#the unown have returned

[askfailblazer]

Oh yep here Sonic He just use AI as well

Old but gold: I used to let a weird hedgehog, Lunt, ride on my back

Like Sprout, he loves to get drunk and yell weird nonsense. What I like the most is seeing Sonic curse at me.

[i-never-forgot]

Ah shoot, I know you've talked about the gang's love languages before, but I can't remember Dusknoir and Eliana's specifically— but could I request a little doodle where they're making efforts to show each other they care?

Oh Sofie you know me so well🥺thank you for the serotonin boost!

And now for the needlessly long lore-dump bc I can't help myself:

I did indeed write a post on it, but I only talked about Dusknoir’s love language (which would still stand in this case) and a generic hypothetical hero. He outwardly expresses acts of service, but I feel he would appreciate receiving quality time the most (since he might have some negative memories regarding perceived deceptions messing with words of affirmations plus his low self-esteem or receiving touch bc...you know that man has never experienced an ounce of physical affection, but he learns to appreciate it for reasons below). He feels unwanted and unloveable at his lower moments, so to have Eliana (or Lu or Grovyle/Celebi, too, admittedly) stay close to him even in simple companionable silence helps a lot; to be reassured that they're no longer afraid of him and see him as someone valuable beyond what he can offer with his hands. Play games with him (bc there's no way they wouldn't have board games or smth) or start in-depth conversations/debates/lectures with him, where he can exercise his mind, and he'll be eating out of your hand.

Eliana specifically tends to give gifts the most. She leaves things around for people she cares about, whether it's items they mentioned they needed/general explorer necessities, their favorite berries/gummis/etc, or random objects (flowers/pretty rocks/shells/leaves/etc)/keepsakes/treasures found in dungeons. You know that you've won her favor and affection if you find these sort of things laying only where you would find it, whether it be on your bed or otherwise. She loves spoiling the people she loves; it makes her feel like she's finally offering something of value for them having to "tolerate" her (but she's getting better about her self-worth issues through unending patience from her family).

(She always made sure Treecko ate first while they traveled and gave him the best items, even after they met Old Master Lucario and were in relative safety and security. She inadvertently gave Grovyle her old scarf when they were separated, but when he tried to give it back once she returned to the future, she only kept it long enough to have its wear stitched back up to regift it back to him since she knew how much it had comforted him while she was gone.)

(Once they reconcile, she gifts Dusknoir his Unlucky Sash. She secretly goes to Toxicroak and trades out enough items after she pays to have him requisition it. She doesn't say anything or give it to him directly, but when he finds it in his Treasure Bag he knows - especially since he had been trying to emulate her habit as a show of good will the last several months. It's good that he was alone in the Bluff when he discovered it because he would never be willing to explain to Grovyle or Celebi why he had started blubbering. Just a little. He would sooner die (again) than admit to it, but he was so relieved that he couldn't control himself. He hardly ever takes it off after that, wearing it like a badge of honor - only if it gets dirty or torn, and even then he gets almost unconsolably upset until Eliana reassures him that it can be cleaned/fixed. One time he takes a slashing hit for her and it rips pretty badly. He's almost sick to his stomach about it, but she has the same seamstress mentioned above embroider some Unown runes into it, followed by a symbol unfamiliar to Pokemon from their world; Dusknoir understands the runes where most uneducated in such ancient writing wouldn't, something they had bonded over previously, and it contextualizes the symbol for him without Eliana ever having to say a word. He runs his fingertips over the threads over and over when he's feeling anxious or upset, and especially if he's separated from Eliana for too long.)

Upon receiving love, believe it or not, Eliana's most inclined to crave physical affection. It's an impulse and hunger she's buried deep for many years, as she lacked in it from her childhood (boo her parents for being austere, stuffy jerks only concerned with reputation and status), and it only got worse when she lost her first partner. She closed herself off for the most part for years afterward, and her past romantic endeavors thought her too cold bc she always tended to keep them at arm's length emotionally and physically bc she was afraid of getting hurt again. But Treecko wears down her barriers and she holds him a lot, even when it's unnecessary. Having her memories wiped helped her to work through some of that with Lu, thankfully, and by the time she met Dusknoir and gave him the benefit of a doubt she was far more comfortable bumping into others and giving them head-rubs while she tried to choke down her purrs. Dusknoir indulged in her casual affection far more than he should have, but he was starving for it, too (although he was noticeably stiff and uncertain about receiving it and reciprocating; he only got more back-and-forth once Eliana revealed her identity since he was trying to pull away but couldn't help himself). When they make up Eliana is slow to warm back up to him again, but once she does she's almost always making contact with him somehow, whether it be pressing her flank against him in public, riding on his shoulders, curling around his head, or letting him carry her (although this is usually in a context where she needs it bc she gets flustered easily). She'll also nip at him or slap him with her tail if she's feeling feisty or playful. She loves it most when he pets or scratches her back since she can't always reach the places that itch or stay sore. (She loves it more when they press their foreheads together, in private, usually on the verge of sleep when both of their inhibitions are lowered...but you didn't hear that from me. She feels closest to him that way.)

(The bottom right pic is an old sketch I had so I decided to add it for posterity🥹)

[thelunarfairy]

Hanako-kun's Big Puzzle

I've been racking my brains over Hanako-kun for a long time now, trying to decipher the story is a lot of fun, but when it started dealing with temporal paradox I realized it would have more work than I imagined.

Generally, stories that change time tend to make our heads hard to understand. I like to divide it into parts and by characters and their importance, for example, I think Tsuchigomori is a very important piece here. A guy who can change someone's future (of course, having to sacrifice himself to do so) but this is a skill with a certain importance and that I don't see almost anyone talking about. Maybe it will be used later.

Each character placed here seems to have an importance in the story, it wasn't done for nothing, it has a reason. We have Nene's mysterious family, at the same time Teru's family with his equally mysterious father, Aoi who descends from the Kannagis, Mitsuba, who mysteriously found Tsukasa, I don't need to mention Sakura or Natsuhiko here.

They all guide us along a path in history, each one has a piece of it in their hands, besides of course, the Yugi twins and their "pet monster" who lives under the house.

The red house itself and the school are important, the details. I've been thinking about all of this and how the story would be summarized so far.

Kou's family, as has been said many times, is a family of exorcists who have been in the business since the time when supernaturals were called Yokais. At some point in time, we arrived at the village of Kannagis, considering that there was a God who should be obeyed, in the sense of being fed within a certain period of time, if this is not done, several supernaturals spread and start to devour the village people.

Considering that the Minamotos helped protect and create the Kannagis, it means that they still did not have enough power to destroy this "God" and made this agreement to sacrifice young women to him.

We follow Sumire's life, which makes it clear to us how it happens. At some point in time, the last Kannagi in the village was thrown, a young boy. If no others came later, it can only mean that the village ended up being destroyed or the people were devoured, or at best, they left.

There is still a possibility that the Minamoto managed to seal the passage. After that we have a big time jump. A family that went to live in a house that occasionally whispered to one of the boys. A boy who got too involved with this creature in order to help his older brother. And Tsukasa taught him to speak, even if he didn't mean to.

He became the new sacrifice right after the last Kannagi. There he started to live in a parallel place that changes and transforms whenever he sees fit, going back and forth in time whenever he wants. But we don't know if other supernaturals came out of there like they did in the village.

After 6 months Tsukasa returns with the creature. Then the house becomes cursed. Then we have Amane, the mysterious older brother who took his brother's life and his own. We don't know much about what happened afterwards, except that no one can inhabit it anymore because it consumed everyone who entered it.

All the people were still there, as Tsukasa said, they were the new Kannagis. So they had to ban it and the Minamoto knew of its existence. Teru mentions that the Kannagi boy being there is geographically strange. Which indicates the connection between the supernatural passages. Everything under the house is a well that leads to an unowned boundary, an empty place.

But nothing indicates that it was always there, the house changes the way it wants. So perhaps it has a direct connection with the village, which in this case is the current school.

And this is where I wanted to get to. The school, one of the most important characters in this story. It was here that the Minamoto seem to have had the most work. We have the famous boundaries, where some specific supernaturals were chosen (perhaps?) to take care of the passages between the far edge and the next.

Each of them is there to keep the peace, doesn't that seem like a deal made between humans and supernaturals? The Minamotos seem to have done this before. The Yorishiros are seals, and the only difference between them and Hanako's seal is the color, so are they containment seals?

Perhaps to keep that God contained and under control. In exchange for this, other supernaturals could roam freely as long as they did not harm humans and humans would leave them alone just the same.

But then we have Amane, who transforms into Hanako, we don't know how, but it seems there are signs that this was problematic. He gave the Minamoto a lot of work. What was Hanako trying to do? Was he aware of what he did?

His and Tsukasa's connection with this God is somewhat problematic. The twins could have been trying to free him for some purpose but were stopped.

Perhaps the creature took control of his body, and when Hanako was sealed, he returned to his original form and somehow managed to become one of the guardians of the boundary.

But Tsukasa doesn't seem to agree with that. Even during that same period, the relatives of the Minamoto brothers never showed a sign of life, at least to us and Teru has an unconditional hatred for all supernaturals, it is very obvious that it is because they did something that apparently hurt him a lot.

Because I still believe that his mother died from something related to the supernatural, but Teru doesn't tell Kou. Where are the other Minamotos?

In short, it is as if the Minamotos had sealed the "God" and forced some supernaturals to take care of it, the Yorishiros have the appearance of everything that their owner loves and wants to protect, so they themselves would not destroy it, guaranteeing that they will fulfill His duty is to maintain peace in the world of humans.

But each time a yorishiro is removed, more supernaturals come to the side of the living, as we saw on the day of separation. So Tsukasa wants to remove the seals, and when he removes them, Sakura said that everything will be destroyed.

A revenge from this God?

Aidairo left the information in the air that if Hanako's seal comes out, the world will fall into disarray. Kou said that his grandmother had trouble sealing Hanako, she couldn't exorcise him, to show how strong he was.

So, the creature could be sealed in Hanako. Remove all the yorishiros so that the passages are clear, remove Hanako's seal so that God can return and perhaps take revenge.

Yashiro, the Kannagi who has purifying powers, we don't know anything about her or her family, but we know that she has this ability, there was a complete chapter of the manga just to show this.

Tsukasa seems to play with her from the beginning, on purpose as if he were guiding her towards Hanako, he spies on them and doesn't interrupt when there are even romantic moments between them, as if he wanted that to happen, he stays until the end to confirm that the things are going as he wishes.

Like in this scene, where Tsusukasa appears right after the Hanene kiss, he was there from the beginning watching them.

He wants to use her as a bargaining chip, to manipulate Hanako, and in order for him to manipulate him, he would have to take away from him what he loves most at the moment. Or, the other possibility would be that he would use her so that in the end she would save Amane, even if she died in the process.

There's no way to know. Tsukasa probably won't be there to see it, as he's Hanako's yorishiro. But we don't know what Yashiro can actually offer us, but as our protagonist, she has an important and crucial role here.

Tsukasa has a strong connection with the creature and Hanako seems to be interested in the wish that this God can conceive if the seals are removed.

So we have the owners of the boundaries. Each with its own history and importance. Yako exists to show us how any supernatural can transform into something totally different from what it really is, but there is still its essence in it, perhaps a future reference to Hanako, who shows signs of being something totally different from what we imagine or even the way we look at Tsukasa.

Tsuchigomori, shows us not only Amane's past, but that he has a key that can be used, "the curator can change the future" considering that time is relevant to the story, this should be important in the future.

Each mystery has a narrative function in the story, whether to tell us something about the past or to prepare us for what will come in the future. Now we are in the arc of the clock, of time, where perhaps they will show us why time is important here.

Why is Yashiro getting Amane's key important? Tsukasa did everything so that she would purposely find him there, at that moment, he even left her with Natsuhiko so he could guide her, even if he pretended not to.

The person moving the story forward is Tsukasa. And he uses Nene for this, he wants to change the past, and of course, for Amane and perhaps for the creature that lives inside him.

But what does Tsukasa really want? No one knows about his desires, what he likes, his dreams (if he had any) everything is always about Amane.

Maybe the creature is using Tsukasa to free itself, the boy helps him, removes the seals, frees him, and lets the supernaturals do what they want. So he uses Yashiro so that maybe she can save her brother when this God is freed, she dies and in return he gets a wish, a wish that goes to Hanako, perhaps?

And what would Hanako want? Save Tsukasa? Save Yashiro? Back in time? Never existed?

There's no way to know. The information is still incomplete. And the role of Sakura and Natuhiko? And Mitsuba? There are still pieces missing from this puzzle, so everything I said could just be a delusion in my head, which even makes some sense.

There are other details that I haven't mentioned here so as not to prolong, but that's what I've interpreted so far. There's still the romance, the possessiveness, their motivations, there are still pieces missing.

[skeleton-magic-guy]

i might delete this later

feedback is welcomeeee

Title: It's okay...

Transformers Au: Hand in hand together forever.

Blitzwing and Bumblebee are standing on the edge of a small cliff at the end of a forest. On Dinobot Island.

They overlook Detroit at night, the full moon letting light dance across the water... the city in the distance is glowing brightly.

Bumblebee throws a few glaces towards Blitzwing, who is standing motioless beside him. He seemed spaced out he had been like this since they arrived here a few hours ago.

Bumblebee knew the Decepticon was a silent type when his facial plate was blue and normally, he himself would fill the silence with chatter but... today, something felt different.

Blitzwing wasn't just silent. His battlemask was hiding his lower face and his armor was tightly pressed to his frame like he was stressed... his wings lowered like he was concerned about something...

he had stopped hiding his face around Bumblebee long ago just a couple months after they started meeting in secret.

So seeing the mask now back in place felt almost alien...

A few more minutes past with nothing happening between them, a gentle breeze rustling the forests' leafs.

Bumblebee couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey...Blitz" he asked quietly, now turning towards him.

Blitzwing seemed to unfreeze at the motion and looked down towards Bumblebee, but he stayed silent.

Bumblebee gave him a small smile. "Could you maybe kneel down for a minute"

The tripple changer tilted his head but kneeled, placing one servo on his left knee joint while leaning closer, bringing them almost face to face.

Bumblebees face lit up at that and he reached his servos out slowly, seeing that Blitzwings optics were still distant. He placed his servos on either side of the battlemask.

That seemed to do the trick.

Blitzwings wings flinched upwards his optics focused on Bee, his unoccupied servo twitched like he wanted to reach out for the servos placed on his armor.

Bee smilled warmly, seeing the recognition return to Blitzwings optics

"Hey..." Bee spoke quietly, seeing the others' optics become warm... but there was also a certain saddness there.

Bumblebee had seen it before...

"It's okay..." He continued speaking softly, hopping that all the warmth he felt would be audible in his voice.

"You are here... with me in our little safety bubble. " At that Blitzwing seem to perk up again this time his optic twitched probably a small smile beneath the masks brownish metall.

"and im not going anywhere...ok? We are here right now right here, im here for you...and" he looked of to the side fake pouting "its boring to talk to myself when i know you are driffting of" a small chuckle escaped Blitzwing muffled by the mask.

Slowly, two black and purple servos reached up, taking the yellow once into his. They were warm and comforting in the chili autumn air.

Blitzwing pulled Bees servos away from his face, letting the mask retract back beneath his chin, revealing the blue faceplate beneath. the sharp denta that made up his lips pulled up slightly, making Bees spark jump he probably turned blue blushing.

"Thank you, love..." he hummed, intertwing their servos even with the size difference they seem to perfectly fit into each other.

Bumblebee smiled, reveling his denta. before he let it turn into a soft smile as well.

"You dont have to tell me what's wrong Blitz..." he said, looking lovingly at the triple changer. "...just know that everything will be alright as long as we are together... ok?"

Blitzwing nodded. "How could i ever forget... with you at my side..."

They leaned they'r forheads togheter "... everything will 'bee' alright..."

Bumblebee gasped. " Was that-" he snorted, pulling back slightly, staring at the now black face plate. " That was terrible!"

Blitzwings random persona giggled " but honey beeee"

And so they laughed together... till sunrise...

Unown time

location battlefield: earth

Explosions and laser fier can be heard in the distance, a giant spacecraft above.

the grass is burned the forest in ashes....

Detroit is burning in the distance...

and in the far corners near a mountain, on dino bot illand...energon is spilled all over a cliff....at the end of a Forest.. a soft breeze fuels the fier as trees fall... and animal skater...

Two servos, one yellow broken twisted beyond recognition and one Black and purple almost pink from the amount of energon on it, dryed and crusted... they were intwined as the grass and ashes settled around them... forgotten and left to rust...

togheter forever...

[leggerefiore]

Ghost

cw: long, not overly romantic, Volo being himself, platonic cynthia, unrequited love at first

pairings: Volo/Reader,

summary: Volo disappears after you defeat him. Your unrequited love for him leads to you leaving Hisui for modern times where you make a friend who reminds you of him.

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Volo was a beautiful man.

It was hard not to notice such an obvious trait when he first introduced himself to you not long after your forced landing in the lands of the past. His golden strands caught the light beautifully, while those stormy eyes held such a variety of emotions. To say you got a small crush on him from his looks was embarrassing, but it was the truth. When he acted kindly towards you, no matter how much of a farce you came to know it as, you fell deeper and deeper in love with him. It was why his sudden shift into the man who stood opposed to you at the Temple of Sinnoh caused heavy tears to escape your eyes.

His disappearance completely wrecked you, naturally.

Your confession of love to him during your battle staggered him a bit, but he shook his head and chose to declare your affections untrue unless you gave him the plates. Even your pleas for him to stay after your battle only led to a terrifying glare from Volo. Your hand reaching for his own desperately went entirely ignored. He left you desolate on the freezing top of Mt. Coronet.

Everything that happened to you in Hisui, led to a change to the modern day when the Alpha pokemon returned you to your own era. Your final attempt to find Volo saw you before Cogita, convinced she knew exactly where he was. No matter your pleas, she continued her carefully feigned ignorance. It hurt enough to simply see your returning home. Bidding all your newly made friends farewell stung. Their deaths would come without your knowing and leave you unable to speak to any of them in your modern days. That, naturally, included the man who left you.

Readjustment was not as difficult as you thought it might have been. Returning to previously understood rules versus learning something new was always going to see a victory from the former. A trip to Sinnoh was in order after you felt settled back in. Your friends may have questioned your sudden trip, but you needed to see the region you left through a modern lens. At least, if not to pay respects to your departed friends, too.

It was during these travels throughout the cool region that you found an eerily familiar face. Her long, blonde hair that fell over her left eye and a pendant heavy on her chest made you swallow. Volo had certainly lived on to have a child, it seemed. You nearly jumped when the woman approached you with a curious expression. “Are you curious about the ruins, too?” she asked with a friendly smile, “You are eyeing them up pretty intensely.” You realised she had noticed you staring at her.

“… I had a, er, friend who used to love these sorts of things,” you lied, “He was a bit mad about them.” Volo's descendant having an interest in the very thing that sent him into his madness was a bit unsurprising, honestly. She gazed back to the walls covered in the language of the Unown.

“... Were you curious about my pendant?” she continued. Your cheeks flushed at the realisation that she had caught you staring at her. While you were, it was not like you were ignorant to its meaning. It was more than obvious when both Cogita and Volo had worn their own in the past.

“It means you are descended from the ancient people of this region, doesn't it?” you replied with a question. Her eye went wide as her attention returned to you. The smile on her lips was strikingly familiar. Perhaps, it was the nature of the Celestica people to carry the history of Sinnoh.

“Correct, actually,” she stood before you, her tall height almost as staggering as her ancestor's own, “I'm Cynthia, an archaeologist and a trainer.” You nodded along at her words. “Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee? I feel like we have a lot we could talk about.”

You were not going to turn her down.

~

Cynthia was a fast friend, admittedly. She was kind and genuinely caring, while a powerful and strong person. In many ways, she was the best of what Volo had to offer. Even challenging you to a battle and being amused when you beat her. The team she chose… All except one pokemon was the same as a Volo's choices. It was obvious how much she enjoyed your company, too. Endless conversations about history and random little things.

The blonde trainer worried about her image a bit. Everyone was always so nervous to approach her and made her feel the need to act a certain way, so your presence was entirely welcome in her life. You would admit it was nice to be around her, as well, but the lingering feeling that you were using her to replace Volo always remained heavy. Their similarities were completely undeniable. She was not him, however. Your heart clenched at the thought of his eyes and the madness mixed with pain they held. What led him to such a horrible fate?

Your attention returned to Cynthia's words as she finally ended a phone call she took. She had asked you out to a café again. It was not long after your meeting that you moved to Sinnoh, so these meetings were quite commonplace in your day to day. She took a sip of her coffee and looked over some notes.

“So, there are these ruins I plan to investigate these ruins between Sinnoh and Johto,” she explained and moved the paper before you to show an old map, “The old verses my grandmother had mentioned this area, Sinjoh, as being similar to 'Hisui,' the old name for the Sinnoh region.” You stared at the map curiously. The old verses, as you recalled, were handed off to Cogita by you after collecting them all. Something about them felt as if they belonged to her.

“Do you think your ancestors may have settled there as well?” you asked her, wondering about whether Volo knew of this place. She nodded.

“Both the people of Sinnoh and the people of Johto are said to have met and blended their cultures here,” Cynthia explained, “I find myself fascinated with the information it may hold and how it could reveal more about the nature of certain features in Sinnoh.” It had caught your attention, too, admittedly. From how the Kantonian Galaxy Team had spoken, it almost felt as if the Hisuian people had little connection with them before their settlement. Cynthia gave a chuckle at your expression. “Would you like to join me then?” she offered, “You almost look more interested in this than I do.”

You gazed at her with big eyes.

“I'd love to,” you agreed, “I actually find the Johto region's history just as interesting.”

~

Sinjoh was isolated.

The ruins themselves laid at the top of a snow covered mountain top, with little reprieve from the chilly weather. The moment your eyes landed on the structure, you felt your hand reach toward the illusion of Arceus that you had captured after accepting the deity's challenge. Something told you bringing it was needed. Cynthia found herself immersed in the information she had gathered, while you felt an ominous call.

Thinking back on it, Cogita had said she had been waiting an eternity for you. What was she? You wondered if these were things you should have discussed with your friend instead of hiding it in fear. The old wooden pokeball almost sweetly whispered your name to release the pokemon. Your sudden change had not gone unnoticed by the champion, either. She gazed at you as you sat on the cushion nervously.

“... You seem like you are in a situation,” she said while placing a cup of tea in front of you, “What's wrong?” Your nervous demeanour strengthened. Would she hate you? You knew she would not, but the thought of telling her it made your mouth dry. It was needed, however. It was currently just you and her in the cabin. Her hand even softly rubbed at your back.

“I – I was brought to Hisui by…” you felt it impossible to say the word Arceus, “… By a strange portal. I knew your ancestors. I had to stop one of them!” It all came pouring out into the poor woman's chest as you recalled everything you had been through in Sinnoh of the past. Even your feelings towards Volo were spoken of in your desperation to finally share the event with someone who could understand. Cynthia was stunned at first, but slowly shifted into quiet understanding. By the time your tale came to an end, you held the wooden pokeball out nervously to her with tears stinging your eyes.

Her expression was gentle and sympathetic. There was no judgement anywhere to be found, just simple curiosity and concern. “… I see,” she finally said, “I feel the need to apologise for his actions.” Cynthia took the pokeball away from you to place it on the table. Her hands held yours tightly, warming the now chilled skin. “Thank you for telling me all of this,” the blonde's soft smile calmed you down, “I am completely apologetic you experienced such things at the hand of my ancestor.” You shook your head.

“It's not your fault, Cyn,” the nickname just came out naturally, “… I miss him, actually…” She shook her head. The hug she pulled you into came completely unexpected. It was warm and the scent of old parchment stung your nose. “I think I need to bring my piece of Arceus into the ruins,” you told her. She nodded.

“According to an ancient document, time, space, and antimatter, or what combined we call the world, shall be born when Arceus stands on the Mystri Stage,” Cynthia spoke with a strange eagerness, “That is, if Arceus stands alone in the stage inside the ruins, perhaps another legendary pokemon of Sinnoh could be created.” You swallowed.

“… Well, let's go, then,” you were confident as long as she was at your side, “I'm sure we both want to see what this brings.” Both of you readied yourselves as you took the pokeball alone into the ruins. A mysterious, yet powerful air ruminate in the ancient room.

The triangular stage stood in the middle of the room, with runes engraved into its dark stone flooring. Snow dusted the room, having blown in from outside. Cynthia watched in amazement as the runes glowed with ominous colour. A deep blue, a vibrant magenta and a frightening crimson all apparent. Statues of ancient guardian pokemon stood in line as you approached the stage. You felt energy coming from the pokeball as you called out the power of the deity inside. Even just a small portion of the Alpha pokemon could be terrifying with its staggering height.

Cynthia gazed at the stage curiously. “All my study of ruins and Pokémon mythology in Sinnoh may have been to bring you up on this stage here today…” She murmured to herself. Easily, she explained what each pattern represented before standing behind you. “Which will you choose?” The champion asked. Your eyes could certainly stare a hole in the stone where Giratina's symbol lied. You took a step towards it. Cynthia cocked a brow curiously at your choice. As you stood in the middle of Giratina's pattern, a light broke out and darkness overcame your mind. Dancing visage played past your eyes of many things.

At the end of it all, the ruins came back into view and a bright light hovered above your head. It floated down to lay in your hands as a singular egg. No difference laid between it and any other pokemon egg you had observed, yet what laid inside was like no other thing that would hatch. “An egg?” Cynthia was at a loss for words, “I see… An Egg is the cradle of every being. The planet itself is an Egg in a sense…” Before her mumbling could continue, footsteps echoed into the ruins.

“… It has been a century since I last had anything catch my attention,” your blood ran cold at the voice. It was impossible. The egg still flush to your chest, you turned around with lightning speed. Through the wash wintery winds heavy with snow stood a single man with a large pack on his back and a heavy winter coat. A hat laid on his head. Cynthia immediately took to stand on guard against the strange man. “Finally, I have my curiosity quelled,” those stormy eyes and a familiar pendant left you completely at a loss, “To think, it would be you again.”

“Stop right there,” Cynthia ordered him, “Who are you?” She demanded of him. Her expression may have been stiff, but you could read her confusion towards the man with ease. Having your long dead ancestor stand before you would make anyone tense, after all. Volo paid little attention to her, instead having his gaze remain on you.

“… That is not the real being a seek standing behind you yet, however,” Volo stopped just before you and Cynthia. You nearly ran towards the man. Tears poured from your eyes, unrequited feelings of love and an odd feeling of camaraderie bubbled in your chest. “You still haven't changed I see,” he said with little emotion, “Will you confess your undying love to me once more as I attempt to kill you again?”

“Who are you?” Cynthia demanded, clearly unhappy with everything he was causing, “You are no one in my family that I am aware of.”

“I am Volo,” he answered her, if only to quiet her, “I am your ancestor. May I speak with my old friend?” Cynthia stood back at his words. You gave up on pushing back your feelings and rushed towards him. The minute your hands made contact with his body, you felt more feelings pour out. He was real; Volo truly stood before you alive. The grin on his lips should have terrified you, but you grasped on to him desperately. Unexpectedly, he allowed an arm to embrace you, too.

“How is that possible?” Cynthia demanded, before rushing to pull you away, “Records show your death in the early 1900s.” She held you behind her, clearly not trusting anything lying before her.

“Mistress Cogita still lives if you can believe that as well,” his words were directed at you, “… Her reasons are different from mine, naturally.” Cynthia called out her Garchomp as Volo dared to take another step towards you both. He easily responded by pulling out his pokemon. Togekiss fluttered her wings high above him. “… She told me how desperately you sought me out,” he continued, “I was foolish then. I realise that now. I rejected you in my jealous that Arceus had chosen you over me.”

Your heart clenched as your thoughts were confirmed. Before everything had gone down at the Temple of Sinnoh, you felt at least some minor sense of friendship from him. At least, an understanding of not belonging. He and Cynthia fell into a battle, but Volo quickly emerged victorious. Age and who knows what else would win in the end. “Even when I found another, I still failed to find what I was searching for,” he remained still despite having won against her, “… I cannot be deigned worthy by Arceus, no matter how I try. I am cursed to walk this earth for an eternity to repent for my actions.”

You gasped while Cynthia finally seemed to accept that her ancestor stood before you both. “Why are you here?” she asked. Volo shrugged.

“I heard that the champion of Sinnoh and a friend of hers were going to investigate ruins related to Arceus,” Volo replied, “When I saw who that friend was, I figured something would happen.” Cynthia nodded. You wondered many things as you gazed at the man. Cursed to walk the earth for an eternity… How lonely must he have been? He was already a loner in Hisui, you could not imagine how he handled the changing ages and his time and people being truly forgotten.

“Volo,” you finally spoke, “I…” It was honestly difficult to speak with him. Clinging to him, pretending he was the same man who left you on Mt. Coronet alone, that was wrong. “Cynthia, can I be alone with him?” you asked her desperately. She gazed at you carefully before turning to the other blond. Her eyes closed for a moment.

“Yell if you need help,” she said simply, “I still do not trust him.” The champion walked out of the ruins, leaving you alone with the impossible man. You took a step towards him again, still in partial denial he was truly there before you.

“I… I still love you,” what had been a century for him had only been a year for you. You could not even meet his gaze during your confession. Volo made his way towards you, grabbing your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. Those eyes which many emotions still had yet to change. Gloves covered his hands and his attire may have been changed, but Volo still remained. The kiss that followed knocked the air out from your lungs. It was long and staggering; it was something that had clearly echoed in his mind many times.

When he pulled away, your heart raced more. “I will not pretend to be a better man,” he said simply, “I still envy and despise how Arceus chose you, but I also have come to realise there's more to my feelings than simply that.” His hand moved to cup your cheek, his eyes stared down at you. “I love you,” he said easier than you expected, “I have made a terrible mistake once, please allow me to amend that now.” You nodded and buried your face into his chest. His slow heartbeat calmed your racing one.

Finally, you and Volo had come together, and neither of you planned to let the other slip away.

[littleeyesofpallas]

i thought i'd posted it before but here's a little run down on all the cipher scripts used in the core pokemon games. Only the Unown and the Abyssal Ruins are actually consistent to an actual alphabet, the galar/paldea is circumstantial/fluid, and the kanto/sinnoh/hisui appear to be almost entirely random, so not really "ciphers" at all.

After all the regional forms and convergent evolutions, I kinda shocked we haven't had any new Unown. It'd be pretty cool to have a convergent unknown. It's funny actually that they're only found in the japan analogous regions and none of the western ones.

Who knows what this makes any of the team logos since most of those roman character don't exist in world unless you count unowns.

also the new supposed Z-A leaks seem to show a totally different script which i think is the one they use in the anime, in addition to the returning galar/paldea script. i dont know if that makes those leaks seem more or less legit and im not really in the business of entertaining the whole leak game that precedes every major pokemon release.

[distortionmewtwo]

-Despite the anger and annoyance and general circumstances of the situation the Unown stayed quiet, moving to gently touch part of it's frame body to Uvs shoulder attempting to replicate a comforting reassuring touch a physical reminder that they were there for him that he wasn't hearing this alone, it would be easy to lose their temper, though they're sure others will do the grilling and interrogation of the old god instead, only hoping that the answers and reasonings given can be understood but ultimately fearing that won't be the case... Eyelid slightly drooped the Unown watched Giratina with a steady hard stare for the god to continue-

- U

My siblings breathed neither hide nor hair of the battle we had agreed to. Though he'd utterly forgotten all about it, now he remembered very well. He didn't like this, that this was happening now, that it hadn't been let go. That Ultraviolet had discovered it all in this manner. It was an unwelcome shock to the system. I had only the child I had saved to represent me. A child- one that I raised, that... I grew to love. He looked down at Ultraviolet. I know this must have been a shock to you, little one, but please, do not doubt my inten-

The Giratina drew back, eyes sharpening as a low and dangerous hiss sounded from his massive being. My son may have vouched for you, but mind your place! You are still guests in MY realm!

Ultraviolet turned to those speaking in anger or threat, his weary gaze gone as sharp as the wyrms. The one who held a sabre found their sword hand being squeezed as if by an invisible hand, pulling it off, up, and away from the weapon. "I have placed my trust in you by bringing you here with me," he said, voice almost a hiss. "Do not throw this in my face by threatening my father in his own home! He has proved of no danger to you!"

The rivalry between me, my sister, and my sibling is none of your concern! He trailed off, gaze returning to the Mewtwo. ..But it is yours. I owe you this much. Not them- I wish you had not brought them here- but to you... we are gods, we embody concepts that are timeless, always desiring more. This was always stronger in me. I never approved of how my father handled his world, I thought I could do better- but my ideas and actions were misguided, skewed, even evil. My siblings, haughty as they were, came forward to put a stop to it, and in the wake of their actions, my father defeated me and cast me away. I have been here ever since, and for a long, long time... could never forgive my siblings for the part they played in my exile.

"...A-And now..?"

...I know now they were right in what they did, but they are still not good Pokémon. They are selfish and entirely self-absorbed. They think they deserve everything- they even once tried to claim this very realm, my Distortion World, my prison I carved into a home through thousands of years of effort... I can forgive them for their decision, but the rest..? It is impossible. This is why we fight.. but when we battle, it places all of our realms in jeopardy, in turn endangering all who live within them...

@justice-the-pandisaster

@violetjazz25

@xdertyh

[dailyanarchistposts]

E.4 Can laissez-faire capitalism protect the environment?

In a word, no. Here we explain why using as our example the arguments of a leading right-“libertarian.”

As discussed in the last section, there is plenty of reason to doubt the claim that private property is the best means available to protect the environment. Even in its own terms, it does not do so and this is compounded once we factor in aspects of any real capitalist system which are habitually ignored by supporters of that system (most obviously, economic power derived from inequalities of wealth and income). Rather than the problem being too little private property, our environmental problems have their source not in a failure to apply market principles rigorously enough, but in their very spread into more and more aspects of our lives and across the world.

That capitalism simply cannot have an ecological nature can be seen from the work of right-“libertarian” Murray Rothbard, an advocate of extreme laissez-faire capitalism. His position is similar to that of other free market environmentalists. As pollution can be considered as an infringement of the property rights of the person being polluted then the solution is obvious. Enforce “absolute” property rights and end pollution by suing anyone imposing externalities on others. According to this perspective, only absolute private property (i.e. a system of laissez-faire capitalism) can protect the environment.

This viewpoint is pretty much confined to the right-“libertarian” defenders of capitalism and those influenced by them. However, given the tendency of capitalists to appropriate right-“libertarian” ideas to bolster their power much of Rothbard’s assumptions and arguments have a wider impact and, as such, it is useful to discuss them and their limitations. The latter is made extremely easy as Rothbard himself has indicated why capitalism and the environment simply do not go together. While paying lip-service to environmental notions, his ideas (both in theory and in practice) are inherently anti-green and his solutions, as he admitted himself, unlikely to achieve their (limited) goals.

Rothbard’s argument seems straight forward enough and, in theory, promises the end of pollution. Given the problems of externalities, of companies polluting our air and water resources, he argued that their root lie not in capitalist greed, private property or the market rewarding anti-social behaviour but by the government refusing to protect the rights of private property. The remedy is simple: privatise everything and so owners of private property would issue injunctions and pollution would automatically stop. For example, if there were “absolute” private property rights in rivers and seas their owners would not permit their pollution:

“if private firms were able to own the rivers and lakes … then anyone dumping garbage … would promptly be sued in the courts for their aggression against private property and would be forced by the courts to pay damages and to cease and desist from any further aggression. Thus, only private property rights will insure an end to pollution-invasion of resources. Only because rivers are unowned is there no owner to rise up and defend his precious resource from attack.” [For a New Liberty, p. 255]

The same applies to air pollution:

“The remedy against air pollution is therefore crystal clear … The remedy is simply for the courts to return to their function of defending person and property rights against invasion, and therefore to enjoin anyone from injecting pollutants into the air … The argument against such an injunctive prohibition against pollution that it would add to the costs of industrial production is as reprehensible as the pre-Civil War argument that the abolition of slavery would add to the costs of growing cotton, and therefore abolition, however morally correct, was ‘impractical.’ For this means that the polluters are able to impose all of the high costs of pollution upon those whose lungs and property rights they have been allowed to invade with impunity.” [Op. Cit., p. 259]

This is a valid point. Regulating or creating markets for emissions means that governments tolerate pollution and so allows capitalists to impose its often high costs onto others. The problem is that Rothbard’s solution cannot achieve this goal as it ignores economic power. Moreover, this argument implies that the consistent and intellectually honest right-“libertarian” would support a zero-emissions environmental policy. However, as we discuss in the next section, Rothbard (like most right-“libertarians”) turned to various legalisms like “provable harm” and ideological constructs to ensure that this policy would not be implemented. In fact, he argued extensively on how polluters could impose costs on other people under his system. First, however, we need to discuss the limitations of his position before discussing how he later reprehensibly refuted his own arguments. Then in section E.4.2 we will indicate how his own theory cannot support the privatisation of water or the air nor the preservation of wilderness areas. Needless to say, much of the critique presented in section E.3 is also applicable here and so we will summarise the key issues in order to reduce repetition.

As regards the issue of privatising natural resources like rivers, the most obvious issue is that Rothbard ignores one major point: why would the private owner be interested in keeping it clean? What if the rubbish dumper is the corporation that owns the property? Why not just assume that the company can make more money turning the lakes and rivers into dumping sites, or trees into junk mail? This scenario is no less plausible. In fact, it is more likely to happen in many cases as there is a demand for such dumps by wealthy corporations who would be willing to pay for the privilege.

So to claim that capitalism will protect the environment is just another example of free market capitalists trying to give the reader what he or she wants to hear. In practice, the idea that extending property rights to rivers, lakes and so forth (if possible) will stop ecological destruction all depends on the assumptions used. Thus, for example, if it is assumed that ecotourism will produce more income from a wetland than draining it for cash crops, then, obviously, the wetlands are saved. If the opposite assumption is made, the wetlands are destroyed.

But, of course, the supporter of capitalism will jump in and say that if dumping were allowed, this would cause pollution, which would affect others who would then sue the owner in question. “Maybe” is the answer to this claim, for there are many circumstances where a lawsuit would be unlikely to happen. For example, what if the locals are slum dwellers and cannot afford to sue? What if they are afraid that their landlords will evict them if they sue (particularly if the landlords also own the polluting property in question)? What if many members of the affected community work for the polluting company and stand to lose their jobs if they sue? All in all, this argument ignores the obvious fact that resources are required to fight a court case and to make and contest appeals. In the case of a large corporation and a small group of even average income families, the former will have much more time and resources to spend in fighting any lawsuit. This is the case today and it seems unlikely that it will change in any society marked by inequalities of wealth and power. In other words, Rothbard ignores the key issue of economic power:

“Rothbard appears to assume that the courts will be as accessible to the victims of pollution as to the owner of the factory. Yet it is not unlikely that the owner’s resources will far exceed those of his victims. Given this disparity, it is not at all clear that persons who suffer the costs of pollution will be able to bear the price of relief. “Rothbard’s proposal ignores a critical variable: power. This is not surprising. Libertarians [sic!] are inclined to view ‘power’ and ‘market’ as antithetical terms … In Rothbard’s discussion, the factor owner has no power over those who live near the factory. If we define power as comparative advantage under restricted circumstances, however, we can see that he may. He can exercise that power by stretching out the litigation until his opponent’s financial resources are exhausted. In what is perhaps a worst case example, though by no means an unrealistic scenario, the owner of an industry on which an entire community depends for its livelihood may threaten to relocate unless local residents agree to accept high levels of pollution. In this instance, the ‘threat’ is merely an announcement by the owner that he will move his property, as is his right, unless the people of the community ‘freely’ assent to his conditions … There is no reason to believe that all such persons would seek injunctive relief … Some might be willing to tolerate the pollution if the factory owner would provide compensation. In short, the owner could pay to pollute. This solution … ignores the presence of power in the market. It is unlikely that the ‘buyers’ and ‘sellers’ of pollution will be on an equal footing.” [Stephen L. Newman, Liberalism at wits’ end, pp. 121–2]

There is strong reason to believe that some people may tolerate pollution in return for compensation (as, for example, a poor person may agree to let someone smoke in their home in return for $100 or accept a job in a smoke filled pub or bar in order to survive in the short term regardless of the long-term danger of lung cancer). As such, it is always possible that, due to economic necessity in an unequal society, that a company may pay to be able to pollute. As we discussed in section E.3.2, the demand for the ability to pollute freely has seen a shift in industries from the west to developing nations due to economic pressures and market logic:

“Questions of intergenerational equity and/or justice also arise in the context of industrial activity which is clearly life threatening or seriously diminishes the quality of life. Pollution of the air, water, soil and food in a way that threatens human health is obviously not sustainable, yet it is characteristic of much industrial action. The greatest burden of the life and health threatening by-products of industrial processes falls on those least able to exercise options that provide respite. The poor have risks to health imposed on them while the wealthy can afford to purchase a healthy lifestyle. In newly industrialising countries the poorest people are often faced with no choice in living close to plants which present a significant threat to the local population … With the international trend toward moving manufacturing industry to the cheapest sources of labour, there is an increasing likelihood that standards in occupational health and safety will decline and damage to human and environmental health will increase.” [Glenn Albrecht, “Ethics, Anarchy and Sustainable Development”, pp. 95–118, Anarchist Studies, vol. 2, no. 2, pp. 107–8]

The tragedy at Bhopal in India is testimony to this process. This should be unsurprising, as there is a demand for the ability to pollute from wealthy corporations and this has resulted in many countries supplying it. This reflects the history of capitalism within the so-called developed countries as well. As Rothbard laments:

”[F]actory smoke and many of its bad effects have been known ever since the Industrial Revolution, known to the extent that the American courts, during the late — and as far back as the early — 19th century made the deliberate decision to allow property rights to be violated by industrial smoke. To do so, the courts had to — and did — systematically change and weaken the defences of property rights embedded in Anglo-Saxon common law … the courts systematically altered the law of negligence and the law of nuisance to permit any air pollution which was not unusually greater than any similar manufacturing firm, one that was not more extensive than the customary practice of polluters.” [Op. Cit., p. 257]

Left-wing critic of right-“libertarianism” Alan Haworth points out the obvious by stating that ”[i]n this remarkably — wonderfully — self-contradictory passage, we are invited to draw the conclusion that private property must provide the solution to the pollution problem from an account of how it clearly did not.” In other words 19th-century America — which for many right-“libertarians” is a kind of “golden era” of free-market capitalism — saw a move “from an initial situation of well-defended property rights to a later situation where greater pollution was tolerated.” This means that private property cannot provide a solution the pollution problem. [Anti-Libertarianism, p. 113]

It is likely, as Haworth points out, that Rothbard and other free marketeers will claim that the 19th-century capitalist system was not pure enough, that the courts were motivated to act under pressure from the state (which in turn was pressured by powerful industrialists). But can it be purified by just removing the government and privatising the courts, relying on a so-called “free market for justice”? The pressure from the industrialists remains, if not increases, on the privately owned courts trying to make a living on the market. Indeed, the whole concept of private courts competing in a “free market for justice” becomes absurd once it is recognised that those with the most money will be able to buy the most “justice” (as is largely the case now). Also, this faith in the courts ignores the fact suing would only occur after the damage has already been done. It’s not easy to replace ecosystems and extinct species. And if the threat of court action had a “deterrent” effect, then pollution, murder, stealing and a host of other crimes would long ago have disappeared.

To paraphrase Haworth, the characteristically “free market” capitalist argument that if X were privately owned, Y would almost certainly occur, is just wishful thinking.

Equally, it would be churlish to note that this change in the law (like so many others) was an essential part of the creation of capitalism in the first place. As we discuss in section F.8, capitalism has always been born of state intervention and the toleration of pollution was one of many means by which costs associated with creating a capitalist system were imposed on the general public. This is still the case today, with (for example) the Economist magazine happily arguing that the migration of dirty industries to the third world is “desirable” as there is a “trade-off between growth and pollution control.” Inflicting pollution on the poorest sections of humanity is, of course, in their own best interests. As the magazine put it, ”[i]f clean growth means slower growth, as it sometimes will, its human cost will be lives blighted by a poverty that would otherwise have been mitigated. That is why it is wrong for the World Bank or anybody else to insist upon rich-country standards of environmental practices in developing countries … when a trade off between cleaner air and less poverty has to be faced, most poor countries will rightly want to tolerate more pollution than rich countries do in return for more growth.” [“Pollution and the Poor”, The Economist, 15/02/1992] That “poor countries” are just as state, class and hierarchy afflicted as “rich-country” ones and so it is not the poor who will be deciding to “tolerate” pollution in return for higher profits (to use the correct word rather than the economically correct euphemism). Rather, it will be inflicted upon them by the ruling class which runs their country. That members of the elite are willing to inflict the costs of industrialisation on the working class in the form of pollution is unsurprising to anyone with a grasp of reality and how capitalism develops and works (it should be noted that the magazine expounded this particular argument to defend the infamous Lawrence Summers memo discussed in section E.3.2).

Finally, let us consider what would happen is Rothbard’s schema could actually be applied. It would mean that almost every modern industry would be faced with law suits over pollution. This would mean that the costs of product would soar, assuming production continued at all. It is likely that faced with demands that industry stop polluting, most firms would simply go out of business (either due to the costs involved in damages or simply because no suitable non-polluting replacement technology exists) As Rothbard here considers all forms of pollution as an affront to property rights, this also applies to transport. In other words, “pure” capitalism would necessitate the end of industrial society. While such a prospect may be welcomed by some deep ecologists and primitivists, few others would support such a solution to the problems of pollution.

Within a decade of his zero-emissions argument, however, Rothbard had changed his position and presented a right-“libertarian” argument which essentially allowed the polluters to continue business as usual, arguing for a system which, he admitted, would make it nearly impossible for individuals to sue over pollution damage. As usual, given a choice between individual freedom and capitalism Rothbard choose the latter. As such, as Rothbard himself proves beyond reasonable doubt, the extension of private property rights will be unable to protect the environment. We discuss this in the next section.

[tjemegames]

HSR: Character Build Archive - Preservation

Qlipoth

The builder of the Celestial Comet Wall, the Subspace Crystalline Barrier, and the Great Attractor Base. THEY are called the "Amber Lord" by their followers. THEY preside over the Path of Preservation, and are one of the oldest and most tenacious Aeons.

Aventurine

A senior manager in the IPC Strategic Investment Department and one of the Ten Stonehearts, known for his cornerstone "Aventurine of stratagems." He always dons a smile that conceals his true intentions and lives by the principle of "the greater the risk, the greater the reward."

def build that does little chunks of damage; works as intended (is tanky) so I've stopped working on it

would eventually like to have a 4pc pioneer + salsotto build though; will passively work towards this while farming for watchmaker

also distantly considering a meme build of 4pc quantum (because I keep getting def main stat pcs with dps subs) + salsotto

latest upgrade - 7.19.24

Fire Trailblazer

A [person] who boarded the Astral Express. They chose to travel with the Astral Express to eliminate the dangers posed by the Stellaron.

outdated build: 4/6 relics are 4-star

need to farm new 4pc set of purity palace & keel planars (def/fire dmg sphere + err/def rope)

Fu Xuan

Head of the Divination Commission on the Luofu. The person who uses the third eye and Matrix of Prescience to foretell the route of Xianzhou and the outcomes of events.

unowned: lost 50/50 on debut banner and skipped during 2.2 because I wanted boothill more. not currently interested in pulling; may pull sometime in the future if my preservation roster is still lacking by then

Gepard

A captain in the Silvermane Guards and an outstanding warrior of Belobog. He is meticulous and vigilant to the core and is always true to himself.

outdated build: 2/6 relics are 4-star

replace def% boots w/spd

need to farm purity palace (hands + def body) & belobog planars (def sphere + err rope)

March 7th

A girl who once slumbered in eternal ice and knows nothing about her past. To find out the truth about her origins, she decided to travel with the Astral Express. As of right now, she has prepared about 67 different versions of her life story for herself.

partially built: only kind of though, she's got 5/6 pieces on but only one of them is max rolled

if I'm being completely honest, I won't be using her preservation form once I've unlocked the hunt one; working on this version would be a waste of time

The most recent version of a character’s build(s) will be listed here; older build versions can be found on their designated changelog. To avoid word/image limit issues, information on a retired build will be removed from the path archive and a link to the build’s changelog will be provided in its place. Changelogs will only be created and maintained for the characters that I actively use; they will be updated whenever significant relic upgrades/changes have been made. Characters that have multiple builds (i.e. additional builds that are non-traditional, niche, or memes) will have a dedicated changelog for each one. Return to Navigation

[lizardboyscalesmcstuffins]

I decided to make dndads pokemon team headcanons

Each character will be limited to 3 max (exceptions pending)

Daryll:

Greedent - Looks just like him, Matt said so himself. Calls it Grant. It gets confusing.

Meowth (Galar) - Scruffy just like Daryll. Evolves into Perrserker, fitting Daryll's barbarian class. Named it Aragorn on a whim and wouldn't change it even when people told him it doesn't fit.

Kangaskhan - Loving, protective parent. Inherited from Frank as the baby of his own Kangaskhan now grown up. Named it after his grandmother, Sally.

Henry:

Cradily - No brainer. Best of both interests (nature and geology). Named it Lily. Simple, sweet.

Carnivine - Thorn Whip/Entangle/Grasping Vine! Also representative of his more aggressive nature that he pushes down until he snaps. Named it simply Flower cause he wanted to associate it with nice and gentle imagery.

Trevenant - Had it since he was a boy and both lost their memories when they were transported to earth. Gifted to him by Beary to help attune him to the Doodler's eldritch nature within him by interacting with the ghost type. Made of the husk of an oak tree. Perhaps possessed by the lost soul of an Oakvale child. Can learn Will-O-Wisp, which is a good enough justification for Wall of Fire for me. He never named it.

Glenn:

Beeheeyem - Had it since it was an Elgyem, but doesn't remember catching it. He remembers getting high in the desert one night, then waking up with a new friend. He doesn't even know the species name, he just calls it Star Wars.

Rotom - Let's it chill in his amps or guitars when at home and in his vape pen when on the go. When it possesses his electric guitars it can play loud even without an amp. Calls it Lil' Dude/Lil' Man/Lil' Guy/Lil' Buddy. It responds to all.

Pikachu - of all the characters, he feels the most right to have a Pikachu. What's it's name? Nick Jr.

Glenn hasn't technically captured any of his pokemon.

Ron:

Herdier - His first pokemon that he had to give up long ago. Named Rogue.

Greavard - It found him one day.

Paeden:

Tyrogue - It's the same size as him and he found it after joining the dads. He fought it himself. Calls it his Rival.

Walter the Immoral:

Honedge - The sword that gave him his name. He never wanted a pokemon, but when the sword he crafted broke and killed that hero, it became possessed and returned to him. Has no name, and he barely refers to it. Good friends with Paeden.

Scam Likely/Well Actually/Scam Actually:

He has no set team. Every time he crosses paths with the daddies he has a different pokemon accompanying him, even if they were only separated for an hour.

Some examples of pokemon he's been seen with -

Purrloin

Sneasel (both versions)

Mew

Igglybuff

Each of the daddies' pokemon (at different occasions)

Spinarak

Murkrow

Meowth (Kanto)

Seviper

Zorua (most commonly seen)

Arin O'Neal:

Trevenant - (Lots)

Torterra - (Lots)

Willy:

Dusknoir - Uses it as a tool and nothing else. Doesn't refer to it at all, conditioned it to respond to orders only.

Darkrai - Keeps it contained and under wraps. Never tries to use it for battle or utility. He doesn't want to risk losing control, even in his dreams. He would have to be desperate to resort to using it.

Beary:

Liligant (Hisui) - Uses it as a partner for light aerobics and yoga. Calls it Lily.

Golurk - Created it himself. He considers it something of a magnum opus. Refers to it by its species name.

Dragonite - His ace up his sleeve. He lets it guard the O-Dads compounds and bases. Calls it Raymond Dio Labot.

Bill:

Slaking - His oldest pokemon. Extraordinarily powerful, but just as lazy as he is. Calls it Brother.

Exploud - He likes it loud. Taught it to beatbox and Willy fucking hates it. Calls it Rock and/or Roll.

Rotom - Glenn's Rotom. He bequeathed it to him some time before he "died". He's the one that started calling it any variation of "Lil'" that Glenn caught on to.

The Doodler:

Unown Unknown

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

SKITTERS IN ON ALL FOURS. I HAVE A REQUEST!!!

Can you write a fanfic about Gold (Lost Silver) accidentally eating a bee, and his face gets swollen like one of those dog pics, then the reader ends up taking care of him until the swelling stops? (Platonic please c:)

When Hypno suddenly teleported Gold into your house, you were expecting the worst, considering he usually never did that without letting you know ahead of time...

But when you saw the poor ghostly trainer with his face swollen, both cheeks as puffy as a Skwovet, it took all of your willpower not to laugh your ass off.

Basically, you were informed that a bee flew into his mouth and stung him from the inside. It wasn't a Combee nor a Beedrill.....just a regular ol' bee. He spat it out, but unfortunately the damage was already done.

After that Hypno pretty much left him in your care, as no potion he used was bringing the swelling down. So he figured you'd know how to treat him since you're more human.

The moment he teleported out of the house was the moment Gold started whining in pain. You guided him over to the couch, where he tried laying down, but his puffy cheeks made it uncomfortable to be on his side.

So he just sat up, the Unowns spelling out OUCH before you. "I know it sucks, buddy..just wait right here. I'll be back." You quickly got up and headed to the kitchen, making a cold compress for him to use.

Once you returned, you sat beside him and applied some pressure to one of his cheeks. "There, this should bring the swelling down." You reassured him, before putting pressure on the other one after a minute or so. "At least this wasn't a Beedrill's doing..their stingers hurt like hell."

He lightly nodded in agreement, before the Unowns began to spell a slightly longer word--one that made you realize that it's not just the stinging that's bothering him.

BURDEN?

"..huh? A burden? Nonsense. You're not one at all." Smiling, you ruffled his hair, briefly setting down the compress. "I want to help you, Gold. Do you feel that way 'cause Hypno kinda dumped you here?"

After a brief pause, he nodded once more, averting his gaze in shame. The truth was that the Talking Pokémon didn't realize how genuinely painful this was for him; he thought he was overreacting and got fed up with him "whining like a dying Growlithe".

Not that he wasn't used to his arrogant behavior, but....it wouldn't kill him to have just an ounce of pity for him, would it?

"Well, I wouldn't worry about him." Your voice snapped Gold out of his thoughts, and he looked back at you. "I'm sure he only did that because he knew I could help you best, right?"

"..r-right..." He managed to speak, although he winced as he immediately regretted that decision. "The agonyyy.."

"I know, I know..but you'll feel better in no time, I promise."

[torchu212]

Pokemon Movie Brain Blast

You know this scene in the credits of Spell of the Unown (M03)? In case you don't know, that woman is Molly Hale's mother. According to Takeshi Shudo (OG head writer), he asked for a copy of the final draft of the script, and it turned out the explanation was she was in the hospital for the entire movie. Shudo was not happy.

This was a very personal story to him, written with aspects of his own life in mind (Molly's Japanese name is Me, after Shudo's own daughter, and her mother was intended to be dead like his own). But as production went on, he was in no condition (he even landed in the hospital himself!) and eventually no mood to continue writing, so he asked fellow series writer and father Hideki Sonoda to take his stead. For most of the movie, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. This scene, however, became a major sticking point for Shudo as well as numerous fans for betraying the original intentions behind the story and Molly's character.

...But what if I told you that the dub fixed EVERYTHING about it?

On the DVD commentary for Mewtwo Strikes Back (M01), Michael Haigney (English writer/director) and Norman J. Grossfeld (English writer/producer) talk a bit how certain lines were added in an effort to explain things they felt didn't make sense in the original Japanese version. For example, the Tears of Life (pictured above) is set up as an old legend in the dub, while it goes unexplained in the Japanese version and both versions of MSB Evolution (M22).

In a similar vein (as explained on M03's own commentary), the dub implies that, rather than being dead, Mrs. Hale was also researching the Unown before being captured by them. While it was likely written with the short term in mind, this explanation not only fixes her sudden appearance in the ED, but also adds to the story in two major ways.

1: Molly having both of her parents be absentee Pokemon researchers taken away by the Unown allows the dub to maintain her initial loneliness and rationale without her mother dead and thus the ED contradicting the story. While it's further removed from the "dead mother" idea, it resolves the logical failing Sonoda introduced: "If Molly's mom was in the hospital the whole time, why didn't she visit her? Why have Entei kidnap Ash's mom?"

2: By having the explanation for Mrs. Hale's absence be that she was taken by the Unown much like Spencer would be in the movie's inciting incident, it adds a personal layer to why he's so feverishly researching them; not only to document their existence, but so he can find a way to bring his wife back, not unlike Dr. Fuji perfecting cloning to revive his daughter in M01's extended prologue, The Birth of Mewtwo.

Implying that Mrs. Hale went through a similar experience also makes it easy to infer that the Unown returned her to Molly as well. (Side note: This scene was originally part of the ED as well, but was moved up to take place right after Greenfield turns back to normal; another smart decision on the dub's part.)

Rewriting the story is frowned upon among the anime community, as it's often perceived as compromising the original vision and integrity. But Spell of the Unown already had it happen when Sonoda wrote the most controversial scene of the movie, a moment so opposed to Shudo's intent that he quit the series entirely not long after. This scene (and therefore, the entire story) was fixed because 4Kids were allowed to make the changes they did. They made a great movie even better, they held true to the themes and character, and they didn't even have to re-kill Mrs. Hale to do it.

[code-and-coins]

Heya, I'm Edith!

I am a Glitchmon rehabber from Paldea! I take in accidentally domesticated Glitch pokemon! (hatched or caught)

In my area, Glitchmons aint treated the best but I hope to help break that stigma and show how kind and loving these mons can be!

Just remember that Glitchmon are supposed to STAY wild! The only time a Glitch mon should be removed is if it is causing damage to the enviroment (EG: Bad egg glitches making mons that should not be in that location - For example an Espurr being in Alola where it can cause damage to local wildlife!)

Below is more info on me and my personal team!

My name is Edith Acosta, I go by It/Its & They/Them, I am 20 years old and am a Krustle (Cancer)! I work with a fostering group from Kanto called 'Glitchmon and Errormon Fostering Foundation' also known as the GEFF! I work hard to help look after glitchmon that were domesticated so they can have the best life even if they cannot return to the wild!

My team is:

''Quinn'' The 'Q ◣' Glitch aka a mis-coloured shiny Starmie who is my partner pokemon! I affectionately call him 'bug' 'Quinny' 'QQ' 'Stats' amd 'Stinky' :) ''Berry'' The ' ' B' ゥ' Glitch that is a female Nidorino, shes quite a playfull girl and is incredibly social! ''Hash'' The 'ゥ $ A (F3)' Glitch that is similar to a Pineco with it's 'scales' being heavily glitched and a deep black colour with red lines stretching across it. Hash is a bit of a scaredy cat who loves to spam teleport (it's only move) but I love it alot! ''Dec'' The 'Decemark' Glitch pokemon, Dec is quite defensive of Hash and is basically It's brother! He may look like a Unown but hes quite feisty! ...Even if he only knows struggle- ''Neon'' The 'Monochromatic' Glitch, Despite being in the same Glitch family as the greyscale monos, This little litleo is covered in lots of colourfull stripes along with a colurfull personality! ''Princess'' The '♀ .' Glitch, She looks alot like a Maganium but more red..when she isn't surrounded by smoke that is! Princes is my main fighter if nasty teams try to hurt the pokemon I pick up to foster or if anyone tries to steal my team She's very bulky and is quite the stubborn gal!

I actually caught Quin myself since i thought he was just a shiny Starmie, I didn't have the heart to give him up and ended up joining GEFF so i could still care for him and help other glitch pokemon!

Hash, Neon and Princess all came from eggs from other trainers around the world! I am greatfull to two of those trainers for trying to help give their pokemon good lives before I picked them up! if you are the guy who abandoned hash at the pokecenter in Kanto I will personally find you!

ahem- Dec and Berry came from accidental capture cases, I still give their OG trainers updates on how they are! I love my team deeply and they teach me more every single day!

[unown-sanctuary]

Terrific tidings, trainers and travelers!

THE SYMBOL SPECIALTY SHELTER IS OPEN!

Professionally, I am Professor Paige Polyxeni Papyrus! (She/Her)

The Symbol Specialty Shelter is situated several small steps southeast of the Solaceon settlement, Sinnoh, as a safe haven, shelter, and study centre of the species Unown!

Our lexicon-like allies are lacking love. Our mission is to encourage trainers to adopt one of their own Unown. These are often ones needing plenty of care and affection who would even just love to have visitors. Several of our friends are trained as service pokemon as well!

The start of the Unown Care Guide is here! And search through "#unown care guide" to see the rest!

The Compatibility Guide is also here!

DO NOT SPONTANEOUSLY DROP OFF POKEMON WITHOUT THOROUGH DISCUSSION FIRST.

Permanent residents: Dennis the Unown . , Vespa Valentine the Unown V .

Asks are always encouraged!

NEW TO THE TEAM: Zemenes! If you see a quiet blonde child running around, it's her! Her companions are Nugget and Goldie the Joltiks, as well as Kiki the Unown K as a service pokemon to help her communicate!

ABOUT THE PROFESSOR UNDER THE CUT

[OOC as well]

If you wish to know more about me, I would be happy to share.

I adore Unown. They are likely the only reason I am still alive after a highly traumatizing and painful experience I do not wish to go into the details of right now. I wish to return the care they gave to me tenfold.

My beloved team are all trained service pokemon, so please do not try to distract them while they're working.

Interrobang the Unown ‽ (Emotional support.)

Scribe the Smeargle (General physical health and movement support.)

Gilgamesh the Grafaiai (Grabbing things and quicker action requirements.)

Chronicle the Chatot (Communicative assistance.)

I look forward to seeing some of you!

[OOC Hi, mun is 18+, is disabled as well. I do allow sentient pokemon interactions. Follows from @darlingsuperstition ]

[kidresearcherindigo]

Day late again Oops. This didn't go as planned but tbh it's soooooo much better than I could've hoped for!

[Video ID - Indigo holding up an ancien5 scroll to the camera with sketches of various unown on it. Like this:

The camera zoomed in on the scroll. Nemona'a voice can be geard from behind the camera.

"What does it say?" she asked, "I'm not good with reading unown symbols."

As the camera zoomed out, Indigo grinned as they rolled up the scroll. "You'll find out! Now c'mon!"

They walked down the hall with the camera walking alongside them. The camera briefly switched to selfie mode to show Nemona herself as she leaned into Indigo with an excited grin before switching back to the outer camera.

Raifort was seen coming their way, talking with a student who had their face blurred out in the video.

Indigo waved to Raifort. "Oh, Señora Raifort," they said, "I've been looking for you!"

"Oh?" Raifort raised an eyebrow, watching as Indigo picked up the pace to meet with her.

"You remember the lesson you did on Unown's influence in written language?" Asked Indigo.

The other student seemed to notice the camera and slowly pulled a hood over their head. Once their face was mostly covered, the blur filter over their face disappeared to reveal that the student was none other than Atticus of Team Star.

"Why yes, I remember," said Raifort, "Were there any questions you had about that lesson?"

"Yeah, I um... I actually found this," explained Indigo, as they held the rolled up scroll to Raifort. "It was in some boxes in my mom's closet. Found it while we were cleaning it out. Thought you might be interested."

At first, Raifort's eyes lit up before noticing the camera. She gave it a smirk, before holding out her hand to Indigo. "May I?" She asked.

Indigo nodded and handed her the scroll.

Raifort opened it up, raising an eyebrow as she skimmed through it for a split second. "Hm, yes, quite fascinating," she said with a sage nod.

"Well? What does it say??" Asked Nemona, with anticipation.

Raifort turned to Atticus. "Atticus, would you like to do the honors?" She asked, "I know you've been practicing rather diligently to read and write Unown scripture."

"t'would be the highest honor," said Atticus, holding a hand on his chest. "I shall do my best to read it with the prophetic grandure that this ancient scripture truly deserves."

Upon being handed the scroll rolled up scrolm, Atticus cleared his throat and held his arms up in the air. "Gather 'round, all ye who wish to bear witness to ancient wisdom, once forgotten and now resurfaced!"

Nearby students started gathering around, accompanied with an ensemble of confused murmurs.

"Fellow students," Atticus announced, "My dear friend Indigo hath uncovered an ancient secret of their ancestors!"

There were more murmurs from the crowd as several students realized where this might be going.

"Indigo!" Atticus turned to Indigo. "Do I have thy consent to reveal the contents of this sacred scroll?"

"Yeah man," said Indigo, snickering quietly, "Go for it!"

Atticus opened the scroll and cleared his throat.

"They say a pure heart is forever corrupted," He read, "That to stay pure, one must stay true from the start!"

"HOWEVER!" Atticus exclaimed, holding an index finger in the air. "There is one power said to fix thine corruption for the rest of thine days!"

"And THAT!" Atticus looked over the crowd of students, dead quiet in suspense, before returning to the scroll. "Is the power of GAY, GAY, HOMOSEXUAL GAY!"

The crowd of students all cheered in applause as Indigo doubled over wheezing. Nemona could just barely be heard laughing as well, before the camera panned to her feet and cut off.

VIDEO END]

[scarletwritesshit]

Canna-Alola 💡 Pokemon Light Screen Zine

The first fic i wrote for @bycmykae's Light Screen speedrun zine.

Behind a field of luscious canna lilies lies a stone slab that at first glance, is rather insignificant. However, one of the brightest moments in Alola's history lies beneath the pollen.

Hidden behind a field of light orange canna lilies rested a smooth stone of seemingly minimal importance.  To the untrained eye, it appeared to be nothing more than a natural rock formation, but pushing aside the flower stalks revealed that it was far too perfect to be mother nature’s handiwork. The smooth surface was adorned with illustrations big and small, depicting history that would have long since been lost if not for the artists of the past. For a mural left basking in the Alolan sun, the illustrations were in remarkably good shape.

It was quite likely that the lilies were planted manually as well. The only spot that they could be found within the vicinity was near this particular structure; all neighboring ruins were bordered by either dusty paths or unkempt grass. Pushing aside the canna lilies to better view the contents of the stone made it understandable as to why such a decision was likely. Painted and engraved into the stone were elaborate designs resembling the likes of Solgaleo on the left and Lunala on the right.

However, something was rather amiss about the appearance of the two legendary beasts. Swiping away the pollen from the lilies and further pushing aside the flowers revealed that parts of their bodies were warped by some type of black crystal-like structures, as if they were being consumed by darkness hungry for their light. Even on a stone slab which inherently possessed no life force, Solgaleo and Lunala felt soulless and zombified compared to the colors that adorned the rest of the stone. The masses on the two were painted solid black and chipped, a distinct contrast to their bodies which remained vibrant despite the years of weathering upon the stone.

Hidden by even larger canna lilies was the illustration of a four-winged Pokémon akin to the Ultra Necrozma that had made its ascent upon the region fairly recently. It was so large that its wings alone overshadowed the already large Solgaleo and Lunala illustrations. The brightness of the paint used for its body practically radiated out of the stone slab. It was so prominent and vibrant that it felt as if it was enough to feed the countless canna lilies that grew in front of it, without the need for actual sunlight. One could almost feel themselves being controlled by the painting of Ultra Necrozma for how demanding its appearance was.

Further hidden amongst the shorter stalks and caked-on pollen was some form of long forgotten script elaborating on the events depicted above. The script was painted on, but showed no signs of being carved, yet the black paint had managed to survive for quite a long time due to the shelter of the lilies. Surely, it described something in relation to the mural above, though it would take a considerable amount of time to translate in this day and age as the modern Unown script has long since deviated from this form of writing.

There was far more to be seen than the demanding Ultra Necrozma and the two beasts it controlled. It was difficult to take one’s eyes off of such a bright, imposing illustration, however, and the struggling Solgaleo and Lunala were almost painful to look at. It was as if one’s energy would be sapped away for looking at them for too long, in the same way the darkness consumed their bodies.

This must’ve been how the ancient civilizations felt looking at the legendary itself for the first time. It had to be a direct encounter, in the same way as the one in Megalo Tower. It was far too accurate and far too dazzling to be a mere fantastical depiction.

The canna lilies that were pushed away prior have returned to gently swaying against the Dusk Mane and Dawn Wings depicted at its sides. The remaining of the light orange flowers were gently pushed back to their original positions, once more brushing the surface with a gentle layer of pollen.

It’s for the best that the mural remained well-hidden behind a sea of canna lilies. The blindingly bright light from even a mere depiction of Ultra Necrozma was something better left in the history books, lest it blinds those who make the mistake of seeking it out.