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[oceandiagonale]

welcome home! congratulations!

[anonprotagging]

can't stop thinking about memes

[wyvernity]

been thinking about the sinnohtrio lately......plus misc other stuff

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[grismavessel]

Volo has officially reached boomer status

[hannahvardit]

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[godbirdart]

AND the shipping doesn't cost the price of the item or more???? THANK YOU I'LL TAKE YOUR WHOLE STOCK

[dreamlandiasims]

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Cahill: Now, what’s this all about?

Erwin: Well, where do we start? This—

Frankie: Roswell has my mom. In the lab.

Cahill: I see.

Erwin: Frankie convinced me to try and sneak in, and we found Jill inside—

Cahill: Jill?

Frankie: Ah, Jill is… where’s Jill?

Erwin: Hey, it’s okay… come on in.

Frankie: This is Jill.

Erwin: She came from the lab—we, uh, don’t know much more than that.

Cahill: Well, I’m sorry, kids, but I don’t know what you’re expecting of me.

Frankie: Oh, come on, maybe tell us more about the lab? Help us get inside?

Cahill: Those are tall orders, young lady.

Frankie: That’s not a no.

Cahill: Look, whatever trouble you’ve gotten yourself into, it’s not my problem. Besides. We have something more pressing to deal with.

Cahill: Hmph. I knew it.

[icys-junkyard]

very simple comic bc im sick rn 😔

First time taking this quiz I was confused for a hot minute because I assumed it wanted math but it didn't like my answer and I thought I somehow became too dumb for basic addition.

I stole Uxie's bodyguard too because it has more type immunities than Dusknoir. Sorry bud, but this playthrough is for being beefy, not for getting attached to the team.

I proceeded to feed Zoroark a very nutritious diet of too much candy and several sacks full of rocks. Now it's lvl 100 and 10 in every stat like the rest of the team <3

[waywardstation]

A long, long time ago I got asked about Akari’s pokemon team. I had answered it, but since then I’ve changed a lot of the Pokémon on her team, and wanted to make a proper post for it ^^

@tjs-stuffs has put in lots of thought and meaning into their own pokemon teams for their AUs, as well as analyze NPCs’ pokemon teams to see what it says about their trainers, and I thought that was really cool so I wanted to try that too when reconstructing Akari’s team!

long analyzation about each member below!

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EMBER ♀ | LVL 48 QUILAVA

HARDY NATURE

Akari’s starter Pokémon. I thought a fire-type would work well with an outgoing personality, and it would be a useful starter to have in the wild — makes camping easier with usefulness in cooking and staying warm.

And with Hisuian Typhlosion’s entries saying it’s speculated to guide lost souls, I believe it’s especially fitting for Akari since she was put there to really help out a very lost Jubilife Village and show them Pokémon aren’t creatures to be afraid of. And in my stories especially, I frequently stress that Akari is “guiding” Ingo out of this lost, empty state and will eventually be the reason why he gets back home.

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KITE ♂ | LVL 36 DRIFLOON

IMPISH NATURE

Akari caught this Pokémon out in the fieldlands while doing her initial trial for Cyllene.

Lots of drifloon and drifblim’s entries talk about the Pokémon’s relation to lost people, more frequently children. And how with those who go missing, no one knows where they went. Sometimes also relates to lost souls. Akari is certainly a “lost soul” who was plucked suddenly from her time, and no one knows what happened to her or where she went.

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JELLY ♀ | LVL 41 MANTYKE

JOLLY NATURE

Akari caught this Pokémon in the coastlands when she saw she couldn’t avoid swimming anymore, and needed help as someone who couldn’t swim.

Mantyke is one of the very few pokemon (if not the only one, IIRC) who evolves through a symbiotic relationship with another Pokémon, remoraid. I thought it would attribute well to Akari, since so much of what she’s doing in Hisui is based on symbiotic relationships.

She is doing what Arceus asked of her, and in return Arceus assists her where it can. She stays in Jubilife Village, but only if she does hard work and is helpful to Kamado and the Galaxy Team in return.

And in my fics especially, her and Ingo have a symbiotic relationship, both helping the other out in many ways (that are emotionally healthier and less forced than what she’s got with Arceus and the Galaxy Team).

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TRINKET ♀ | LVL 39 CHINGLING

CAREFUL NATURE

Akari caught this Pokémon in the highlands when she spotted its unusual and pretty colors.

Chingling are said to be based off Suzu bells, which can be used for Shinto Shrines — worshipping places for various deities, and were around in Japan during the Meiji Era.

As someone doing what was asked of them by Arceus, a diety that is greatly respected and revered in the region (although they’re largely unknown to be what everyone calls Almighty Sinnoh until the end of the story), I thought it would be a good fit for Akari.

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FREIGHT ♂ | LVL 40 SHIELDON

BRAVE NATURE

Akari caught this Pokémon within a space-time distortion in the highlands. She asked Ingo to help her name this one.

Shieldon and Bastiodon are described to be very strong Pókemon, yet they prefer avoiding conflict — they’re also impenetrable with their hard heads, but are weak to attacks from behind. And as ancient Pokémon from the past, the ones that show up in Hisui are obviously displaced.

I think a lot of these fit Akari well. She’s also very formidable in battle but isn’t really someone who often goes looking for fights (in the aggressive sense, at least). The sturdy face but weaker backside also seems to fit how I write Akari; she puts on a tough “I’m fine” front a lot, even if she’s not, and is sometimes reluctant to share her struggles. And finally, the most obvious — she’s just as displaced as these fossil Pokémon.

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POM-POM ♂ | LVL 45 RUFFLET

LONELY NATURE

Akari caught this Pokémon in the icelands (specifically during the events of HFBE, she finds it without its parents).

Many of Rufflet’s dex entries describe it as Pokémon that will fight stronger opponents more out of recklessness than bravery, and Braviary’s dex entries describe it as a Pokémon that will bravely fight for its friends to protect them, even if they themselves are hurt.

I felt like this fit how I write Akari pretty well. Sometimes she’s reckless, yes, but she will take on whatever comes after herself or her friends, and will keep pushing. (Such as frequently claiming to fight Arceus to get Ingo home with her if she has to — she will follow through with this if she must!!)

[egginfroggin]

Zisu: My love language is touch

Akari: Your love language is throwing your boyfriend halfway across the dojo because he wasn't fast enough to block your grab

Ingo, sprawled out ragdoll-style on the ground and utterly dazed: I'm fine

[oceandiagonale]

home.

[anonprotagging]

I keep having panels that are serious but I keep just thinking about memes when I see them KJFHSDKFH

[spotted-owl-sketches]

Volotober days 20-22! Jojos Bizarre Adventure yeah okay i don't go here. Jojos like, buff half naked men right? In fun poses. Does this count? No? Whatever just enjoy it =w=b

This piece actually happened bc my friend remembered I'd draw Volo based off famous satan artwork and sent me more inspiration. The ref for here is the statue "Le génie du mal" or "The Lucifer of Liège" as its known in English. You may have seen the tumblr post going around talking about the hot satan statue getting replaced by an even hotter one lol thats how we learned about it anyways

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

[torchstelechos]

You know those "do not separate"/"often bought together" memes that people did for the Submas plushies? I like to think Immortal Volo found out that Ingo had a twin fully because he saw one of these memes and went, Ah fuck I separated them :(

[ghostypetrainer]

remember months ago, when I made this post about a concept where Ingo just sort of regularly blips through time and space due to having n unstable presence in his time due to his eventual fate of falling into Hisui? And how I ended it on a somber note with the implication that Ingo was going to remain forever in Hisui?

Anyways. What if I took that core concept and made it funny. Ingo blips through space and time regularly, but he doesn't get stuck in Hisui forever. He doesn't even get amnesia! It's just another stop for him. He always blips back to his present time eventually.

That's how you get the Paradox AU.

Some fun facts about this AU:

Everyone around Ingo is just. so used to this at this point. Ingo disappears? Sigh. Wonder where he ended up THIS time. I'm sure he definitely won't come back with a Pokemon that they've never seen before.

(He will. Ingo might have a small problem with collecting Pokemon during his travels.)

(And by small, I mean he has 23 extra Pokemon other than his Unova and Hisui teams. This man has so many Pokemon.)

He doesn't age when he's blipped through time, only space. This means he and Emmet don't quite match, and pretty much no one believes Ingo is not only Emmet's twin, but Emmet's older twin.

Yes, Emmet does tease him about this.

Has a scar on the bridge of his nose. Changes the story about how he got it every time. Most assume it's from one of his more dangerous blips through space-time. It's actually from falling down the stairs.

Had a lovely summer romance as a young adult during one of his blips to the Sinnoh region. Years later in Hisui, he meets a girl with white hair named Akari and grows close to her. One day she's regaling him with the tale of how her parents met and suddenly. He realizes.

Oops. You're a (deadbeat) dad now, Ingo.

Historians hate him! Physicists can't get enough of him.