlock Holmes' edition to read all the stories thought.

currently obsessed with: umm, nothing actually. I'm still really into star trek, lupin iii, sherlock holmes and a lot of other things (batman?) but I not hyperfixated in any of them in particular at the moment :/

favorite color: deep red, dark blue (with black/gray undertones), forest greens, yellow...

tagged by: @hope-of-enterprise thank you for tagging me, I have no idea if I did this correctly though (also I'm pretty sure this 'tag game' started as a chain of reblogs or something but got 'broken' along the way and I'm too lazy to track the original post)

tagging: I don't think I even know 9 people but here, let me try by tagging some people that I have actually interacted with. @yirima-chai , @sawbones4117 , @starrycrowz , @kaklord , @kabbage-potato , @purpleenma , @scummybee , @bakersttardis , @current-events-mc

If you've already been tagged in this uhh, ignore it I guess.

[askorangeofviridianforest]

Hi Orange, since you originated from Kanto, have you heard that most Pokémon that you're familiar with, found pacifically in the Alola, Galar and Paldea regions that look completely different from there original counterparts. These are called Regional Forms, also known as Regional Variants, meaning they had to adapt a new typing, in order to survive in it's new environment. For example, in Alola, Vulpix and Ninetales gains the Ice-typing to thrive in the snowy mountains of that region, in Galar, Meowth gains the Steel-typing and has an exclusive regional evolution called Perrserker (Galarian Persian doesn't exist for some reason). In Paldea, Tauros gains the Fighting-typing and has two exclusive fire and water type breed forms (Paldean Miltank also doesn't exist for some reason).

Regional forms is pretty much Divergent evolution in the Pokémon universe.

However in Paldea, there a few Pokémon that were once classified as a regional forms but later identified as an entirely different species all together. These are called Convergent Pokémon, also known as Convergent Forms or Regional Fakes by others. For example: Tentacool is a jellyfish while Toedscool (Ground/Fungus) is a fungus (pacifically the wood ear fungus) and Diglett is a mole while Wiglett (Water) is an eel (pacifically the garden eel).

Also noticed how both of mons have very similar names and completely different types compared to there species that they evolved from. You'll probably guess what there evolutions are called by naming convention wise!

In a nutshell, we have land Tentacool and water Diglett. How fascinating!

Hey, sorry it took me so long t'answer this. THAT'S SO COOL!!! I especially love Alolan Vulpix an' Ninetales, 'cuz I got a Vulpix o'my own! Her name's Tails an' she's a sweetie, doesn't like t'battle, but she's an amazin' cuddle buddy! Her warm fur's great when it gets cold here in Sinnoh...it's SO COLD here in winter! Oh...I'm gettin' off track, sorry. Ummm...what else t'say...OH YEAH! Thanks for tellin' me 'bout these cool Pokémon! I'll hafta ask for some books on Alolan, Galarian, an' Paldean Pokémon now...I wonder if Yellow Nee-chan an' Red nii-chan could send some t'me...I'll see if I can call 'em later an' tell 'em all about it! Till then I'll see if Lady's got some books on those Pokémon...she's got books on EVERYTHIN'! I really hope she'll lemme borrow some if she does...I GOTTA READ UP ON THIS!!!

[m0dem0n]

(Were)wolfgender flag edit by m0dem.0n!

Both flags can be used for werewolfgender folks, as well as wolfgender folks! The Blue/Purple "Moonlight" flag was made with werewolf feelings in mind, and the Green/Orange "Forest" flag was made with general wolf feelings in mind, but they are not exclusive to either type of (were)wolfgender! ^^; It's more about what color meanings you feel a connection to as someone who's wolfgender and/or werewolfgender! -md0n

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^ "Moonlight" (Were)wolfgender flag Deep Blue - Loneliness & Secrecy Midnight Green - Loyalty Viridian-Emerald - The Moon Bright Gold - Untamed Strength Royal Purple - Transformation Plum Violet - Wolf-like Behavior Dark Ruby - Protection & Trust

^ "Forest" (Were)wolfgender flag Deep Blue - The Night & Lone Wolves Pine Teal - Tundra/Boreal Forest & Beauty Moss - Temperate Forest & Care Goldenrod - Untamed Strength Ochre - The Day & Family Pack Sepia - Loyalty Smoky Brown - Warmth

[epicspheal]

Cactusverse Worldbuilding: Routes/Wild Areas

I’ve mentioned previously in a different posts about how different routes have a huge effect on how beginner trainers fare when they are starting out. I actually wanted to expand a bit on the worldbuilding of how cactusverse actually takes care of routes and wild area Routes and Wild Area Zones are managed by Regional Wilderness Associations that comprise of Pokemon Rangers, Aura Guardians, Route Doctors and Nurses, Geographers, Pokemon Ecologists and Meteorologists. The ecologists, geographers and meteorologists go out to survey routes and zones on regular intervals to see how the terrain, the weather patterns at different times of the year and the Pokemon distribution and behavior. This information is then put together and calculated into a score that designates the route/area as either a green, yellow, orange, red zone. Green zones are the safest routes, with easy terrain (no caves, mountains, deserts, huge bodies of water), mild weather patterns (no constant snow, heavy rain or fog, no wildly changing patterns), and low-level, low-aggression Pokemon. These are routes that can be easily navigated by young inexperienced trainers and even people without Pokemon with little risk. The first 2 routes in a region are good examples of green zones Yellow zones have a bit more danger to them. Usually the terrain is a little rougher (often requiring HMs or Ride Pokemon to properly navigate) or can be confusing (think thick forests), weather usually is still rather mild but fog or heavy rain can be present. The Pokemon biodiversity often includes more aggressive species (Pokemon more likely to chase a trainer than to run away) or high concentrations of species that can inflict statuses (paralysis, sleep, poison). Viridian City Forest in Kanto and Santalune Forest in Kalos are all classic examples of yellow zones. Sure the Pokemon aren’t super high leveled but the maze like forest and the fact that the Pokemon are more belligerent and likely to poison/paralyze/put to sleep opponents makes them a bit more hazardous for non-experienced trainers but not insurmountable provided there’s adequate teambuilding and resource prep. People who don’t have trainer licenses may often require an escort (either a Ranger or Aura Guardian) through these areas. You may often seen a Route nurse or doctor posted nearby to take care of small injuries and rangers often do small patrols there as well.

Orange zones is where the danger really ramps up. Any cave, mountain, volcano, or large body of water (no matter how tame other aspects are) is automatically classified as an orange zone at minimum due to the risk to life thanks to cave ins, avalanches, eruptions and/or drowning. Weather here starts to get a little more intense. Any place with perpetual snow, ashfall or sandstorms also get Orange zone classification because the risk to life due to hypothermia, respiratory issues and sensory loss is too great. Pokemon here tend to start to be more powerful but not always (again many low level areas are still classified as orange thanks to being caves or sandstorm prone). Rusturf tunnel in Hoenn, the Desert Resort in Unova, Route 216 in Sinnoh are good examples Orange zones with varying levels of Pokemon strength. Orange zones are where most injuries to new trainers occur again not always due to Pokemon strength but due to them being unprepared for the terrain or weather. It’s often advised for younger trainers to travel in groups through these areas for safety reasons. Rangers and Route doctor/nurses often patrol these areas frequently and it’s mandatory for any non-trainer to have an aura guardian escort through these areas for safety reasons The majority of routes in the Pokemon world tend to comprise of yellow to orange zones

Red Zones up the danger even further. Terrain is often rough and at this often requires the use of ride Pokemon, HMs or other assistance. Weather here often includes blizzard and dense fog conditions or rapidly changing weather patterns. Pokemon biodiversity is often extremely high and aggressive with high level Pokemon being easily encountered. One particular note is that areas where certain legendary/mythical Pokemon are though to reside (bar roaming legends) tend to be considered Red zones even if the surrounding area is yellow and orange thanks to the powers the Pokemon often possess. If Hisui had been classified under modern standards it would also be a red zone. All Victory Roads in other regions are red zones as well as any post game area. It’s mandatory in any Red zone to have some type of ranger and route doctor presence due to the sheer risk and the rangers and route doctors are required to have a full set of badges or have top ranger classification. Escorts are again required for any non-trainer wishing to go to these areas and the escorts also have to be high leveled aura guardians in order to work in Red Zones.