#pkmnsdarkqueen

[silverdeer]

Sylvia's Relationships with other legendaries:

Key:

Relationship is extremely good. If applied to legendary species, Sylvia is favorable to them. If name only, Sylvia is favorable to the person only. Sylvia is extremely fond of them. Relationship is neutral. Relationship is extremely negative. Regrettable that Sylvia knows them.

Arceus:

Others she will watch carefully. Especially the stranger around her brother.

(the one who created Sylvia) is extremely narcissistic. While Sylvia acknowledges creation needed them, that's all of the credit she is willing to give.

Heidi is the exception to the rule! What started out as a game turned into a lot more.

Yveltal:

Augustine is Sylvia's brother. They both were created as Arceus' revenge against the UMA trio for not worshiping their creator, which has made their relationship rocky. Worsening things was Az's weapon killing them both. They have only begun to start mending things.

Xerneas:

Xerxes is like another brother to Sylvia. It doesn't hurt that they're both gods of life. His daughter is absolutely adored by Sylvia. She unlocked Sylvia's fun aunt mode.

Raikou:

Raiden and Sylvia knock heads in a rivalry. Sylvia only tolerates him because she can roast his choice in romantic partners.

Cobalion:

Athos is a stupid, stubborn, and dense goat. What makes you think that she'd be pining for that? He is fun to fluster or get a reaction out of.

Victini:

If you don't love Vivi, something is wrong with you.

Ho-oh:

There's a reason Sylvia listened to Ho-oh about giving humanity another chance. They're a fellow god of life, which Sylvia respects.

Grail and Sylvia are extremely close, however, Sylvia likes to tease him when she can.

Karen Sylvia has sympathy for due to the situation she is in. But now they both walk the line of humanity of legendary.

[vivalavillain]

What if you had a different main pokemon besides Yeth-For Archer

"It's hard to imagine a life without Yeth at my side. Of all the Pokemon to have ever defended me, he is by far the most loyal and dedicated. Our bond is unspeakably deep and I would be heavily sore to lose him."

He cants his head to one side, considering his next words.

"That said... I believe, were I to have had a different primary partner, the Magmar I used in Kanto would have been it. I have something of a penchant for Fire-types-- as I'm sure is evident by the fact that I used to have two of them on my team-- and commanding Magmar was as seamless as training Yeth became. I wouldn't go so far as to say I miss him per se but he was useful and certainly of my type."

[badmusejail]

@pkmnsdarkqueen continued from the drabble

“I wouldn’t say now that Will and I are any form of god. Just humans with a connection to something powerful.”

She hummed propping her head on her hands after setting her elbows on the warm wood of the table. Her eyes kept staring out the window beside her. There was a fixation on the people as they went by. Just humans. She much preferred to be just human and to be seen as such.

“Even my title as an elite I grow tired off. It elevates me, or people perceive I am elevated despite truly doing nothing to earn such a status besides strength. Anyone can accomplish strength with enough hard work.”

The counter made for her own statement. Refocusing on the person in front of her she still wasn’t sure how they found out about Ho-oh, which scared her. That emotion though could not be portrayed, and would not be in her generally still face. Her eyes were careful to hide every reaction.

“When Will and I were kids we saw ourselves as something beyond human. It was fun to, but wouldn’t any child given so much power. Back then we were intent on finding a way to rule, maybe into lean into the region's obsession with the past to exalt ourselves to a deific state of being. The humbling though came soon after we realized how terrible Pryce was.”

“It’s interesting,” he murmured quietly.  He himself didn’t want to maintain eye contact--but, then again, didn’t he always?  Fingers fidgeting at the table, hat shadowing his (shockingly sober) gaze; nothing more than a washed out trainer.  “What even is a God?  Can a human be a God?  Can a Pokémon be a God?  I personally feel much safer saying they’re entirely separate.”

Quietly, he disagreed with the sentiment that anyone could achieve strength.  It was the sort of optimistic, childish idea that sounded perfect in theory, but sadly didn’t hold up.  Some people simply couldn’t.  Some people simply weren’t cut out to be trainers.  Some people simply lacked the physical ability to be strong.

Why?  (Well, that’s why people started believing in Gods in the first place, isn’t it?)

“I used to have a friend that believed in the creation myths in Sinnoh...or, I suppose, maybe believe is too strong.  More like cautiously optimistic.”  There was a chuckle, heavy with sadness as he flattened his hands against the table.  

“Personally...I’m not inclined to think anything that we can define to be a Pokemon could also be a God.  But it’s rude to disregard others’ beliefs.”

He shook his head.  He was off topic, wasn’t he?

“I suppose...  God or not, otherwise or not...all that matters is that if you have power, what will you do with it?  Will you make a difference?  Can you make a difference?

“Honestly, I’m not sure which is worse.  To lack the power and yearn desperately for it, or to have the power but still fail to make a difference.”  A grimace, cutting too close to home there.  

“But, it’s dangerous...so dangerous.  Why should you be expected to put yourself out for the sake of others?  It isn’t fair, is it?”

[rrenounced]

@pkmnsdarkqueen continued

Helping drunk people was something she commonly handled. Better she take care of them, and make sure they get some place safe than have them wander about to hurt someone. Also, unlike most she wouldn't be immediately calling the cops on him.

No all she saw now was a struggling man filled with paranoia instead of some high ranking ex mafia member.

Except while he was drunk out of his mind, Karen was utterly exhausted. She'd been awake for about 48 hours by now managing elite duties, bar duties, and pikes of paper work that she was running thin. Thus everything was sending her on edge as well such as the ratatta that skittered panicked from the now scattered pile of trash.

"Maybe I jumped to conclusions on that."

She muttered taking a banana peel that smacked against her shoulder to took it in a bin.

Hopelessness.

He hated the feeling, bubbling in the back of his throat, threatening to suffocate him.

Where was he? How did he get here? Did it matter? No one would miss him.

Every time he tried to help out, he just made things worse anyways.

Vision spinning, he keeled with a small groan.

His Tangrowth rumbled lowly, extending its arms to catch and pull him across its body.  Judging by the lack of any real reaction, its a common occurrence.  It even made sure to pick up his hat.

It proceeded to stare at Karen, uncertain of how this engagement would end.    

[psychic-master-will-archive]

@dragoncaper​ @pkmnsdarkqueen​

Their dynamic in a nutshell.

[iruludavare]

Honesty hour: how are you honestly recovering from the trauma you went through with the weapon?

Honest hour || Not accepting @pkmnsdarkqueen

    The question is simple, straightforward, yet it sits upon her shoulders in a way that threatens to consume the heroine whole. Bony, long fingers digging into the skin, claws latching onto muscle, forcing Serena to sitter a little straighter, but never taller. Another hand manifests from nothing to wrap around features pale and slightly translucent under harsh, white light, stifling what sounds poise themselves at the tip of her tongue. The same one that, perhaps on another day, would point into the corners of lips and drag them upwards until they stayed put; that would seize her jaw and push out the words ‘I’m doing okay’. A set of words heartless and cruel, as memories from the deepest parts of her mind are dragged forward, bound in chains and shadows.

    No sounds interrupt the gap between question and response, yet she hears screams. Piercing, guttural, raw. Of those wounded, and those bearing witness to it all. The scent of dirt and iron and smoke and wood fills the young woman’s nose—a stench that pools in the back of her throat; a blockade, a failsafe, for what keeps the blonde silent. Each scene, each scent, each sound broken apart temporarily by the blinking of grey eyes.

    Trauma. Serena would not call it that. What right has she, to experience such things? With a heartbeat and lungs filling with air, how could the heroine possibly call it that? They are memories—reminders of her mistakes and the pain she had failed to stop. A time when the world was close to ending, yet she had not the courage to throw a single punch of her own. To admit that she balances upon her shoulders such things would mean to admit that something is wrong—with her; with her ability to push forward. That she, still blessed to be alive, bears scars that the dead might yearn to accept as a cost to continue living.

    It would be useless to argue that part of her heart does not live in the past. She stands, a woman in the present, but a girl in the past. Sometimes feeling the wind in her hair or sunshine upon skin, and other times not. Shivering from the cold on one day, and from emotions driving tear-stained cheeks the next. Yet it is no less than what Serena deserves, or so she tells herself. To be unscathed would be an insult, but to acknowledge she is wounded would be selfish. Instead, the blonde hoists it up onto her shoulders, and anchors herself to the ground, letting it dig into the earth and pull strides to a stop when it feels necessary.

    Just like now.

    And although not a single word escapes from her lips, the look hidden among shining eyes screams one thing:

         ‘Not well,’

[multiverse-muses]

“  you think I’m so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me ?  ” (for Leon)

“That’s not it at all, from what I’ve heard you’re actually far less clumsy than I am. I was just taking a break since I have a few things to take care of nearby and I noticed you so I came to greet you. I may not be the champion of the region anymore but as a trainer it’d be remiss of me not to do so.”

@pkmnsdarkqueen

[chaserainbows]

🔥

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Ultimately everyone's free to do whatever they want with their headcanons but I think Pokemas is one of the worst games (if not the worst) in the series to pull lore from

The main reason for that is that Pokemas is a gacha, so the content there is meant to make money first and make sense a very distant second. There are a few cases where both goals align (goth Cynthia being PLA foreshadowing for example), but for the most part it has all the basic trappings of a gacha (characters having to stay at their most recognizable state and never growing out of it to push sales, meaning that any development they had in canon never gets explored, and most pieces of characterization being pulled from popular headcanons rather than canon because people are more likely to buy things they already like) so the lore there is very superficial and doesn't make much sense like

THE VILLAINS FUCKING SUCK THERE HUH

This is more of a matter of personal taste but you guys already know how much I loathe the Sycamore unit since his Pokémon being Xerneas and the release date being Valentine's Day making him pretty much revolve around a ship that I hate but there's also Maxie and Archie who get redeemed in literally every canon they're in but then go right back to being evil because that's how they're more memorable or Cyrus who would MAKE SENSE as being unredeemed and going right back to being evil the first chance he gets having every other character that sees him going "oh but he's so sad :( we need to understand him" because the fandom idea of Cyrus is sad pathetic hermit and massively downplays all the things that make him interesting

And Lusamine gets the waifu treatment a g a i n

So I basically treat it on the same level as fanfiction

[invictarre-archive]

@pkmnsdarkqueen​ asked: How does Leon feel about Rose turning himself in?

He thinks it was a necessary action, and something that at least brought closure to the people he hurt in Galar. Leon has no desire to see him ever again or hear his justifications behind why he did what he did, and he’ll continue to hate him for the rest of his life.

Regardless of Rose’s reasoning or attempts at apology (not that Leon’s expecting to get one), he can never undo all the pain that was caused. The betrayal, the identity crises, the scars, the emotional meltdown that had been ten years in the making... Rose can’t take any of that back. Those are Leon’s weights to carry, and every reminder of them is a reminder that he can never forgive the cause of them.

[gnzma]

@pkmnsdarkqueen​:

"Ya know I'd happy to just chat instead of trying to throw blows at each other."

“Lady? You’re the one who punched me first?? The fuck???”

[shiirakeru]

Recovering from Trauma with @pkmnsdarkqueen​ || cont.

She did not understand it--she had never considered herself close to Karen, especially after everything that had happened between them in the past, but Blue seemed unable to leave the woman alone. Like a lost kitten, she’d find herself hanging around Karen whether she intended to or not. Her feet, like the betrayers they are, would march her body toward Karen whenever her mind wandered, and in time she had learned to go with the flow.

Today her eyes are fixed upon the woman’s fingers, watching them fold the piece of paper delicately, mesmerized at the movements and folds. 

“I don’t know, you and Will seem to be thriving.” There was no malice in her words, only thinly veiled jealousy. She had accepted this as a fact after years of trying and failing and seeing the two become prominent members of the elite 4. It wasn’t just them though, Silver didn’t seem to have the same problems as her.. but she wouldn’t know, it wasn’t as if they speak about the past. And the other two children? Who knows, they might as well be dead for all she cares.

“I’d say you two... three, survived and moved on.” She sits back, crosses her legs, and fixes a smug smirk on her lips. “...do you think he’s immortal?”

[silverdeer]

Rules: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

Tagged by: @paradlseguardian

B A S I C S.

Name: Sylvia Anagyros

Age: Adult (Hey you don't ask a lady that)

Birthdate: May 19th

Species: Xerneas

Gender: Female, She/her pronouns

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Actress, goddess of life, Fae Queen

P H Y S I C A L  A S P E C T S.

Hair: Platinum

Eyes: Deep blue

Skin: Extremely light

Height: 6'6" (she's TOL)

Weight: You don't ask a lady that either

F A M I L Y.

Siblings: Kaepernick (Zygarde), Cooper (Zygarde), and Augustine (Yveltal)

Parents: Arceus

Grandparents: -

Other Relatives: -

Any Pets: Bebe, a blue flower flabebe

S K I L L S.

Acting - Sylvia has appeared in a few movies. Allows her to blend in as a human.

Life restoration - Sylvia can return life to recently deceased, as long as their body is intact and their spirits have not materialized as a ghost.

Life extension - Sylvia can grant immortality to a person, at the cost of keeping the person growing. (The curse of hitting doorframes)

Magic - As the Fae Queen, Sylvia has access to all sorts of Seelie magic.

T R A I T S.

STRENGTHS. Loyal, practical, playful

WEAKNESSES. Sassy, unable to say how she really feels, extremely mischievous

L I K E S.

Colors: Blue, green, silver

Smells: Herbal, eucalyptus, roses

Textures: Cotton fabric, magnolia petals, lacquered wood

Drinks: Iced black tea, lemonade, champagne, rose wine

O T H E R  D E T A I L S.

Smokes?: No

Drugs: No

Driver License: No

Ever Been Arrested?: Surprisingly no

Tagging @bemuseing @syllusion @unovasrose @luckynatured @pyrorabbit @night-gladion-and-their-ghosts @dimensionhoppinghybrids @pkmnsdarkqueen

[vivalavillain]

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

For Archer!

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

{For Archer, this would have to be Karen first, but specifically @pkmnsdarkqueen's Karen. As a former Rocket, even if it was an off-shoot of Rocket that he was never part of, and as a person, Archer has a great deal of respect for Karen. She's come through quite a bit and has pulled through all the stronger for it. And, like him, she has an affinity for Dark-types. She's respectful to him, knowing who he really is and keeping it a secret despite being an Elite, and they get on rather well together as people. However, given her Elite status, he cannot abide by the work she does, no matter how much he might trust her otherwise. So long as her loyalty is to the League and Lance's leadership, they will always be at odds with one another in some form or fashion.

{As for the vice versa, the easy answer here is Giovanni, but I feel like that's cheating a little. I think, perhaps, the better answer here is Elaine/Chase. They were the catalyst in the ruination of Rocket in Kanto and he still holds a great deal of anger and hatred for them and their meddling. That being said, they are clearly a strong, capable trainer and he cannot deny their accomplishments. Anyone who can take down Lance and then their strongest rival back to back is someone not to be trifled with and he can give credit where credit is due.}

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

{The idea that respecting one's elders is to be expected/demanded of anyone a decade or more younger than the person in question. He doesn't believe that someone is deserving of respect (outside of basic human decency-- although it's arguable whether he would offer even that much to someone if not absolutely necessary) simply because they are older and supposedly 'wiser.' People, regardless of age, are people and people can be backwards, hateful, mistrustful, and dangerous in their beliefs at times. The idea that someone is automatically accorded respect (read: obedience) based solely on age is ridiculous and as someone fighting against the elderly of Johto to get anything accomplished, he's especially uninterested in such archaic beliefs.

{Unfortunately, in order to get anything done, he does have to play a very specific part and while he might detest that bit of it, he does follow said etiquette when necessary.}

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

{Getting sick. He's positively miserable and pathetic when he's sick and having anyone see him in such a weakened, vulnerable state terrifies him because his reputation is everything as the Interim Boss of Team Rocket. He's more prone to snapping and flying off the handle when in consistent pain or otherwise unwell in some way. He absolutely detests being sick and goes to great lengths to prevent any instances where it happens.}

[badmusejail]

"Do you want to dance with me? Something fun might do us good after all this trouble with travel." (For gio)

RP starters: Flirting ( + responses to it. )

"I'm not much of a dancer."

Really, it wasn't something he did much of even when plastered.

Yawning as he slumped further against the table--in fact, he was perfectly content being right here.

[aotoreiki]

I heard shitty ms paint???

Send me your muse and I'll make a bad ms paint doodle

Karen is a cool character

[psychic-master-will-archive]

“Let it be known that I regret nothing!” he says, laughing as Karen proceeds to hunt him down.