Fathom, Giratina

Private and selective RP blog, taking heavy inspiration from Pokémon lore, as written by Sparrow. Established April 2025

[distortiondenizen]

Giratina: the ancient Eldritch ruler of a mirror world. A creature of legend, once banished and now trapped in human form.

Private and selective RP blog, taking heavy inspiration from Pokémon lore, as written by Sparrow (she/they, 25+)

Established April 12th 2025

See here for guidelines, muse info and content warnings

RP memes tag - meta & headcanons - Promo

Current main verse (Carrd update pending) - Professor verse

Verses currently available:

Still banished verse

Legends Arceus verse

Modern Pokémon verse

Pokémon Professor verse

[soulgathered]

"wait... is there a certain amount of questions I can ask? wait ! no... no that's another question..." was there some sort of countdown? that suddenly made her nervous, they thought they had unlimited questions as long as they weren't stupid.

though panic quickly gave way to amusement as niamh chuckled "fork found in kitchen and electricity found in pikachu. of course you are older than me, never doubted that one."

they assumed that he must at least been a few hundreds year old just by the way he was talking. "with that out of the way, I think we ought to decide where to go next. I haven't been hired by a region yet so is there somewhere specific you want to go?"

[distortiondenizen]

"That is another question." He said, and while there was something that was very much playful, and very much joking, in his answer, he did not let a certain gleam of mystery disappear fully. Yes, he did enjoy, on occasion, some light banter. Some mild discomfitting of others.

He did not mean to put a limit on questions, and he knew that Niamh would ask the interesting ones, at some point. But he did not need tell them yet.

Instead, he considered their question, and their future, and while there was so much he hadn't seen just yet...

"I admit many regions do hold my curiosity." He told Niamh. "But among those... how do you feel about Sinnoh? I have not been there in a long time." He offered.

[daiikaijuss]

@distortiondenizen

he is not as powerful as the god of the void, as infuriating as that is. but he can pride himself on the fact that he is a powerful being, godly in his own right. for the will of the cosmic space the birthed him bends to his will when he so desires.

and of course if he has had enough energy to feast on.

so when the king banishes him once again, the original making a fool of the mockery he is supposed to be, he searches for new, fertile lands to conquer. he is a king too, and deserves an empire of his own.

but once he tears a veil between the old world and the new, he is quick to learn he isn't alone. something ancient lies here in the world between worlds. his crimson eyes flare.

"ARE YOU HERE TO CHALLENGE ME?"

[distortiondenizen]

The land where Giratina dwells, the land they are warden of and prisoner both, is a place beyond time, and beyond space. Is a land made before the many other lands where the living dwell, and the domain of a watcher who does not have the means to be bored, and yet yearns for something else.

They are, nevertheless, still a protector, and very few times does anything, or anyone, approach their domains. Much less enter them.

Much less speak so daringly, as the serpentine form of the Eldest Child shows themself and regards this creature that dares speak of challenge.

"You are in my domain." Giratina speaks. "That is a question I should be asking you."

And depending on the given answer, so will their reaction be.

[creationborn-deactivated2026041]

the life deity sighs, a plume of steam expelling from their nostrils. the sound is like the breeze through a grove of weeping willows; a tragic thing, almost. which perhaps makes the situation all the more bizarre.

xerneas closes their eyes, summons their power. their horns pulse with a multi-colored light, summoning what they have been hiding since its accidental creation a mere few days prior.

an egg.

an egg with a cream colored shell, dappled in bright blue spots.

"there was a surge of power within me four moons ago. this is the first time i have properly /created/ life instead of given it. i do not know what lies inside, but i know it is powerful."

their eyes gaze from the egg to fathom, pleading.

"i do not want it to end up in the wrong hands. please, protect this being i have made."

[distortiondenizen]

Fathom has always been the eldest sibling. Or, perhaps, he has almost always been so: he can remember being an only child, but it did not last long, and soon after there was Time and Space, and then thousands upon thousands of other beings.

And while he has never either sired or laid an egg, his surprise is a brief affair and a matter of pragmatism: he did not expect this to be what needed protection, not by far, but it does make some amount of sense.

Of course he would help, he had said, and now he stands by it even more so.

In another form, he would have curled around the egg, briefly, and let the creature inside feel his power: an assurance that they would be safe, that all his might was now at their disposal: the little one would be capable once they hatched, but until then, and until they could handle themselves, Fathom would be there to teach.

Even if he might become something of a guardian, instead of a sibling, now.

"There is much power in the little one." He hums, and confirms to himself, approaching carefully, a hand hovering over the shell, as he crouches and observes the egg. "Very well." He confirms. "I will guard this little one you have created." He assures.

And then, after a moment, "It is a time of change, Xerneas. This only confirms it further."

What was their Parent playing at, he could only wonder. But that was a matter for another time.

"How involved do you desire to be, until the little one is born?" He asks, nevertheless.

He is a being older than time, he can certainly spare the time needed, however much it is, to ensure this new creature is safe.

[soulgathered]

they grin and hold out their hand for fathom to shake "that's a deal then. I'll be your human teacher!" and even if she struggled with it herself at times, they were both surrounded by books.

...those probably had the answers to whatever they could not answer.

"absolutely not. that was not a question but an observance." so he had been protecting something or someone! they'd have to brainstorm some questions later and write them down. if she could get a hint as to what that had been she'd be closer to the truth.

"and clearly you are also old. you talk like an old person"

[distortiondenizen]

It doesn't take him more than a heartbeat to reach out, to shake their hand: he is not human, and he's old, but he's been among them for long enough to know that, at the very least.

And while it's one of those gestures he doesn't entirely understand the reason for, he does shake their hand, then leans back.

"Very well." He acquiesces, with playful, regal magnanimity. "We shall not consider that a question." He decides, before his amusement betrayed him a shade further, in something that was very much a smile.

He didn't think he could explain his age in a way they could comprehend, all in all, but he could offer some more information.

"And I am certainly older than you."

Older than the very earth underneath them, too.

[distortiondenizen]

@creationborn from here

It is not the strangest request: Fathom is old, and before he was Fathom, before he named himself, before being bound into this human form, he was guardian and prisoner both. He knows his fair share about protecting.

And even now, bound that he is, there are some things he can do.

In truth, were a human asking him for such a thing, he would ask for far more. Considering, however, who is asking...

"What is it that must be protected?" He asks.

In truth it is a strange thing, in a way, to be before one who represents life: Fathom, as Giratina, was made before life existed. He is a dragon, and he is a ghost, and so in a way almost an opposite to Xerneas.

"I will help, of course I will." He promises, even in this form, because he remains the Eldest Sibling, and his quarrel was always with humans. "But I would know all there is to know, about what is at stake."

[creationborn-deactivated2026041]

they have always considered themselves to be the wisest of the three. they are not the eldest, no. that title falls upon the dark sibling that stands by their side now, even if he has become imprisoned in the body of a mortal.

but to handle the flow of time, to preside over it as its eternal god...one must learn to be delicate. must grow wise, lest the balance becomes upset. and when that happens, no mortal, no pokemon, no god is safe.

it was why they had become so aggressive to the youngest kin. the lord of space. in their eyes, palkia was careless. immature with how they handled their gifts and abilities.

they turn their crimson to regard their kin, the faint twitch of a jaw the only sign that they do wish to bring their wrath down upon this world. for they have not forgotten, and will not forget, the sins of the brother.

grudges are held close to the heart.

"i am not so foolish to do such a thing." they say despite it all. "we are not the ones of earth and sea, always squabbling like hatchlings."

[distortiondenizen]

It has been a long time, if time can be called upon to mean anything in a world where Dialga does not reach, since Giratina last walked this dimension. Since he knew of his Siblings, and of any possibility of change.

He had not judged, at the beginning, and he had not judged them when he had been banished. Their youngest sibling could be considered careless, yes. So could the middle one be considered inflexible, in Giratina's eyes. Then again, time was not meant to be bent, while space could flow and shift far more easily, and so did, in his eyes, act Palkia and Dialga both.

Once upon a time, Giratina had turned his might upon their Parent's creations. It had earned him exile. It is now part of the reason he counsels caution, the remaining part being his own curiosity at this world, and the awareness that time being unleashed upon it could be... impractical.

"Is it not squabbling that you are doing?" He asks instead, ruby meeting crimson despite their mismatched appearances. And if he keeps his stone steady, unjudging, so be it: he is not disquieted.

Once upon a time, he would have used his own might to demand silence. He is well aware that now all he has is diplomacy, and he does recognize the irony of it all.

"And if it is not, then do tell me what is it that you would do."

[soulgathered]

and clumsy remained the word they associated with fathom! even with that expression, niamh just grinned back. "sure. don't think I am that great of a teacher for that particular lesson but we can try!"

at the very least she probably could call out little quirks that might set off other humans and make them question who or what fathom was.

niamh waved her hand, seemingly dismissing the other's words. "even if you did, that wouldn't scare me. I guess sometimes things must be done to survive and protect. and you sound like you were someone who who would be protecting something." like a knight from a fairy tale!

"nor in many more...hmm. you know that's giving me hints, right? it's not like every regular pokemon can be that old."

[distortiondenizen]

"Then you might learn to teach by teaching." He replied, with an air of finality that was not particularly sharp. He would not push on this matter, but he would like to learn... and he had believed he was managing decently enough, all in all.

For now, however, he met her words with ease. And then, what she had gathered: he had protected for a long time, yes, but he had been more a warden and prisoner both than he had been a protector.

"That would not be entirely wrong." He replied. And then, "Was that one of your well-chosen questions?" He almost teased, almost questioned, before speaking once again.

And truly, should he not be mildly be offended that she had entertained he was, in any way, a regular Pokémon?

"I am who I have always been, as I said." He settled for. "And I have no desire to lie on this matter."

[soulgathered]

so not a willing binding! they probably should worry over such information but their face was just filled with curiosity and the desire to know more. niamh could hear her mother in her head scolding them for not giving it a rest 'you are starting to be rude!' but what could be done in the face of such knowledge!

"thought so. not to be rude, but your attempts at being human can be... clumsy." which says a lot coming from them of all people. niamh herself could be a rather awkward person.

their grin brightened when fathom confirmed that things wouldn't change between them. she had become used to his company - be it in the bus or when she decided to go and explore. "of course! I know the important bits now, don't I? and neither have you suddenly decided that I am a snack nor did the being that bound you come here to do so." that meant knowing more was just a bonus.

"hmm. give me time then, I will write my questions and once I have some that are promising, I'll ask them."

[distortiondenizen]

Clumsy, they say, and Fathom does raise an eyebrow for a moment, before his expression turns into something just a shade too regal to be mischievous.

"Is that an offering," he asks of them, "to teach me how to better resemble a human?"

It's not that he wants to be, but he knows it would be practical, and he has grown attached. No screaming and no fear are both quite welcome, still.

Even if his eyebrow only rises even further at the way the grin clashes with their words.

"Very well, consider them at your leisure." He acquiesces. "And before you ask, no, I have never eaten a human. And the One who bound me is not likely to appear, neither now nor in your lifetime, nor in many more."

Which might sound mysterious, but is nothing but the truth.

[distortiondenizen]

@creationborn asked: the time for pleasantries is through. dialga.

"Is it." Comes Fathom's answer, dry as the desert winds and just as merciful.

Perhaps, he considers, he should be afraid: bound as he is by their Parent's desire he is just a speck of power before one of his Siblings, and just as large. And yet...

Never has he missed his wings as much as he does now, even when sunlight no longer burns him. Never has he missed the chance to greet a Sibling like an equal just as much, but then again never has he been anyone, or anything, but himself: the Eldest Child, the Banished One.

Around them, humans and Pokémon scatter. Fathom pays them no mind: he cares not for their fear, and there, so close to Dialga, he can almost feel a shadow of his own might.

"Do not be hasty, Dialga." He warns, cautions. "There is much your ire might call upon this land... and upon you."

Do not follow his path, he is warning his Sibling. Do not become another cautionary tale.

[mcflymemes]

GENERIC FANTASY PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for any fantasy setting

you are a descendent from an ancient royal line.

can you joust?

this is not a question of bravery.

are you too cowardly to take a life?

hand me my sword.

the sheets feel scratchy.

you could have got us killed!

if you had kept to the plan, those knights might be alive right now.

together, we have a chance to take back what is ours.

would you ride into town with me?

you're playing with fire.

you should be on the throne.

perhaps we never should have come.

did you bring your bow?

you take one more step, traitor, and i'll chew you to splinters.

are you fit to compete, or shall the forfeit stand?

thank you, my lord.

i will deal with you when this is over.

you have to go alone.

we have some work to do.

it's an ambush!

why are they all staring at us?

were you robbed?

clean your sword.

i must look for a suitor.

i know where your allegiance lies.

pick up your sword.

you're not going to kill me?

what do you propose we do, your majesty?

the path takes us through there.

i will probably die on this quest.

even the peasants can marry for love.

your people love you.

i just learned this spell. can i show you?

are you with me?

how many more must die for the throne?

why don't we discuss the matter later?

what are you wearing to the ball tonight?

do not shush me!

be careful on those roads. there's been a report of bandits.

i'm not worthy of the throne.

how do i know your promise will be kept?

take the sword to the tower.

is that your horse?

i hear there's going to be a royal ball.

it was said to be magic.

no one has ever taken that castle.

what a waste of brandy.

is there a way down?

do you hear talk of a dragon?

you knowingly endangered a member of the royal family.

on a horse, with a lance... you're unbeatable.

some day, i'll be a knight.

there's an army out there, and it's ready to follow you.

hold your tongue or lose it.

you're no longer a myth. you're starting to mean something.

admiring the castle again, i see. isn't it beautiful?

tonight, evil has met its match.

you make me feel like a poet.

i'll ride with you.

this kingdom is better off without the lot of you!

why were they trying to kill you?

no one ever comes back from the woods.

i think it's time we found out what's going on.

i will not lose.

how about a little target practice?

you were right to fear the woods.

choose your last words carefully!

the time for pleasantries is through.

run, and i will run with you.

they wanted to arrange my marriage.

will you dance with me?

i'm sure when i'm older, i'll understand.

you know what we have to do.

what do you think? now that you know what i am?

you speak of what you do not know.

my parents were peasants.

we have a long journey ahead of us.

we should have killed them when we had the chance.

you might find this land a more savage place than you remember.

do you even know how to use that thing?

you have to be of noble birth to compete!

i didn't want to be at the celebration.

i can do magic.

are those catapults?

do you know any spells?

i'm not supposed to be seen with people like you.

minotaurs? they're real?

try and take them then.

help me fetch my arrows.

i'm afraid i'm not worthy of you.

i hear you have a quest for me.

sit with me and drink.

that's a bit of a long story.

there is no way that i am fighting.

i challenge you to a duel.

i wonder who lived here.

maybe it's time you had this back.

you have a traitor in your midst.

meet me in the castle gardens tonight, after the sun sets.

the king sent me.

you stole from the castle?

[distortiondenizen]

“Anger is just anger. It isn't good. It isn't bad. It just is. What you do with it is what matters. It's like anything else. You can use it to build or to destroy. You just have to make the choice." “Constructive anger," the demon said, her voice dripping sarcasm.

“Also known as passion," I said quietly. "Passion has overthrown tyrants and freed prisoners and slaves. Passion has brought justice where there was savagery. Passion has created freedom where there was nothing but fear. Passion has helped souls rise from the ashes of their horrible lives and build something better, stronger, more beautiful.” ― Jim Butcher, White Night

Private and selective RP blog, taking heavy inspiration from Pokémon lore, as written by Sparrow (she/they, 25+) Established April 12th 2025 See here for guidelines, muse info and content warnings

[distortiondenizen]

I might have missed the Eldritch child a little, so... :3

[distortiondenizen]

peeks at the dash

[dnangelic]

' oh , yeah ? ' ( dark , stop it ! don't make him angry ... ! ) ' and why shouldn't i disdain it ? it's the cause of all sorts of trouble --- not to mention , i didn't exactly ask for it . ' the miserable centuries start to seep out ; did he ever expect the original , mythical black wings to make its own proper appearance ? certainly not like this , in both strange shape and withheld answer .

it was only fair , he supposed , that a deity cling to their magnitude and mystique . beneath the turbulent currents of his shared emotions , there's the hollow realization that just maybe , despite such an absurd meeting , nothing could be done . about himself or the world's various , seemingly endless distortions . the god that the world considered the cause had been doing nothing but lounging on a bench , guised in a human form .

' fine then , keep your stupid secret . i don't care , and there's more important to talk about if you really are the real thing . what the hell are you doing just sitting here ? the world --- humans and pokemon alike , don't you know they're suffering ? '

[distortiondenizen]

They are suffering, he can see that. He is not unaware of what he's witnessed, and he is not unaware that something must be done. That his domain is bleeding into this world, and that is not healthy for them.

But until very recently, he was bound in a very different way. Different senses, different power, different domain: it would be quite the different matter if he'd been in his own true form. But he is not, and he does not welcome the reminder.

Just as he does not welcome the other's tone.

"You didn't ask for it." Fathom replies. "Oh, how quaint." And now there is a certain annoyance in his voice. It is almost cruel. "Neither do most, little one."

He had not asked to burn under the sun. He had not asked to be set aside. And he certainly had not asked to see a part of his being reflected in someone who did not know his place.

Then again, that would make sense, wouldn't it?

"Neither did I." He went on. "And I do not answer to you."

He was not about to begin now.

"Nor do I expect you to understand." He went on.

[dragonplated]

"It is a cave and tunnel system," he pointed out, eyebrow going up. "It's mostly ground and rock types." Maybe some poison, in the form of zubat. Hordes and hordes of zubat. They're easy enough to avoid, though for those who know to listen for the swooping of wings in the silence. Lance leads Fathom along, mostly quiet.

He should probably start a conversation, but he has no idea what to actually say. Is there some sort of conversation starter for finding random people lost in Victory Road outside challenge season? He doesn't think so.

"Why ghost types?" Yeah, sure.

[distortiondenizen]

"Caves are far from sunlight, often enough." Is Fathom's mild reply. "Ghosts tend to like that."

And he doesn't mind the lapse in conversation, all in all. He's comfortable following and watching around him, and taking into the route and the cave. But as the other asks, so does Fathom answer.

"They are intelligent, and rather eloquent." He tells Lance. "And they like me more than dragons tend to."

Which does fit with who he is, after all: the oldest ghost and the oldest dragon.

[sternenzeiten]

❝ embrace the forces that surround you . bend gravity and space. you are a child of the stars , shout what has been unsung ❞

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