#pkmnsdarkqueen

[badmusejail]

@pkmnsdarkqueen continued from the drabble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[silverdeer]

Sylvia's Relationships with other legendaries:

Key:

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

Arceus:

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

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

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

Yveltal:

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

Xerneas:

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

Raikou:

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

Cobalion:

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

Victini:

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

Ho-oh:

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

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

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

[iruludavare]

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

Honest hour || Not accepting @pkmnsdarkqueen

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

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

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

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

    Just like now.

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

         ‘Not well,’

[vivalavillain]

Notably Absent

{A closed starter for @pkmnsdarkqueen.}

It wasn’t often Archer noticed when someone was gone. In his line of work, people disappeared all the time, particularly around him. So, when the first month came and went and he hadn’t heard from Karen, he thought nothing of it. She often took sabbatical from the League when she could, especially when it came to helping the children she looked after or visiting her father in Unova. The fact that she wasn’t answering her phone made it all the more likely that she was out of the country and, therefore, made it easier to forget to look for her further.

By the end of the third month that she’d been missing, however, when he started hearing rumors at the bar she ran that there was real trouble, his ears pricked up and he started paying closer attention. He grilled any regular at the bar he thought he could reliably lean on to have the right information. He tasked one of his team with searching through any relevant news articles and reports, had security looking for her phone. The burner phone he used exclusively for contact with her still had three old messages on it with her number attached to them. He’d chalked her requests for help up to little more than exaggeration at the time, especially when nothing of import came about immediately afterwards, and now he was kicking himself for having ignored her.

It took months to find anything worth acting on. The medical facility she was investigating had connections Archer couldn’t move against publicly and he lacked the men and the resources to act against them in secret. All signs pointed to her being held somewhere in the belly of the facility, locked under heavy guard and tied to a man Archer had no vested interest in crossing. The only chance they had was to hope they’d move her from the facility eventually and move then.

It came late one night nearly a year after he’d first noticed her absence. One of the men he had working on the inside came to him with a report: a high-value asset was being moved off-shore later the following week. It was the last chance they’d have to rescue the League official before she was out of their reach for good. They saddled up, gathered the best of their organization, and launched an assault on the caravan between the facility and the port. The sounds of gunfire and the rumble of Pokemon fights shook the quiet city from slumber, where citizens spilled onto the streets to see darkly-clad men and women clashing with red-uniformed guards and mercenaries. It was violent, it was bloody, but by the end, Archer found himself standing behind the two men burning through the lock on the back of the van where the asset was being held.

It took too long for Archer’s liking, but eventually the acid melted through the locks and the back doors popped open. The men guarding the asset-- a tall metal crate sealed electronically in the far end of the cargo van-- went on the offensive immediately, but between the Executive and his men, they managed to overtake the vehicle and put them down. A security officer joined him and began hacking the electronic lock until, as the sounds of gunfire began to die down, the whirring sound of the locks disengaging could be heard. A hiss emanated from the door as it slowly opened and Archer pulled it back eagerly, desperate to see what was inside.

“Karen? Karen, is it you? Are you there?”

[picavecalyx]

Ask Any Question! ( accepting ! )

@pkmnsdarkqueen​​ asked:

🍁 as Silvia got older would she start to be more suspicious of flare?

  Honestly if the accident never happened, she wouldn’t have suspected anything. Looking back at it now, she is slowly starting to realize how odd everything was, how all that happened--especially in the lab--was not normal. Up until then though? She had no suspicions at all. She was eating all the things she was being told, doing what she was supposed to with the exception of when she was just being stubborn. Never was it anything big though. Silva just believed every word Lysandre said. Maybe it’s because she was still sort of learning about what was even normal.       Like put yourself into her perspective here. You are a child who’s only contact with humanity is brief glimpses or sometimes running into the nearest town--Snowbelle--with no real intention of staying. Sure she had a few people before Lysandre that she’d consider herself to know or be friends with...But she didn’t understand humanity, she only knew what was normal for Pokemon. What was normal for a situation where you had to rely on yourself to get meals, to survive. So being taken in by the richest man in Kalos? She immediately got attached. It’s probably why she didn’t really fight back at all, she immediately accepted him as her father. There were other aspects that she did have to adapt to, from where she was living to the meals she ate, but ultimately she was able to make the adjustment a lot easier because she was so willing to accept that she had been adopted. Not to mention the constant mention of having a purpose, of being someone that will help. She’d never had that sort of feeling before, it make her feel SO good! Silva didn’t think that going to the lab was odd, she didn’t know that the members of Flare were radical in some way. She just didn’t know what was normal. If anything, in her mind that was what was normal.

  Honestly it’s probably more probable she got more content as she grew older. She had been with Lysandre since she was around 7. By the accident had happened, she was 12, she had been doing this for five years. Why would she have any reason to be suspicious of them? Sure there would occasionally be something off, like a trapped pokemon or person, but she was never given enough time to really retain or understand what had happened with them. Sheltered and away from that so she didn’t start thinking anything but what Lysandre was doing was good. She was comfortable with what was happening. Sure she had nightmares, night terrors, but it was nothing too abnormal, she got tired more and more but that was probably only temporary. Silva had her père! And anything that happened was probably just temporary. It was always going to get better, because she was going to help!        It was only after the accident that Silva started to really notice anything off. And that was in part because she was simply very alert about everything. She’d just lost a part of her that she had always had. In a way losing her eye works rather symbolically in the fact that yes she’s now half blind...but she started to actually see what was wrong. In a way, though, she saw too much. It was overwhelming. Though really there likely would have been no other way of getting her to see. Silva was so set into the situation she was in, so comfortable; any way of getting her to actually see that the situation she was in was just wrong will break her in some way. It’s also why she was swayed so easily by her pokemon--with the exception of Keyley--to run away. Only assisted by later getting help from Alex to actually commit to escaping. It’s somewhat ironic to think about--if Keyley could have been able to talk, if they weren’t mute, they would have been able to convince Silva to stay. It would have only taken one of her pokemon to say stay, you’re making a drastic decision here. Keyley was the only one that would have done such a thing though. They believe it is the best place for Silva to be. The rest of her pokemon do NOT. At the time the only ones she had were Keyley and Boreas--Archel would also come with her when she escaped--but when you’re being told by the pokemon who you’re closest friends with...then by someone like Alex who seemed to be the only one that didn’t feel scary. Well what else were you going to do?

  So jioajoisff to make a long story short. No, if anything she got more comfortable with what was happening.

[acalculatedfuture]

What about a Aron for Aaron?

"The pun's nice, but do I just put on an Aron mask or something?"

[gnzma]

@pkmnsdarkqueen​:

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

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

[psychic-master-will-archive]

@pkmnsdarkqueen (cont from HERE and HERE.)

Once he finally got comfortable, all the thoughts he had held at bay tumbled from his lips. It had started with them talking about how healing was no easy feat, which then switched to how they were safe, which in turn led to Will voicing each and every one of his thoughts on the subject.

Eventually he fell silent, pressing closer to Karen as he waited to hear what she had to say about it.

[fleurladari]

@pkmnsdarkqueen​ // sc

      “ Yes, you would be correct. I am the owner of this Café...Mind if I sit? I enjoy a conversation with visitors. ”

[shiirakeru]

Recovering from Trauma with @pkmnsdarkqueen​ || cont.

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

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

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

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

[irxnmaiden]

♕:why you chose the muse you did

munday questions ♡ [ ask ]

♕:why you chose the muse you did

It’s difficult to pinpoint an exact reason, considering how unlike Jasmine I am. She’s just always been one of my favorite characters, and for so long (I can remember stumbling upon her in Gold and being positively floored by Steelix lmao, a moment I remember fondly)! I find it enjoyable to explore her complexities between being ~soft while also being an unwavering force. Her muse also doesn’t seem to take me a lot to tap into: I can put on some 70s Japanese funk or literally look out at nature, and before I know it she’s writing herself. Definitely a comfort character of mine, for sure!

[badmusejail]

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

RP starters: Flirting ( + responses to it. )

"I'm not much of a dancer."

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

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

[d4rksymphony]

@pkmnsdarkqueen​

Excitement filled his veins as he approached the stage. All lights and eyes focused on him as he pulled his mic off the stand and greeted the crowd.

“Evenin’ Spikemuth!” 

This was followed by a small chortle as his fans returned the greeting. A few others professing their admiration for him by holding carboard signs saying how much they loved him. He smirked, winking as he blew a kiss to the crowd. A few girls screeched while some folks gave them annoyed looks. Piers just chuckled, choosing to lean over his mic stand then as he purred deeply, “Are you ready?”

He held his mic out to the crowd as a few yelled ‘yes’. His face grew a little disappointed before he returned the mic to himself and said, “Did y’ not hear me? I said, ARE YOU READY TO FUCKIN’ ROCK!”

This got the crowd roaring, and Piers laughed, snarling delightfully soon after, “Now that’s more fuckin’ like it!”

Smoke began to rise on the stage, swirling around him as a guttural growl of his own ripped through the stage, followed by a familiar rift that was played by the two toxtricities that approached from the mist. Then, Piers began his song, an energetic hit that was fueled with a lot of emotion. His singing influenced the crowd, as they stomped their feet and banged their head to the rhythm. Nothing could compete with the rush he got when singing on stage with a crowd just as into the music as he was. It was like a high, and the few times he and the people were on the same level; becoming one with him in a sense. It was almost intoxicating for him as he was lost in the music. Singing his heart out enough that he barely noticed a few newcomers coming in to see what all the ruckus was about.

[vivalavillain]

♔:favorite disney princess

Munday Symbols Meme || Accepting

♔: Favorite disney princess

Since Disney now owns Fox, Dr. Frank'n'Furter.

{In all seriousness, I think Belle is probably my actual favorite Disney princess. I'm not and was never much into the Disney princesses, but the wife is a big fan of Beauty and the Beast and it's rubbed off on me. I vastly prefer it and her over my daughter's favorite (which is, of course, Frozen and Anna).}

[picavecalyx]

@pkmnsdarkqueen​ // little silva sc

      “ yu’re really bad at the game yu’re playing huh...yu’re still in the cage!! ”

[acalculatedfuture]

⚠️ Aaron's tall hair at the front can snap off like a twig. *she's grinning proudly.*

Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse.

"I can use it as a shank if needed."

"I've been learning from you about how to conceal weapons!"