#pokemon scarvi fic

[lazypanartist]

Fashionista! Atticus x Reader Headcanons

I use they/them pronouns for Atticus just because I think it fits

This person needs more LOVE 💗

Notes: established relationship, prolly OoC.

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Half of your clothes are made by them, no exceptions

Skirts, pants, shirts, socks

Hell, they probably just. Hand you some of theirs to wear as gifts n steal em back if they need to

Gemnder? Whomst?

Will wear skirts and ask you what to pair with them

Also, for formal events?

Totally rock the blouse/slacks combo

If you're like me and dye your hair.. let them do it for you at least once. Please.

They might just dye it to match their hood lmao

Tailors any clothes you buy just to make sure they fit nicely!!

Won't even ask permission, just. Nana the clothes as soon as they see em

Will take requests from you, or create clothes based off things they've seen you eying

Won't let you buy clothes near the holidays or your birthday because of this

Emperor of matching outfits

Down to the goddamned socks

Likes to coordinate outfits when y'all go out

Even if they don't "match", they still go together

Think Kiki & Lala/Melody & Kuromi

Matching color palettes

Similar style

Or just matching accents/patterns

You probably have a replica of their Star Boss getup, just because

Watches Say Yes To The Dress just to get wedding fit ideas as a just-in-case

And if you do ever say yes WHOOH BOY

Custom tailored, themed, AND colored outfit, regardless of the style y'all go for!

It's gorgeous

Literally a physical symbol of his love for you

[souenkun]

Larry's random conversarion lines 🍙

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Random conversation 1:

Ever since I met a certain individual, I now find myself gazing up at the sky every once in a while. There's scenery you'll never even notice if you stick to flat, well-trodden paths. Just something I've observed. I don't dislike the vast, clear sky... But I don't think I can reach it. It's nice to know that there's something like that out there, though.

Random conversation 2:

Pasio seems to have many good restaurants. Ah, I'm not asking for specific recommendations, though... I actually enjoy walking around and looking for a place I might like. That's part of the experience. I seek the exceptional only when it comes to food. Pasio has a variety of cuisines to choose from, so it's hard to stick to just one.

Random conversation 3:

(Player), which do you tend to favor: the exceptional or the average? I was thinking of inviting you to have a meal sometime. Casually figuring out your client's preferences is a special skill that you learn as a salaried employee.

Random conversation 4:

Lunchtime is one of the few things that a salaried employee like me can look forward to at work... We can decide whether to spend that precious time eating something familiar or trying out a new restaurant. It's not just about the meal. The decision-making process leading up to it is also something to look forward to.

Random conversation 5:

People, Pokémon... There's no need to overcomplicate things. Nowadays people only seem to want a shock factor. Something weird, something bizarre. When all's said and done, simplicity is strongest.

Random conversation 6:

You don't necessarily have to follow every instruction from your boss. But I pretend to follow them, at least, so I can avoid hassles later on. That's a technique you can use to get by in the workplace. Keep it in mind.

Random conversation 7:

I'm here in this famous tourist spot, but I can't really spread my wings while my boss has her eye on me. I guess I'll do what I usually do on my lunch break and find a spot to Roost...

[scarvi-tealdisc]

Can't have that blood all boiled up for nothin'. Get ready for an onslaught--this won't be pretty!

This is a commission that I got from torokii on Instagram! This line stuck out to me so I imagined what it'd be like if it was spoken in rage? My personal hc is that Drayton's the sort that's slow to boil but when he erupts, you better hope that fury isn't directed at you.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: The scribe refuses to be silent.

Author: @kayuripax

Note from submitter: I LOVE this. It gives me chills. Im TOTALLY normal about the ruinous beasts.

[fangirlingpuggle]

Has anyone thought of ephemeralartshipping fic prompt/AU where Brassius illness was hanahaki because he thought Hassel didn’t love him. (Hassel did they’re just idiots and there was miscommunication)

Other gym leaders freaking out cause didn’t realise he had hanahaki and ‘WE JUST THOUGHT THE FLOWERS WERE PART OF YOUR AESTHETIC’ and ‘WHAT ARE THE ODDS THE GRASS TRAINER WOULD GET HANAHAKI??’

In fact no one actually thought Hanahaki was an option because it was clear to everyone that these 2 were head over heels for each other, hell half of them thought they were married or at least engaged.(All of them facepalming when they realise it can be from love being perceived as unrequited)

Bonus: Iono making a compilation video from her stream clips of other gym leader events of Brassius and Hassel being clearly in love with each other! And making Brassius watch it.

Bonus bonus: Another character getting and Hassel or Brassius picking up on it and advising them ‘no they may actually love you it could just be that you think they don’t’, the character asking how they know and Iono popping up like ‘DOES SOMEONE NEED TO WATCH THE HOUR LONG COMPLIATION VIDEO??’

[polarbearauri]

Update: Auri is COOKED

i regret to inform you all that i am fucking cooked this chapter is like, totally going to be longer than chapter 4 but at least I'm finally making good progress I guess? like dude I went from 8k-ish words this afternoon to fucking twelve and a have thousand tonight, and I'd say I'm like, maybe 60-65% done at most. i have a battle to write, the stuff in mesagoza, which is longer than you would think, AND the team star intro with Penny. which is also a lot, because it's probably going to be a bit more involved than it is in the game? I have absolutely no fucking idea why I thought this would be a shorter chapter than 4. (Maybe because 17k was kind of deranged? but like, arguably going on my outline I absolutely should have expected this to be longer?) um. should I split this into two chapters? Like, very plausibly the rest of chapter 5 could end up being another 5-7k ish words. like this chapter could end up being about 17-19k words total and like wow is that too many? i mean it would make 'chapter six' kinda short because I am NOT combining that with what is currently chapter six because that's already quite long. I just. like. hoooo boy.

[yeehawbvby]

Their Greatest Treasures | Arven & GN!Reader

Rating: G 

Summary: You're about to compete in one of your first public matches as Paldea's newest champion. With such a large audience, you’re terrified — but your worries instantly dissipate when one of your favorite people meet you on the court.

Author’s Note: There will be end- and post-game spoilers in this, so read at your own risk!

Also, while I headcanon Arven as an adult, this fic can be 100% platonic, for those of you who don't. I just wanted to write something cute about besties being reunited :) Enjoy and take care! x

Check it out on ao3!

You stand in the center of Mesagoza, about to compete in the first ever School Battle Brawl Academy Ace Tournament. You know you’ll probably win the whole thing, having recently become a champion, but you can’t help but feel nervous with all these eyes on you. 

With the exception of being on Iono’s streams a few times, your audiences have been relatively small. But right now, nearly everyone you go to school with — teachers included — and even random passersby of Mesagoza are waiting eagerly to see their region’s newest champion in action.

On your side of the court, you fiddle with a Pokéball, tapping your feet against one another, trying to steady your breathing as you patiently await the battles that are to come. Your heart jumps to your throat as Clavell begins announcing your first opponent, and ripping the metaphorical bandaid off, you finally look up. Before the chairman can say your challenger’s name, though, you’re whispering it to yourself. Grinning wider than you have in weeks, nerves melting away. 

You haven’t seen Arven much since the whole incident at Area Zero, having been bombarded with your new champion duties so shortly after. You hadn’t realized how much you truly missed seeing those piercing teal eyes; or the streaky, puffy hair; or naturally pouty, almost angry-looking face, until now.

More importantly, you’ve missed his voice. You feel comfortable and warm as he gives a whole spiel about how it’s “just his luck” to be paired against his “little champion.” He assumes you’d be surprised to see him at an event like this, but at the accusation, you shake your head ‘no,’ knowing fully how passionate he can become when he sets his mind to something. It throws him for a loop, but only gives him more encouragement to do his best – for himself, and for you.

You begin battling no more than a minute after the exchange, and the grin doesn’t leave your eyes or lips. To others, it probably just looks like you really enjoy battling. 

To Arven, you look nuts. 

He’s seen you battle plenty. He knows that, more often than not, you look determined, sometimes even scary, when you compete. What’s different this time? Has La Primera really gotten to you that quickly?

As he's lost in thought, a second member of Arven’s team goes down. You still have that look as you return your own Pokémon to its ball, letting it rest while another comes out to play. He begins to feel self-conscious, and it turns quickly into frustration. 

Is he a joke to you? Are you on the verge of laughter because you’re kicking his butt so hard? What's going on?

Arven knows that those things wouldn’t be characteristic of you, considering how supportive you’ve always been of him… but what if that’s changed? Needing answers, he speaks up about it. 

“What’s up with that dumb face?” he shouts before the two of you can begin the next round.

Your eyes widen, and then soften. After that, a giggle comes out of you that makes Arven’s breath hitch. Arceus, he missed his little buddy’s laugh.

“I’m just… really happy to see you!”

Oh.

Oh, nothing could have prepared him for that. 

Arven’s own eyes widen, his face flushes, and your smile contagiously spreads to his features. He’s never really had anyone who’s happy just to be around him, at least to his knowledge. His own parents neglected him, leaving him without family, and he’s always struggled to make friends, leaving him without any form of kinship. 

And yet here you are. 

You helped Arven bring his partner back from what was basically the brink of death, and barely needed to be convinced to do so. You were there to console him when he found out his real parents are gone forever, with only AI in their stead, who also left him. You brought him closer to Nemona and Penny, and even if they’re insufferable at times, they’re some of the best friends he’s ever had.

Deep down, Arven thought that maybe you’re just a really kind person. A true, textbook-definition of a hero. There’s no way someone could care that much about him, surely.

…Yet here you are! Genuinely happy just to be reunited with your buddy.

You’re the greatest treasure he could’ve asked for.

[t1meslayer]

Coming this month

[irlkisukeurahara]

A little edit of PULT Arven's canon design -- Well, his design for when he joins the main cast permanently. He basically has his canon design with slight changes to his skin tone, nose shape, and jewelry until then. (They/he)

At the end of the Paldea Arc, Arven asks to join the group formally in their adventures across the world. They make the decision to drop out of Mesagoza to focus on culinary studies around the globe (also kinda freeloading with the group as one girl pays for everything) since they know with how low their grades are due to their extreme number of absences, it'll be many years repeating the same class over and over before they can graduate properly... So he decides to cut his losses and start over with his education, getting experience by cooking for the group for the second half of the PULT story.

His right eye was clawed out by Koraidon when he was little, and when Turo took him to the hospital and ordered a glass eye, he bought the wrong color. For a long time Arven put their hair over their eye out of embarrassment. But, they embrace their father's mistake as a part of them by the end of the Paldea Arc. His entire body is covered in scratches and scars from spending most of his time out in the wilderness.

Did not draw his bag because I know I never remember to draw the characters' bags but rest assured he has his bag. It's filled with kosher cooking knives, camping supplies, berry baskets, pots, pans, weed, hunting spears, and a bow and arrows. Non-kosher knives and frying pans end up getting added to that collection just due to how many times people wanted bacon. They're always willing to accommodate people's diets and wishes of course, but they're not going to taint their utensils bro....

The group helps them shop for this outfit. They didn't have any clothes outside of their uniform that fit them, since the last time they went clothes shopping was when they were like seven. His green jacket is a sports jacket. He does not watch or play sports. He just bought it because the team had a Mabosstiff mascot.

[fivveweeks]

lettuce man!!! take me by my hand!!!

[dorianbrightmusic]

Chapter 3 –Teal Mask Novelisation

(But with added dipplinshipping angst, of course.)

As they wander down from the monument, Juliana drinks in the landscape. Kitakami’s mountains roll out for miles. They haven’t changed since last night – not that mountains can change. Never mind how they’d flickered and shifted in the evening when she’d slipped out beneath the stars to measure the distances between the picture-book peaks. She’d etched into her memory where the rivers convulsed into deltas and the stalagmites drove stakes through the heart of the plains; and all the while, she’d pretended she was fending off jet lag, rather than an inexorable terror of black dormitory rooms and keening floorboards. At least it had gotten her out of the community centre. All bunk beds are identical in darkness, wooden jaws gaping, ever awaiting the chance to swallow her whole. At night, though, Juliana couldn’t have realised just how rich a purple the cliffside could be. Purple – majestic as dried blood, as charred skin. Even with the sun veiled by stratus haze, it’s freakishly vivid, staining the sky. Then again; everything’s been brighter, uglier, since Area Zero. She went in there with her neck stuck out, sniffing for trouble, and came out with her severed head stitched back on. (Not that anybody could see the scarring.) Arven keeps reassuring her she’s no less dependable, no less strong; and she just bites her tongue, since it’s not fair that, of the two of them, she’s the one who withered on the day Turo’s machine died. It’s harder nowadays to go about telling people she’s a champion-rank trainer – what kind of a champion breaks down crying when she Terastallises her Pokémon? But she just can’t bear their life-or-death shine – like every inch of light is a blade aimed straight at her. There’s apparently a pool that glows like a Tera Orb at the top of the mountain; if Juliana gets her way, she will never, ever lay eyes on it.

Thanks to @a-suspicious-lack-of-bagel for beta reading!

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

....

You know? The fact that I can kind of make Gwen in Pokemon Scarlet and Violet, makes me really think about the AU I had with pokemon with Ghostflowr week.

Except...well what would happen if Gwen ends up in that dimension, and may need to take in a protagonist role for similar ways that Miguel claims that canon works?

(Look I just finished Surviving Romance, is a webtoon, is really good, but is a horror story, and will honestly give me some existentialism issues, still recommend.)

[sleeping-realist-waking-dreamer]

in the pokemon brain zone once again

ok so i feel like larry is honestly just something something overqualified meme of just being stuck in pokemon training

like, he was initially having fun with the whole pokemon raising and training thing, hell, using the geeta rival headcanon maybe she was his rival who got him involved. he grew up and was invited to be a gym leader and he was, obviously a good battler. inviting the area zero sorts of headcanon he has a very important role and would have to be a really skilled trainer. but its just like, not really any sort of passion anymore. like, either between the mental illness feels burnout or just, growing out of the phase, he only really keeps doing it because its just his most stable option and well if it aint broke dont fix it.

like i think hes grown past some jaded views he might have had towards being a league member, seen the job for what it is, and its gone from dream job to just... what gets the bills paid.

man im so close to derailing this post into my anti capitalism rant but rlly i just think larrys an old prune whos just not into the job anymore but trying to move on and do anything else is just not viable in this economy, hed have to start from zero relevant experience again and thats just not realistic.

[scarvi-tealdisc]

Heya! So this is my first time writing a fic for these characters! Pokemon Scarvi has become one of my favorite games to date, with the latest DLC igniting a love for the BB E4 cast. Especially Drayton, seeing that he reminds me of another white haired character (Friede from Pokemon Horizons) that I love haha

This fic is inspired from this ask response by @cheemken! It's a self indulgent piece mixed in with doses of self projection, and I had fun writing it! I'm hoping to get a better handle of their characters as I write more stuff about these characters in the future!

Series: Pokemon Scarlet and Violet | Indigo Disc DLC

Characters: Drayton, Crispin

Warnings: Plot involving food, eating food, intentions of feeding someone food

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Crispin knew it’d be tough going into this but someone had to do it.

“C’mon Drayton, we gotta move all of this to the storeroom or else Lacey’s gonna flip!” Crispin stated in exasperation. He had his hands on his hips, trusty frying pan set aside for once. Narrowed eyes settled on his friend, who barely moved beyond lifting their head. 

“But there’s just so much of it. Can’t we just pile it in the corner and call it a day?” Drayton whined, sporting a cheeky grin that got Crispin’s blood boiling. 

Argh, why can’t he understand that they should have done this yesterday? Crispin wasn’t keen in seeing Lacey’s angry, disappointed frown even if it wasn’t directed at him! Drayton should know that she’d be on their case again for slacking off!

“Nope! These boxes needed to be moved yesterday but you wanted to nap first! No napping now! Move first, nap later!” Crispin’s insistence eventually led him to straight up grab Drayton’s wrist, tugging him to his feet.

Drayton wasn’t expecting this so they had no choice but to get up lest they faceplanted on the floor instead. While his friend rubbed the back of their neck, grumbling about feisty peppers or something, Crispin stared quizzically at his hand.

Why was he able to…?

“If you’re gonna make me get up for this, don’t zone out now.” Drayton’s voice snapped him out of the brief trance he was in. Right, they had stuff to do now. He should focus on completing this task first.

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Hours later, Crispin still couldn’t forget it. He stared at his hand, fingers curling and uncurling around an imaginary wrist. He gently circled his own wrist with a thumb and forefinger, frown deepening.

Crispin didn’t realize how skinny Drayton actually was. Was it their attire that gave them the illusion of looking more filled out? He supposed the jacket hid their upper torso, while the cape wrapped around their waist made it seem… fuller or something. He wasn’t sure the right terminology to use, only that it didn’t sit right with him.

With how often Drayton snacked in the clubroom, the idea that he wasn’t eating enough never crossed Crispin’s mind. Sure, Drayton laziness rivalled that of a Slakoth but he didn’t think his friend would be too lazy to eat… unless there were other reasons? 

It made his head hurt a little when he tried to think too deeply on it. Crispin can’t just go out and ask them anyway. Knowing Drayton as well as he did, they’d probably wave of his concern, claiming that he was seeing things or something. Yet Crispin just can’t forget how thin their wrist felt. He hated the idea that one of his friends might not be eating enough.

After a brief brainstorming session that would’ve caused smoke to leak out of his ears, Crispin came up with a plan. He wasn’t as good as Drayton when it came to sneaking around and cooking up schemes but he was good at actual cooking.

Let's see what he had in his recipe book…

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When Crispin poked his head into the clubroom, his eyes quickly landed on Drayton's slouched form by the desk. They looked to be munching on some snacks, which was far from nourishing in his opinion.

“Hey Drayton, are you busy right now?” Crispin piped up, entering the clubroom properly. In his hand was a small box wrapped up in a checker patterned cloth.

Drayton paused in his chewing. Slowly raising his head, he cocked an eyebrow, lips set into a faint grin.

“Nope. I'm pretty busy right now quality checking these snacks.” 

Crispin playfully rolled his eyes at the response. Drayton's teasing tone meant exactly that so he simply took a seat on the other side of the table. Placing the box in front of his friend caught their attention at least.

“So I've been doing some recipe testing. I wanted to spruce up common sandwich fillings, see if the taste can hold up even hours later. I tried them out and it's tasty but I want a second opinion,” Crispin explained while he unwrapped the lunch box. Upon taking off the top, it revealed various sandwiches with the crusts cut off, shaped in rectangles.

“What, so you want me to be your test Morpeko?” Drayton asked, arms now loosely crossed over their chest. They seemed interested at least with the sandwiches, which Crispin took as a small win.

“What, like I'd feed you bad food? Spicy food doesn't count!” Crispin quickly added before Drayton made a sassy remark. “But yeah, I could really use a second opinion and I do trust you so…”

Someone once commented that he had ‘eyes that were hard to resist’, which Crispin took as a compliment, thinking that it was his fiery spirit coming through. In actuality, he looked more like a pleading Lilliput more than anything.

Drayton locked eyes with Crispin for all of three seconds before they turned away, sighing.

“Alright, I'll give it a try. Geez, you'd think that should be classified as a weapon or something…”

Crispin ignored the rest of Drayton's mumblings, simply pleased as pie to watch his friend pick up one of the sandwiches. Looking at the color of the filling, that one had smashed eggs with a sprinkling of curry powder to give it an extra kick of flavor.

Drayton took a bite of the sandwich, chewing slowly before swallowing. The brief silence genuinely made Crispin sweat a bit but eventually, he got some feedback.

“This one's not bad. I'm getting hints of… some kind of spice.”

“It's curry powder! Specifically a blend that's pretty popular in Galar. Figured it would add a bit of a kick.”

“It's tasty. Adds a pop of flavor to the eggs.” Drayton took another bite of the sandwich. “I'm getting like different textures too. Smooth and a lil chunky. I like it.”

“Oh that's from adding some soft scramble with cut up pieces of boiled egg before I mixed both together in the sauce.” While Crispin beamed at the positive review of his creation, he also took note of Drayton's comment to file it away for later.

He seems to like contrasting textures.

Once Drayton finished their first sandwich, Crispin wasted no time in encouraging his friend to taste the next one. There was a bit of mild grumbling but Drayton did pick up the one that had shredded Klawf Stick next. 

This went on until Drayton finished tasting all the sandwiches in the box. Swiping off a bit of crumb from their bottom lip, Drayton flashed Crispin a lazy smile, leaning back against their chair.

“I suppose being your test Morpeko wasn't all that bad. You've been upping your seasoning game. There were all home runs, no strikeouts.”

Crispin tried to suppress a goofy smile. “Heh, thanks! I really appreciate the feedback too. Out of everything you've tried, was there a favorite?”

“Hmm… guess I liked the first one the best. The curry flavor added a lot to the filling.”

He seems to like curry flavors. Should look into making actual curry.

“Noted! Say, mind helping me out again tomorrow? I want to try out more fillings, maybe switching the bread up too.” Crispin tried to keep it cool, gazing at Drayton with his fiery eyes again.

“... sure, guess I don't mind.” Drayton’s eyes flicker to the left, one hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sweet! I'll see you tomorrow then!” Crispin gathered all his stuff before exiting the clubroom. With the door closed behind him, he pumped his fist triumphantly, hissing out a delighted yes.

Success! Drayton seemed none the wiser to his plan from the way they ate all the sandwiches he made. Crispin got some good information out of it too. It was important for him to take note of Drayton's potential likes and dislikes. Making food more tailored to their tastes will make things much easier down the road. 

Now he needed to come up with more enticing sandwich fillings for tomorrow. With a pep to his step, Crispin made his way back to his dorm room, where he will test out new flavor combinations for the rest of the day.

[ameftowriter]

Ever since finishing Pokemon Violet, I have been wanting to write fics for it.

More specifically about Clavell.

I had one planned where he would explain to the faculty about the whole thing with operation starfall. In order to help Team Star and have them be seen in a different light.

Another where he and Juliana come to Area Zero because I think he'd want to see what Sada/Turo has done and what his friend has become along with everything else the squad discovered down there. Also Juliana/Florian coming in terms that she was traumatized about being defenseless and thought for sure that they were all gonna die back then.

Then also I have another story idea of sort of like a fix-it story where Juliana/Florian save AI Sada/Turo and even have this whole thing of thinking that the loose Tera Crystals they've found would help being the power source instead and managed to drag the AI out of the crater and with Clavell and Geeta they managed to give the AI a better life and to finally reconcile with Arven to give him a family he never had either....

I'm out of my mind... I have way too many ideas from other series too.

I'll do my best in writing them....

[fangirlingpuggle]

So I am very very sleepy but here is a quick dumb Hassius AU that came from the idea of Brassius’s family being from Galar from the idea of him giving Hassle the Applin as a confession.

So, AU where Brassius family from Galar are also sort of noble and he and Hassel were bothered when they were younger, neither having met each other and having being totally decided by their controlling families.

Hassel runs away and ends up at same academy in Paldea as Brassius, the two not wanting to get to know each other as both hate idea of arranged marriage so neither like each other thinking the other is noble and entitled like their families but two end up getting to know each other and falling for each other.

Their families are happy thinking they’ll fall in line... only for both Hassel and Brassius to disown their family cut off all ties… and then go get married it being their own choice and not because of some decision their families made.

Alternatively The two sort of knowing each other sort of like Swan Princess this is my idea the two not liking each other as always forced to interact and didn’t like each other.

Both run away from their families and end up at same academy then it’s basically the spiderman meme when they see each other like ‘I WENT TO A DIFFERENT REGION WHY ARE YOU HERE!?’

Only for them to interact and know each other properly and not being stuck and pressured by families and actually as they develop identities outside the strict upbringings and fall for each other.

Bonus: Everyone who remembers how they were when they both started at the academy totally at each others’ throats watching them as the most overly affectionate domestic couple ever are just like ‘How the hell did that happen?’