#holocaste

[rebelwithacauze]

[toiletphotoshoot]

They can finally be united at last

[insecateur]

wait wait wait I just noticed that Trevor has a holo caster, is obsessed with the Pokédex, has grey eyes like Sycamore and orange hair like Lysandre, he's their son!!!

i used to joke about pokémon fans desperately wanting to make characters who have the same hair color related but then legends arceus happened so now i'm kinda like. sure whatever you say.

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

I admittedly don’t have too much on pokemashe Kalos as I’d like but every now and then I think about Kalos’s focus on life and death and capitalism and think.

What if pkmashe Kalos was about the life and death of art and the entertainment industry under capitalism. What if.

[invictarre-archive]

“omg your phones are tracking you  :0”

of course rotom’s tracking him ????? have you met leon ??????????????????

if his contacts list aren’t being given a 24/7 GPS update on where he is and what he’s doing, he’ll wander off into the horizon and never be seen by human eyes again

[hearties-circus]

The decision of who gets a 3d battle sprites in xy is weird to me like. Some of it makes sense, your rivals, augustine, lysandre, that's fair, that checks. But then the team flare scientists? They. Didnt really do anything to deserve that, xerosic maybe but the others? Especially seeing as none of the elite four got one? You speak with diantha multiple times, even about battling eachother and as the champion, she doesnt get one for some reason?

[sensoryled]

marcellus is spending his afternoon practicing pickpocketing.

[russianreader]

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[winterbirb]

Still not over the fact that the first European region (France) had a genocidal "kill all the lesser people" villain whose group had a strong focus on fashion/designer clothes and made a comms network called. Called the holocast

The fuck was all that about

[dontfuckingbother]

I dont care how many ads will yputube push through my throat i will NEVER and i mean NEVER play genshin impact. It all began when i saw klee for the first time. Klee is here, my ass. Litlle red whining bitch. I hate her. The game was ruined the day i laid my eyes on her face. She is the reason there is a global warming, wars, famine and forest fires. Fuck Klee in the ass.

[bluk-berry-jam]

hrmmmmmmmmm temptation

(context: considering jailbreaking my Holocaster when the old Holo Network gets inevitably shut down just bc I'm a sentimental dumbass)

[rebelwithacauze]

This is brilliantly narrated.

[jadeazora]

Since the Galaxy Team/Survey Corp in Legends Arceus was later reinvisioned as Team Galactic in DP, I wonder if the same could be said of Team Flare, and they get an initial non-villainous incarnation too. (Like, maybe just a regular police force like Officer Jenny or whatever, since Team Flare has secret police traits like spying on Holocaster conversations, implied plainclothes agents, and control over the news media.)

Kinda expecting PLZA to be more of a modernization of a past version of Lumiose, akin to this:

[leggerefiore]

Imagine s/o being gone for a few days on a small staycation because they were bored at home while their dear husband is working so much and they needed to destress, but there was an error in communication and husband is convinced s/o finally had enough and left them for good. For any character as you see fit, whether they hunt them down and beg for them to come home or spiral into despair in their absence leaving quite the scene for s/o when they return... Or something else

Just packing your things, leaving a text or note before going out of the region, and being confused when your husband is spamming your phone or going wherever you are to beg for your return. The spiralling is a sad thought.

also: oops all finding s/o

cw: A little angsty, Colress is being a bit creepy but, well,

characters: Lysandre, Larry, Colress

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ He was always busy. Naturally, a man driven by his passions for many things and the owner of a company was busy. You never felt unloved, no. Not once. Lysandre would call you whenever he found the time between his endless work. It was a bit boring, though, being alone in person for such long periods of time. You felt especially bored with being in Kalos. There were only so many things you could bring yourself to do in Lumiose before you felt like you would start blurring things together.

☕️ Which is why you felt yourself looking at Paldea with deep intrigue. A mysterious giant crater with a dark history caught your imagination much more than seeing the Sundial in Anistar once again. A quick voice mail left to Lysandre's holocaster declaring your intentions of going to Paldea was left as you quickly began to make calls to airports about how much to fly into Levincia from Lumiose. A flight was booked, and you were gone from Kalos come evening and into the neighbouring region.

☕️ The issue arose when Lysandre finally found himself back at the Lumiose flat he shared with you. The lateness of the day left a certain ethereal quality as he gazed around the completely darkened room. Flipping on the light, he ran a hand through his hair. All he wanted to do was fall into bed and spend the rest of the night embracing you close to him. He crept into your shared bedroom to change out from his suit into sleepwear. The silken sheets caressed his exposed skin, and he crawled into bed. His arm spread across the expanse, searching for you.

☕️ Lysandre shot up from the bed in terror. Rushing over to the light switch, he flicked it on to reveal an empty bed. Where were you? His holocaster was brought out instantly. A voice mail from you instantly had his attention. He stared at your visage as you told him that you were leaving for Paldea. A final goodbye came as you told him you were leaving the same day it was sent. He tried to call you back, but you were out of the service range for it. He moved to your phone number, but it only rang. His eyes closed. You had left.

☕️ Had you grown tired of his lack of presence? Did you find yourself opposing his ideals? Had you been threatened? Many, many explanations crossed his mind, yet none left him satisfied. At once, he needed to confirm your safety and learn just why you had disappeared from the safety of the flat. He was making arrangements within five minutes of finding out, confirming exactly where you had gone. By the morning, he, too, would join you in Paldea.

☕️ Your trip to Paldea saw you in a lovely hotel in the energetic city. You basically passed out the instant you hit the sheets, unaware of your ringing phone and anything else that was happening. Well, until the sunlight burst through the curtains of your hotel room's window. And the unending, loud pounding of a fist on your door. You were pulled from sleep's tender embrace to go to the door. What was it? You opened it carefully. On the other side stood a familiar giant man with a concerned expression. You nearly jumped back.

☕️ “Ah, my dear,” relief swelled in his voice as he easily entered the room. The door clicked close behind him. His arms came around you tightly as he embraced you and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I was so worried… Why did you come here?” You were still in a shock about him being there. He sighed and cupped your cheek while using one arm to keep you close to him.

☕️ “… I wanted a vacation...” you managed to finally get out. Lysandre closed his eyes and hummed. Then, you were lifted up and brought back to your bed. Your body was pressed tightly against his own as he rested his rest over yours. His heartbeat danced across your ears as you laid near his nape.

☕️ “Please include that in your message next time,” he sighed, finally at ease with you right next to him. How many thoughts of you held hostage by people who would want to hurt him? Another kiss was pressed to the top of your head. “… Though, I would rather you not go alone,” Lysandre's tone was gentle, “For now, let us sleep a bit more…” You let out a yawn and nodded.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 The exceptional everyman, Larry; your husband, wad busy. All the time. It was not really his fault, though. Being a triple office worker- Gym Leader- Elite Four member was a consuming job. And Geeta happened to be a fan of dumping work on him whenever she could. There were times you felt a bit ignored, certainly. Maybe even most of the time, arguably, but it was obvious how much he loved you. Larry would enjoy your presence at the Treasure Eatery on his lunch breaks, or come home as early as he possibly could to just unwind quietly with you. The issue arose in the in-between time. You were bored. Really bored. Medali was not exactly an exciting place in Paldea.

🍙 You soon found yourself looking at trips to a hot spring getaway in Hoenn. The season was seemingly relatively cheap, so you found yourself quickly making arrangements and able to depart that very same evening with lodgings already booked and ready. It was all quite fortunate. You wrote a quick letter telling him you were off to Hoenn and he would not be able to reach you. A sign off a goodbye with a heart saw you out the door in a rush to make it to Levincia to make your flight on time.

🍙 Larry stumbled in quite later than usual, exhausted from everything, as he always was. The door opened to a dark apartment as he sighed. You bad already gone to bed. He manoeuvred around the darkened home with ease and found himself changing out of his suit in the bathroom. There was an odd feeling that lingered as he got into bed. He rolled over toward your side and fell into where you usually slept. Getting up, he flicked on the light and gasped. Empty.

🍙 Panic surged through his veins as he rushed into the living room. Maybe you had passed out on the couch. He turned on the light, I'm there to reveal no trace of you. The closet door was open in the bedroom, and gone was your luggage. Your wallet and bag were missing as well. Larry sat down on the couch as he stared blankly at the coffee table. Had… Had you left him? He was aware that he was quite absent. He did not blame you if you had. His hands buried themselves in his hair. A sharp breath left him.

🍙 Tears burned his eyes as he headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water when a piece of paper caught his attention. It was taped to the refrigerator. Picking it up, he read it closely. His shoulders slumped as the note informed him of your intentions. A vacation. He felt envious, but that was beat out by the relief that swelled in his chest. The paper was placed down as he pondered possibilities. A vacation request would almost certainly be turned down.

🍙 Geeta, amazingly, actually approved it. Curious as to why he would suddenly want off, he lied and spoke about wishing to experience the different battling styles offered in Hoenn. It was that same day he set off to the first off region to try to find you there. It felt strange being in the tropical place as he headed to the inn you had booked to stay at. He found himself in amazement at the nearby volcano was he entered the small village.

🍙 You, randomly leaving a shop, stood stunned when you spotted your husband just doing his usual standing and staring in contemplation at a cliff face. For a moment, you pondered if it was some other middle-aged businessman, but a loud caw of a certain bird alerted you to it being him. Staraptor landed on your shoulder and brought Larry's attention to you. He rushed over and gazed at you in mild amazement. “Dear…” He mumbled out.

🍙 “H-how are you here?” You questioned, completely stunned by how he had even ended up here. A quick explanation of him seeing your letter and deciding to take time off to come join you. You smiled brightly at hearing that and dragged him off to the inn you were staying at, so he could drop off his bags. In the privacy of your room, his arms came around you from behind as he buried his face into your nape.

🍙 “You're so cute,” he grumbled out as his embrace tightened around your waist, “You're always so cute…” You felt the air nearly knocked out of you by his sudden affectionate nature. Turning around to face him, you saw his tired eyes looking at you with a tender expression. You nearly wanted to scream. “Let's enjoy this holiday,” he nuzzled his face back into your nape again. You nodded and brought your arms around him. It seemed your personal vacation had become a romantic one.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 Having a wandering scientist as a boyfriend could get a bit lonely. Was he busy? Well, technically, yes. He usually was not bound by any employment (and when he was you usually had to question the ethics and morals of said company), but he absolutely threw himself entirely into his research. Whenever you decided to join him, it could be exciting travelling to far off lands and seeing previously unknown to you pokemon. When you did not, however, it was boring. And lonely. Colress did make contact relatively often, checking in on you and just updating you on whatever was going on where he was, but there was only so much one could do in Unova before they needed to get away from it all.

🧪 Your attention drifted to the historical intrigue of Galar. The phenomena of Dynamax sounded exciting, and the general culture of the island fascinating enough to draw you over to it. You soon found yourself researching into restrictions and flights as you sent out a message to Colress telling him you were leaving for Galar soon. The next morning saw you off from Unova and gone to a new land for exploration.

🧪 It should have been fine, except for your message not sending due to Colress's signal being bad in the rural area of Alola he had been in. He had come back to Unova the very same day you left, in order to surprise you with a visit and get back to his main lab for a while. He entered your tucked away abode to complete and utter surprise. You were not there. He shrugged it off at first, assuming you likely had gone out for the day or something similar, and headed into his lab to upload his collected data to his backup system.

🧪 By the time the evening had come, he grew a bit concerned. Team Plasma was still an issue, even with the fact he, himself, had mostly dismantled the team. He checked his texts and emails for anything from you but saw nothing. His breath hitched in his throat. He headed to the bedroom to see your stuff in a mess and a missing suitcase from the closet. His eyes went wide. Immediately, thoughts of someone taking you entered his mind. Colress did have a few enemies that would wish him harm.

🧪 He brought out his tablet and quickly clicked through a few screens and logins before seeing a dot representing your location on his screen. Yes, the scientist had stuck a tracking device to you. He simply liked having the information for a variety of reasons. Colress was confused by one, large, glaring thing. Why were you in Galar? Wyndon, specifically, it seemed. He pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes. Many scenarios ranging from a simple getaway to you being taken there against your will somehow raced through his head. He opted against contacting you, afraid it would put you in danger should the situation be bad.

🧪 He quickly gathered his travelling bags again as he prepared to head to the distant region. It seemed his hope for a moment of peace at home with you would have to be delayed until he confirmed your safety. Plus, he supposed Galar was another place he planned to visit for his research. Might as well see what data he could pick up there, too. He kept a close eye on your location on his tablet as he headed towards you once he landed in the region.

🧪 You did not expect to turn a corner in the large city and see Colress standing there. He walked over to you casually, as if it was perfectly normal. His smile was polite as his gloves hand came to rest on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You leaned into the hug. “Hello, darling,” his voice was quiet as he whispered the second part of his greeting, “Are you here of your own volition?” You burst out laughing.

🧪 It startled Colress as you moved to look at him with a big grin. “Did you not get my message?” you asked him, and he shook his head, “Really? How did you find me then?” His eyes went even wider. Should he tell you that? He opted against that for now. It was for your safety, after all. You both headed to where you were staying after that, tired of having an awkward reunion in the middle of the city's busy streets.

🧪 Inside, Colress shed his lab coat and sat down on the room's coat, deftly typing in something on his tablet. He closed it soon after and turned his attention to you. “So you came here to see the Dynamax phenomenon, you said?” he inquired, and you nodded. His smile grew brighter as he pulled you down into his lap. “Perfect. That's exactly why I planned to come here, too. Let's enjoy this fascinating region together.” You sighed as he buried his face into your nape from behind. Would be more of a research trip or a romantic getaway? Soon you would find out.

[lesbian-shiny-eevee]

Hi grunt 2 here to advertise capitalism to you...

...you're an eevee, do you even have money???

-Grunt 2

( @team-capitalism )

well, I Do have a holocaster, soooo.....

use that brain that I'm pretty sure you have, human.

[mamasplat]

Love your Serena/Calem reads and HCs. Its awesome to see this ship still kicking. Got me wondering though - how do you picture these dorks confessing their feelings to each other for the first time?

Do forgive my delay, I had to hastily write this out while helping my sister with her wedding preparations.

It would be post-postgame. Calem taking on the looker storyline as Serena takes her title of champion. They’d start sleeping in call together to remedy the teenage ptsd of team flare.

It wouldn’t be anything big, a slowburn of self doubt regarding if she even meant what she said.

Slowly but surely they’d become a hidden item.

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Feelings brew, spite, pity, resentment…

All par the course in rivalry.

Malva planted the first prominent seed, going on about Hotel Richissime and its reputation, raising affections. Seated on the loveseat of her own suite after a demanding battle.

Serena hardly even questioned why that woman called her there, let alone Calem’s presence beyond momentary surprise.

She hadn’t seen him in weeks…

Being champion made it hard, busy busy and more busy.

The last time she had seen him…Kiloude City wasn’t it?

Fainted, fallen, tried so hard to keep on his feet. He removed the small marble like stone and recalled his absol. Such a brave face he put up. Tightening his jaw, choking back a long sigh at another loss. He almost had it….

Almost.

She recalled in tandem, smiling as adrenaline left her practically buzzing. Steps taken, distance fading, he extended his hand. Rolling the stone into her own.

A single Absolite, his only keystone to match the mega stone he struggled to obtain. She rolls it back into his. Closing her hands around his to ensure it stayed.

His brows knit as he tries in vain to protest “I lost.” He wagered it. Some…final hurrah. Failed…horribly-

“And I never accepted your wager.”

Maybe that’s why she was so comfortable to call him when the damage haunted her restless nights. Letting the dial tone play…expecting no reply. Forgetting the insomniac he was.

He answered, a fuzzy hologram booting to life; his form hard to register with the pillow that covered half the holocasters censer. Just eye bags and ruffled hair.

“Oh you’re awake-”

“Yeah, you called. Why are you?”

His blunt affliction always seemed to carry an unintentional bite, she was more than used to it.

Her end of the call rang with an awkward “ummm” for far too long, bundled and rolled into blankets like a newly formed Swadloon.

He came more into focus as he sat up, clicking on his lamp.

“Nevermind, I don't need the details.” an act of mercy. “I wasn’t going to bed anytime soon.”

And then it became a habit.

Day by day.

Week by week.

She started only when she needed a distraction, horrible memories ringing like church bells; loud and larger than life.

Then she’d call out of habit, he was glad to see her happier.

Then it would be premature, something she looked forward to, calling him as she brushed her teeth before she crashed into her mattress. Telling him all the things that kept them from speaking face to face.

Interviews, challengers, photos, media, being mentored by Diantha- it’s all surreal.

“I could never handle all that…”

An earnest admission.

“What? Not gonna come for my title next season?”

The Kalos region did gym challenges all year round, but the championship title was something much more sacred. After all it’s a full time job, you can’t take back to back challengers all the time- you’ll burn out.

“Don’t put words in my mouth.” He snapped back like a rubber band. She can’t help but laugh.

“There you are! Don’t get all sappy on me like that.” Something he had started to do far too often since she took her title.

They’d talk till her voice slurred into silence, he’d stay till she woke if he wasn’t asleep himself.

Sometimes she’d wake up in the middle of the night.

Shifting sheet’s breaking silence.

He’d turn his attention off of an unorganized TM case, turning to see her toss and turn.

Sitting up groggy.

Blinking, once, twice.

Scrunching up, confused.

Then recognizing the holocaster as just that, a hologram.

“You’re still awake?”

“Yeah..?”

“It’s….” She checked the clock “…2:25 AM..??”

“Which is why you should go back to bed.”

“Hey hey, you can’t send me back to bed just because you’re up past your bedtime and got caught-”

Her tone made it clear she was in no position to truly argue, but she’d still chastise him like he was a child- he scoffs.

“I don’t have a bedtime, but you have an early morning tomorrow.”

She always did.

“Meh.” She spat, making a limp motion with her hand to wave him off. “I’m going to use the bathroom, stay put.”

“…”

“…”

“Serena I can’t move-”

And she’s up, leaving.

He shakes his head, going back to his mindless self assigned task.

Water, fire, grass…..

Pile the disks, slip them into the plastic, repeat. Type by type. One by one.

It made more sense than to organize them by number, he searched for moves via type and effects- place a few color coded sticky notes and he could do both.

He hadn’t even noticed her return till her bed creaked on the other end.

“Is this all you do at night?” She spoke, hardly holding onto consciousness.

“Hm..?”

“Watch me sleep and play with TM disks?”

“I don’t watch you sleep-” He tries to correct.

“That’s kinda boring isn’t it?” She doesn’t pay his defense any mind.

He sighs, looking to his sleep deprived neighbor.

“It’s productive, i hardly have time to clean now that I’m working with Emma and training.”

“Right, detective thing…” her words trail into a mumble, “so is she…she uh…how is…”

“Goodnight Serena.”

“Goodnight,” relieved to be released from the confines of sleepy small talk “love you…”

He paused-

Perhaps it's muttered by habit, something she’s simply used to saying. Even if she’s never said it to him specifically. He doesn’t know why he soaked it in as much as he did, letting it ding around his head.

“Love you too.”

It would be rude to leave her hanging.

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