#canalave library

[sfnerdyart]

Light Reading

[moonscape]

bothers me so much when people try to make pokemon dark and edgy by being like "wh.what if the pokemon eat EACH OTHER!!!! WHAT IF THE HUMANS ATE POKEMON!!!!!!!!" as if both of those aren't already canon like. what do you even want me to say. it's not as deep or fucked up as you're making it out to be.

[diancite]

i have never talked much about what i think sinnoh would be like in the future after dppt but i think it would be so fucking funny if volkner became an elite 4 member. cynthia retires, dumps volkner on dawn, and is just like "good luck". shes gonna need it

[hisuischampion]

You said there were 2 or 3 phases but only mentioned 2 🤔 What's the 3rd?

I phrased it that way because the third is sort of an extension of the second, so I don't know if I should count it separately. That and we're not sure if it happens every cycle.

To give you a better answer though, the third phase is people and pokemon integrating so thoroughly that there's little distinction between them, and even things like marriage between them is officially recognized.

[ravenwolfie97]

anyone wanna lend or buy me pokemon bdsp for the sake of completely completing legends arceus

[togepienjoyer]

Hi! It's me! The wigglyman!

start running

Who?

[svltart]

[fanart] sinnoh zine art from 2021: canalave library. digital.

[warden-melli]

I find your headcannons really interesting and wanted to know if you had any other headcannons you haven't shared before

Thank you ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ Honestly I have more headcanons that I haven’t shared than ones that I have lol (I assume you mean pokemon/pla/Melli hcs)

I’d be happy to share some right now, but let me know if there’s any particular character/topic that you’d be interested in hearing about? Sorry if I’ve shared some of these before, but I can’t remember 100% what I have/haven’t shared before lol

PLA HEADCANONS

• While Adaman is several years older than Irida, their birthdays fall on the same day of the month, exactly 6 moths apart

• If Irida hadn’t become leader of her clan she would have pursued a career as a healer, specifically focused on traditional Hisuian herbal medicine

• Melli spends a lot of time on Mt Coronet practicing his singing. As all of his pokemon are nocturnal he often heads up there at night where he can sing undisturbed. Sometimes he sings songs with words, but often he’ll just vocalise, practicing his highs notes to no one in particular. His voice is beautiful, but can be quite eerie without context, especially to frightened travellers trying to cross the mountain range at night. He is unknowingly (yet directly) responsible for many a ghost story told across the Hisui region. Melli rejects these tales of so called spirits and disembodied voices that echo across the highlands, insisting that he’s up there all the time and has never seen or heard a thing!

• In addition to his role as Warden Iscan is also the Diamond clans head fisherman and is essential to keeping his clan fed, especially over the harsh winters. He writes journals full of poetry and stories while out on the shoreline, often inspired by traditional tales, as well as his observations of the land and the adventures he witnesses across it. Many of his works will one day end up on display in the Canalave library in modern Sinnoh

• Gaeric is actually quite a bit older than he looks. In addition to his position as warden he is also in charge of gathering wood and timber for the Pearl clan, and has an eye for finding the most high quality trees. He was taught all he knows by his mother, who previously held the position before retiring from logging. She is now in charge of replanting the trees that are cut down so that the balance of nature in Hisui is preserved

• While Irida had Palina as a rival when they were both competing for the title of leader, Adaman’s bid for the position went completely unchallenged, with no one else from his clan putting their name up for consideration. He took over the title directly from his grandfather, who was the previous leader of the Diamond Clan

• Sabi is a orphan, and her pokemon partners were directly inherited from her parents. Instead of having a sibling relationship with her pokemon (which is typical for people of the Hisuian clans) they watch over her in more of a parental way, protecting her fiercely as if she were their own

• Ingo refuses to part with his hat and coat, no matter how damaged and tattered they become after enduring years of sneasel claws. While he can’t remember his past at all, bits and pieces subconsciously come through. It’s these subconscious memories of the battling rules and formats from his previous life which leads to Ingo accidentally “inventing” the modern battling systems/rules that would later become adopted across most regions in the future. Classic bootstrap paradox. Ingo learned to battle in the future > falls to the past and “invents” the modern battle system using memories from the present > then one day many years in the future Ingo learns the modern battle system > falls to the past and…. You get the idea lol

I have a ton more to share, so let me know if you’d like to hear more ˙ᵕ˙

[mokeonn]

So I decided to check in on my Brilliant Pearl game because I didn't remember it being so bad or anything it was just a 3D 1 to 1 remake of Pearl (my personal favorite pokemon game).

I presumed I was at Veilstone City because I remembered playing the Underground a lot and buying little outfits for my trainer, so I was probably just past the Gym or maybe even just before, right?

I was in the Canalave City Library, 7 Gym Badges, tasked with going to Lake Acuity to start the part of the story where you take down Team Galactic and get Palkia, and I was doing a single type run of normal types.

I didn't remember ANY of it. I looked at all my pokemon in my party and my box and felt nothing. I literally couldn't piece together a single memory of how I caught and trained these pokemon. I was doing what would have probably been the most memorable Pokémon Pearl playthrough EVER, and I didn't remember a second of it outside of the underground mining minigames and buying outfits.

I closed Brilliant Pearl after that.

[mewvore]

one of my friends reblogged a post of yours (very cute art btw) and i checked your blog and saw the header. i want to hear the rest of that theory please

Back during the 1800s when scientists were still discussing theories on evolution one theory that arose was that the development of an embryo at certain stages represented the entirety of the genetic evolutionary chain of the animal, and diverged accordingly to meet environmental needs, with the similarities at certain points showing that pretty much every animal could potentially be related. Its a little bit goofy in hindsight but it seems to be something the pokemon Mew might be based on, having (in gen 1 at least) that resemblance to a weird lil fetus thing while also having all the genetic code for every pokemon

If thats the case, and the Pokemon world follows the logic of recapitulation theory as opposed to this worlds version of evolution, it can be theorized that pokemon and humans are extremely closely linked, having a very real singular common ancestor, which would be Mew.

This would explain why some humans have such supernatural abilities instead of JUST pokemon, and why some trainers are drawn to a certain type of pokemon to specialize in. Like, there's human who have psychic powers and show extreme displays strength stamina and resilience and its treated as just a normal occurrence. Theres also those religious texts in the Canalave library in Sinnoh that have folk tales regarding humans and pokemon being relatively close for a time, and in Pokemon Legends Arceus some characters just live with pokemon as family members

yada yada yada humans and pokemon is the same, [insert 'Did You Know That Vaporeon' copypasta here]

[pokemonranch]

Trick or treat! I'm kidding of course, but I finally made it out of Jubilife and decided to come visit.

*hands you a Granny Smith apple*

I'll have a look around at your enclosure environments, don't mind me...

Hah, thank you! Happy to have you here, and I hope your flight went well and you're enjoying Sinnoh this far. There's one of the biggest libraries here in Canalave if you'd like to check that too later. But yeah, take as much time as you want here!

[cryptidcola]

Reflections (of the Past)

>> Somewhere in Jubilife City, there’s a large monument celebrating the Hero of Hisui— it doesn’t depict their face, or any distinguishable features at all— but 5 days a week, a young person passes it on their commute. They pay little mind to it, a mundane part of their daily routine, until 200 years ago in ancient Hisui, when they reflect on their past in the future and they realize it was for them.

>> A set of identical twins in their high school days, idly flipping through a world history book when something catches both their eyes: a black and white photo of a group of people taking up the bottom half of a page. Their eyes scan the picture, and Emmet points out an older gentleman in the crowd, his hat tipped to reveal a balding head; “He looks like you, Ingo,” Emmet says, his voice teasing. “Like us,” his brother quickly corrects, adjusting the hat on his own head that he wears to cover the hairline that’s been slowly creeping backwards ever since he turned 16. They spare one more glance at the photo before turning the page.

>> Cyllene is a national hero— her sword is displayed proudly in a plexiglass container in Jubilife City Hall beneath a regal portrait. She is a celebrated figure, her name spoken with respect all throughout the region.

Somewhere in Sinnoh a boy grows up— the youngest member of a most prestigious bloodline. He has her face; her aloof, stoic demeanor; lacks her physical strength but has all of her ambition. It’s never enough. His parents are wealthy enough to buy him everything he could want but give nothing he needs. “Why can’t you be more like your cousins?” “Why aren’t you top of your class?” He can’t connect with his peers. He can’t even connect with most Pokemon. One night, a Zubat flies into his room through an open window. He guides the small, blind creature back out; eventually over the course of weeks it becomes routine. “I’ll show them someday,” Cyrus whispers to the Pokemon, now clinging to the ceiling above his bed, “I’ll create something perfect.”

>> The name Laventon synonymous with scientific achievement— he is held up as one of the first great minds in the study of Pokemon. His work viewed as the foundation upon which most of the knowledge of Pokemon biology is built even to this day. Scholars of all ages, from the youngest elementary school children to graduate students study his work on the first ever Pokedex. Dozens of universities all over the world have buildings bearing his name where researchers continue his life’s work— his legacy.

In the town of Postwick in the Galar Region, an 8-year old, purple haired future Champion beams with pride when his class opens their science textbooks to chapter 2 and a photo of his ancestor is among one of the first things they see.

>> Champion Cynthia wanders the stacks of Canalave Library— it’s late, and she is restless. Normally it wouldn’t be open to visitors at this hour, “But for you, Champion, I’ll make an exception,” the librarian had said, sensing the urgency in her voice, before asking her to lock up when she finished and wishing her a good night. The ancient floors creak below her feet as she walks across them— it was her own kin who had put them down, building this library in an attempt at penance for his ultimate betrayal— to educate future generations so that perhaps they would not make his same mistake.

Finally, the Champion approaches a nondescript door at the back of the building; and as she turns the key, Cynthia is greeted by a dark, long-disused office. A large, wooden desk sits at the center of it, sprinkled in a light coating of dust. She scans the bookshelves lining the room for a moment before she finds what she’s looking for— gathering the old, handbound tome in her arms; and as she sets On Giratina And The Distortion World down on the desk, her grey eyes are reflected back at her by an old picture of her ancestor, grinning mirthfully with his Togepi.

A/N: Whaddup, I normally don’t write anything to share but I had some Thoughts™️… and my dear @shmothman convinced me to post them here.

Speaking of! The Volo + Cynthia part of this fic takes place in the same canon as their masterpiece Judgement | Forgiveness where after battling him, Volo gets sent to eeby deeby the Distortion World and earns redemption for himself, in case anyone was confused!! If reader-insert fic is your jam I definitely recommend checking it out!!

UPDATE: Now cross-posted to AO3!

[coramatus]

A Unovan in New York City (part 2)

How exactly did Ingo’s brother wind up blasting himself all the way into a universe with no Pokémon?

Two years ago…

He finally had an answer.

After many long days and nights of extensive research, hunting down rare, antique book collections and driving librarians the world over up a wall, Emmet sat in silence in Canalave Library. His missing brother’s stupid face stared back at him from a yellowing photo taken over two-hundred years ago in a region almost halfway around the world.

He knew where Ingo went.

The questions, the guilt, the fear, all of it constantly swirling in his mind had gone quiet, stunned into silence by Emmet’s hard won discovery.

Next to Ingo’s picture in the journal of one Professor Laventon was a description of the picture. The passage was short but informative: Warden Ingo was a man of unknown origins, his past lost to him from a case of amnesia.

All it said of what became of him was that he left with the Sky Child, the main field researcher of the first Pokédex, departing through a portal of some kind.

…a portal, huh?

It was with that in mind that Emmet wound up coming up with the Actual Worst Idea of His Life:

He was going to Alola to steal a portal.

Not an actual, literal portal, of course. That would likely be physically impossible. But certainly a device capable of generating holes in space-time.

Those Aether Foundation guys had been going on about handheld machines that could punch through dimensions. Surely they knew a thing or two about that! Enough to know how to travel in time and space within the same dimension!

Right???

It made sense at the time as a viable way to launch himself into two-hundred-years-ago Sinnoh or Hisui or whatever to retrieve his brother..

But man… the brain cell must have been on Ingo when he got blasted to the past. Because the heist itself went about as poorly as he could have imagined.

Ultimately left scrambling down Aether’s sterile corridors, Emmet ran away at full tilt from the enraged shouts of security and scientists alike, a nondescript machine clutched tight to his chest. At this point, any and all preparations for a stealthy getaway were long out the window. Now he was flying by the seat of his pants, his long coatends trailing after him.

“Just give it back! We promise we won’t be mad!” someone shouted. A bit too close for comfort.

Emmet ignored this and kept going, eyes searching for his break-in point. Down the hall he spotted the door he’d marked when he began his heist and ducked inside, quickly shoving a filing cabinet and desk against the door to thwart his pursuers.

For a moment, it was quiet and he had to wonder if he’d lost them.

Then the heavy banging started. His heart dropped as he saw his blockade rattle and shift with each shove. Deciding he’d wasted enough time he checked the window he’d cut for a clear path, only to discover guards waiting for him outside. As they began to converge, Emmet shoved another filing cabinet over the window.

He was trapped.

He felt his heart pounding even harder as he tried to find a way out of this. He could use his Pokémon, but he didn’t want to hurt anyone in the process. Causing more pain just to ease his own went against everything he and Ingo believed in. But if he didn’t, then it was only a matter of time before he was caught and all this would have been for nothing.

He had nothing.

Except…

He held out the portal device and stared hard at it.

He’d intended to take it elsewhere to study it first, maybe gain a gradual understanding of it before finally committing to a portal to Hisui and Ingo.

It seemed like he wasn’t being afforded that luxury.

The door echoed with an even harder shove, the desk and filing cabinet scraping the floor with a shriek of metal. The remaining glass on the window shattered as security began to breach it.

He was out of time.

Armed with a backpack of supplies, both his and his brother’s Pokémon teams, and absolutely nothing to lose, Subway Boss Emmet activated the device. It started up with a droning whine, a holographic screen activating and flashing the logo of the Aether Foundation.

A window opened, prompting Emmet to input… temporal gravity weights? He squinted at it, bringing it up to his nose as if that would help make sense of what he was reading. Another window popped up, asking for atomic spatial fluctuations. Yet another popped up, requesting planar resonance calculations. More and more appeared, flooding him with demands for values he couldn’t possibly know.

Behind him the door shuddered with a bang. Emmet could hear more angry yelling from behind it but he paid it no mind. He was too busy trying to figure out how to operate the damn thing in his hands. He tried to exit out of the windows but they kept returning, more insistent than ever. More banging sounds filled the room as more people worked to smash the door open.

In the center of the whirling orchestra of chaos, Emmet found himself starting to panic as his senses were overloaded with noise and stress. He knew he was in over his head. He had no clue what he was doing. He was going to get himself killed at this rate.

For a single, sparkling second, Emmet’s mind was clear:

This was a terrible idea.

But if he turned back now… the consequences would be dire. The courts would not show him mercy just because he was the head of a battle facility. Not when he broke in on his own volition to steal dangerous tech. Meaning he would lose both the Battle Subway and any means to actively find Ingo.

Totally unacceptable.

In desperation, Emmet experimentally flailed his hand at the holo-screen, feeding in gibberish parameters. To his surprise, the windows began closing, seemingly satisfied at his nonsense keysmashing. When the final one closed, a simple prompt popped up:

‘Establish link to set target?’

Emmet smiled grimly. It was completely wrong but it would have to do. He needed to get out of here. To get to a siding where he could pull the brakes and think. Then he could fine-tune things.

He hit ‘Yes’ and the device began emitting a droning whine.

…was it too late to change his mind?

The doors burst open with a loud bang. Emmet had just enough time to look up and see the scientists’ faces turn from an angry red to a terrified, pale white. Before he could wonder why, everything was engulfed in a brilliant explosion of light.

For a split second, Emmet swore he saw a strange white, four-legged entity desperately trying to grab him as he flew past. But he shot away so fast that it almost instantly became nothing but a dot in the horizon. In the next second, it was gone.

[graceandtheidiotsquad]

So I've been thinking about the Immortal Volo aus going around-and I've noticed there's bits and pieces across the games that could potentially be fun additions or even bits of 'evidence' that suggest he COULD potentially be-I want to iterate again that this is speculation and just in the name of fun and sparking possible ideas! If anyone else has any ideas and/or evidence-Please, I BEG OF YOU, Let me know-I NEED more evidence and Ideas, this document as it is just-doesn't feel really 'complete' to me and I would love to see ideas that others on the site have come up with!! I've included some popular interpretations I've seen here on tumblr and theories-like Volo being the Canalave Library hiker, or being present in Heath's expedition to area zero-and some of my own findings as well as those of a friend's-!

[thelooniemoonie]

As someone who studies the occult casually as a hobby, I really like to headcanon Volo's research into Hisui legends falling under a similar experience

Volo having a large collection of history books and studies that analyze legends and mythos in depth, with some of his own annotations handwritten on the sides of the pages

Pencil and charcoal rubbings of ruin texts/murals so he has a portable copy

Collections of old and discontinued texts that no longer exist and are hard to find, so when he finds a copy he gets super excited

Finding a promising historical resource to read, only to find out down the line it's just a bunch of false info or conspiracy bullshit, as he sighs and tosses into the trash pile of other false texts

If we're going down the immortal Volo route he has probably wrote some books on his own findings/analyses and donated them to the Canalave library (without his name attached to them, of course)

[beestriker015]

Cynthia x male s/o headcanons

Cynthia met s/o at the Canalave City library where he was reading a book she was interested in.

The two hit it off immediately and quickly became friends.

Cynthia learned that s/o is an amateur archaeologist who was studying the history of Sinnoh.

The two would spend hours discussing history and old Sinnoh myths, leading to her and s/o developing feelings for one another.

After a couple months of pining for each other, Cynthia decides to take initiative and tell s/o how she feels about him.

“S/o, there’s something I need to tell you. I’ve felt a connection to you ever since I met you. We’ve been friends for a while now, but I would like us to be more than that. What I’m trying to say is that I love you s/o, but if you don’t feel the same way I understa-”

She’s cut off by s/o pulling her into a passionate kiss, making the Sinnoh champion blush deeply before sinking into the kiss.

He pulls away and gives her a warm smile.

“I feel the exact same way Cynth, I love you too.”

After that, he and Cynthia officially became a couple.

Whenever she isn’t busy with her champion duties, Cynthia joins s/o on his archeological escapades as if they were dates.

The two don’t tend to have much leisure time together due to their busy schedules sadly, but they always find a way to put a little time aside to just sit on the couch and cuddle.

Cynthia’s grandmother absolutely adores s/o, constantly teasing her about how he’s a keeper and should hold onto him as long as she can, much to Cynthia’s embarrassment.

All of Cynthia’s Pokémon really like s/o, especially Garchomp, who gets excited like a little puppy whenever she sees him, much to her trainer’s amusement.

She and s/o buy a house together in Jubilife City and spend all their time there whenever possible.

After Cynthia loses her Champion title, she has much more time to spend with her beloved s/o.

She likes going on vacation with her s/o to the Unova region to stay at her friend Caitlin’s villa.

On their 3rd anniversary as a couple, s/o takes Cynthia on a romantic dinner at her favorite restaurant and gets on one knee, causing the former champ to gasp in surprise.

S/o pulls out a beautiful engagement ring from his pocket and smiles at his beautiful girlfriend.

“Cynthia, we’ve been together for 3 years now, and I feel that now’s the time to do this. I love you with all my heart, so will you make me the happiest man in all the world and marry me?”

She tears up and nods excitedly at her boyfriend with a wide smile.

“Yes! Yes, of course I’ll marry you s/o!”

She hugs him tightly as happy tears stream down her face.

Needless to say, the future is incredibly bright for Cynthia and her s/o.