legacy.

ashes of youth.

[flarenouveau]

𝙈𝙔 𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙏𝙃, 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝘼𝙎𝙃 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙍𝙐𝙄𝙉!

grisham of pokemon legends z-a. affiliated with isolaradiale. by percival ⎛ he/him, 32 ⎠

app. stats. threads.

ranked ❲ . . . ❳ dwarf ⎛ 12/4/25 ⎠

housed ❲ . . . ❳ 221, cotes

𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘! ⎛ FREE ME FROM MY PAST! ⎠

anyway it's me percy i'm so normal about grisham. i prioritize group blogs but also i will write with indie blogs if we know each other!

[flarenouveau]

there was something about being back in his own body that made grisham realize how much he did want to learn how to be the person he was meant to be. not the rich heir of a noble family. not the prodigy of team flare- just himself. it was through jacinthe's body that he learned that he very much had no desire to go back to that life- the one where he was brought by his parents with his sister in tow. where they learned to dance, how to look perfect in the eyes of society.

he'd never been happier to wake up in his own bed, with charmander curled up next to him. but it's not just charmander this time.

bagon is propped up against a pillow, snoring softly. the last time grisham had seen bagon, he was a salamence and they were battling in the z-a royale. much like charmander, it seemed bagon faced the same ... transformation. brought back to being a little dragon, rather than a fierce lord of the skies.

❝ it's good to see you regardless, mon ami, ❞ grisham says, his own voice still gravely from sleep.

bagon perks up. the dragon looks at his little hands, looks to charmander, looks to his trainer with a baffled expression. charmander opens one eye before perking up- overjoyed that he's not the only one of grisham's pokemon to live in their new home.

⎛ . . . ⎠

jacinthe left his wardrobe unchanged. she had put everything back the way it was- or perhaps that was the work of the stars. grisham picked out a comfortable outfit- a warm sweater and dark slacks- the winter chill had seeped into his bones in a way that he was rather unaccustomed to. maybe it was because he was away from ... all of the people he'd met- the bonds he'd made.

he was lonely, still, in a way that his pokemon couldn't fully fix. but, having his pokemon made the loneliness less of a void and more of a dull ache. grisham liked to think that one day, he wouldn't feel it at all. healing, after all, was a journey and a lengthy one at that.

⎛ . . . ⎠

when he heads to the kitchen, charmander and bagon follow, exchanging chirps and purrs; a conversation he didn't need to put words to understand. bagon was a third mouth to feed, which meant grisham had more food to buy, and the house he lived in could start to feel more like a home. hadn't he spent evenings preparing food for himself, for griselle, for their pokemon? it made him happy- happy as a social outcast could be. like the food truck, too-

he dreamed often of buying a place, giving nouveau cafe a home base of sorts. sometimes he thought of buying the old lysandre cafe- fixing it up and making it better. something truly beautiful. to chase away the ghosts and the ashes of the past- but that was still more money than he had saved up. a project for the future perhaps.

soon, the smell of fresh coffee fills the kitchen. grisham hums, picks out ingredients for a healthy breakfast. but before he starts, he grabs the tv remote and turns it on.

[flarenouveau]

[sbcjacinthe]

The ease with which he agreed wasn't much of a surprise, but his comment about her work shocked her. As much as Jacinthe planned to wait to see him in person, her fingers rapidly typed out one last message as he proceeded in her direction:

txt: You would do well to learn to turn on your television!

Whether or not he was interested in the concept of her show, surely he could have seen her radiant smile while channel surfing?!

After that, Jacinthe waited near the door with the Charmander at her side. Undoubtedly she would have preferred Griselle's closet, but a pair of slacks and a button down shirt never hurt. The sideburns were more bothersome — however, reasonable as she was, she put them out of mind instead of shaving them off.

As soon as Charmander reacted to a sound outside, she was at the door, welcoming her very beautiful self inside with uncharacteristic feminine grace. "Please, come in. You appear to know what you are doing with your presentation! I thank you for treating my body well so far."

And, while her mannerisms were undoubtedly Jacinthe's, from her walk to the movements of her hands, she did adjust Grisham's glasses on the bridge of her nose quite naturally. "If you are expecting a solution from me, I am afraid I can only make guesses at this point. Perhaps we need some sort of physical contact — we could start by shaking hands?"

[flarenouveau]

grisham catches a glimpse of the last text and can't help but crack a small smile. yes, that was a rather jacinthe thing to say, wasn't it? she held herself with the air of nobility- as someone of her status should, and she had the pride to match it.

meeting jacinthe while she wore his body and he wore hers was one of the most disorienting experiences of grisham's life. he enters his own home at her invitation with practiced grace, as any noble should, but undoubtedly his movements are his own. where jacinthe was dainty and light, grisham was deliberate, each movement calculated to serve a purpse. to uphold the image he had built of himself- and now, to do his best to mimic hers as not to draw suspicion.

you appear to know what you are doing with your presentation, she says ⎛ in his voice, and isn't that strange! to watch himself from an outside perspective like that- ⎠ and he laughs, a delicate bell-like sound. jacinthe's laugh. he raises one of her perfectly manicured hands to cover his mouth- something he often did when he stood behind the counter at the nouveau cafe food truck- something once more, reserved. ❝ i grew up the heir to a rich family, jacinthe. it was expected of me to always look my best, to hold myself with grace. ❞ there had been a part of him that resented his upbringing, not only in a noble household, but then ... well, team flare had been his family's undoing.

clefairy had certainly caught on now to the situation and had taken her place next to jacinthe- in grisham's body. charmander had come to stand next to his own trainer, but remained more than baffled about the situation as a whole. perhaps we need some sort of physical contact, jacinthe says, and grisham gives a small nod. ❝ yes, we could try that, ❞

this, too, is a surreal experience for him. it is the first time that he really feels his own hands. they're more calloused than he thought- the mark of someone who worked hard. no longer the hands of a spoiled nobleman, and certainly not the hands of someone in team flare. his hands are warm, and he finds himself enjoying the artistry of his own hand holding jacinthe's. the painters called this sort of contrast clair-obscur, and it was as beautiful in flesh as it was on canvas.

❝ ... perhaps it is more than just physical contact. we may need to learn more about each other. as individuals. that is, if this doesn't work- ❞

[sbcjacinthe]

TO: Jacinthe

FROM: Grisham

txt: It is incredibly alarming that the way I discover you are here is becoming you! txt: I am well aware of your penchant for secrecy, so I will be direct with you. txt: If you do not meet me at your home as soon as you are able, I will go to work at the TV station this afternoon in your body! txt: if you agree, I promise I will call out for the duration of this nonsense.

The completely out-of-character messages, of course, came from the other way around — from Jacinthe to Grisham.

She was not feeling at home in this body, but at least she had an adorable Charmander in her company to help take the edge off it!

💜 @flarenouveau

[flarenouveau]

the first thing he realizes when he wakes up is that he is not in his own home. funny, how he had to call the place he lived in spirale 'home', when it very much wasn't. lumiose was his home- for all that had happened there, it was the place he had grown up and the place he loved. a clefairy sat next to him with a rather worried expression. a phone lit up on the bedside table. when he reached for the phone, he took note of his hands. her hands- jacinthe's. well, that did explain a lot. from the looks of it, she did have his body.

❲ txt ❳ you work at the tv station?

❲ txt ❳ i have never been one to want to be in front of a camera, i doubt i'm terribly photogenic.

that one's a lie. before he was grisham, he was dorien, named for his radiant youthful beauty. team flare's future leaders were given the best education money could buy, so the 'dorian gray' nickname turned into 'gray' into 'grisham'- the truth was simply that he was as she said. secretive.

❲ txt ❳ i will be there soon.

luckily for jacinthe, before grisham was a barista, he was nobility. he had learned how to dress to fit among high society, so it wasn't too hard to pick out an outfit that people would expect to see jacinthe in. one that suited her, her with her silky lilac hair and dark skin. her clefairy continued to watch with a curious sort of amusement, now, and in rather record time, grisham had gone through what would be a noble's expected morning routine. old habits died hard, then.

off to cotes, then, to try to get his body back. he couldn't imagine jacinthe was too happy waking up in his body- and arceus knew what she'd try to dress him in!

[flarenouveau]

cyor for grisham is going to be a crocus among us and i'll do a write up tomorrow.

[dazzlxd]

@flarenouveau | Wintertide Ball

Vivianne had floated away from her companion as she had noticed that there was a very familiar face amongst the many teeming around the ballroom. Besides Harpuia could use the break from having to stand by her.

Gwen trotted up nice and prim next to her trainer as Vivianne approached Grisham. "Hello again," she greeted the other with a warm smile. "It's a pleasant surprise to see you here! I didn't know you enjoyed these things. Did you bring your Charmander along, too?"

[flarenouveau]

grisham had been dragged to formal balls by his parents as a child. always stuffed into suits, he took it better than his sister- fiery giselle who acted like a wild litleo, had always been quick to let her hair down and kick off her shoes to run off to arceus knew where- her brother, dorien, had been rather well behaved in comparison. such was the life of a rich heir, right?

now, that seemed like a lifetime ago. grisham had seen how blinding it could be- riches and beauty, thinking that somehow those things would make someone better, when in truth? the path to a beautiful world was shaped by showing kindness. by giving and teaching. what was that old saying? give a man a fish, he's fed for a day, but teach him to fish and he can eat for life? something like that. needless to say, his reasons for coming to the ball were more out of curiosity of to who he'd meet.

it was nice to see a familiar face. vivianne's smile was bright, and that adorable eevee of hers seemed to be enjoying herself. ❝ hello to you, as well, ❞ he says with a warm laugh. i didn't know you enjoyed these things, she says, and he hums- ❝ i grew up in this sort of environment, ❞ it's not a lie, but it's not the full story. he's not sure if he's willing to tell that story quite yet.

charmander, of course, has come with grisham. the little lizard pokemon seemed to be enjoying the fact that he was small enough to run around and not take up too much room. and he's happy to see gwen- the eevee serving as a source of comfort among the ever-changing city.

❝ charmander hasn't left my side since we first met when i was a little kid. he's been enjoying himself here. and what about you and your eevee? is this your sort of thing, or are you trying something new? ❞

[flarenouveau]

wintertide grisham post, but he's just having an Experience since the last social fancy things he did were as a member of team flare and that's. not great.

it's a kneejerk response, like muscle memory- he wears something red- less loud than before, but old habits are hard to break! let him have fun for once!

[flarenouveau]

Examine + an old picture of you as a child with baby Yrisviel

the picture is of a boy who grisham barely recognizes, but at the same time, he knows it is the person he used to be. the boy is holding a baby, swaddled in what looks like a rather cozy blanket. he looks happy. they both look happy.

he realizes that there was a point in his childhood where he wasn't so miserable. team flare hadn't taken everything from him. not yet. somehow, looking at the photo makes him feel like there will be a day where there will be more color in his life than just red.

[flarenouveau]

Examine! Jacinthe's Clefairy

jacinthe's ace pokemon, or at least she was jacinthe's ace as a clefable. much like every other pokemon that he'd seen in spirale, this one had been devoloved, somehow. but, she still has that look of mischief that was attributed to fairy types.

she's round and rather adorable. he's certain she still packs a punch.

⎛ he knows, unrelated to clefairy, that jacinthe herself is a rank c trainer in the battle royale. perhaps they could have a battle one day. ⎠

[avginian]

overnight, where there was once nothing upon the walls now found many places in the city plastered in a multitude of decorated posters, accompanied with a small, organized pamphlet to be taken with. upon closer inspection, people would take note that it was an advertisement for a large ball, hosted in golden ward at what seems to be a large penthouse owned by none other than aventurine. reading through, anyone would take note that the pamphlet explains that anyone — and everyone — was welcome to show up as they pleased and to leave whenever they were done with the festivities, with only the beautiful pamphlet to be shown as an invitation.

food and beverage would be provided to all guests who joined, with permission to wander any and all rooms and grounds by its gracious host, as well as there being music and other forms of entertainment, such as dancing and games, to be had wherever one wandered. with the label of ball, the pamphlet itself speaks of dressing up in one's most elegant attire, though any who found this were all welcome to attend despite what outfits they choose to don that night.

one special note is that of live music being present! in big, bright and beautiful letters, references the one performing, drawing attention to the name of the performer herself:

starring the cosmic songstress ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ROBIN

regardless, whoever decides to show up would have until morning calls to enjoy.

hello, everyone! on the evening of november 28th at 6pm est, aventurine here has decided to host a lavish ball for anyone and everyone to attend for the chilly weather celebrations! while he has no real reason to do this, he would claim that he'd have every reason to, though it's mostly to flaunt his money around with nothing else to do with it. either way, everyone is welcome to participate and use this as prompts for starters and threads! if you decide to go, there's no need to fancy up your character, though you're also more than welcome to have them dress up and get all fancy and dolled out.

while the party officially starts on friday, november 28th at 6pm est and is hosted for a single night, you're welcome to use this to make starters and prompts until november 30th at 11:59:59pm est. this way everyone has a chance to participate in it if they'd like and get chances to write things throughout the weekend!

as a note: this is just a fun dash activity and not anything official, so it wouldn't count towards your events at all! however, you're welcome to tag it as "#isola wintertide" to track and find things. anyway, i hope you guys have fun with it once the time rolls around!

[flarenouveau]

@libratio ⎛ s.c ⎠

grisham had spent his youth as a member of team flare, but that had never stopped him from paying attention to what sorts of trainers lived in other regions. as any aspiring trainer would, he longed for his own adventure.

he knew this woman from various media sources. the champion of the sinnoh region. a formidable opponent with garchomp as her ace. but here ... ❝ champion cynthia? ❞

her name is spoken with a soft awe, fitting for a young man like grisham. he'd never been able to have a proper journey before, with kalos' league system shifting into the battle royale ⎛ and of course, there was no need for him to go challenging gyms when he was sent out hunting legendaries for lysandre instead... ⎠ , there was something about meeting a champion face to face that made him feel like maybe he'd achieved something that other trainers on a proper journey had.

not that he expected many to reach the level of skill where they'd actually face a champion.

❝ i ... didn't actually think i would ever meet a champion of another region, ❞ awkward, but true. the encounter he'd had with a champion in the past had been his few meetings with diantha, introduced by lysandre as 'rising talent' and 'someone with great potential'. grisham hadn't known what to say to diantha, either. ❝ i mean, that's often what competitive trainers dream of, i think. challenging a league and meeting a champion, win or lose- ❞

at his side, charmander lets out a little chirp, as if he could tell how nervous his trainer felt. it made sense, after all. grisham's bond with charmander was what allowed the lizard pokemon to mega evolve- at least as charizard. but not now. in fact, he wasn't sure where his own keystone was, or where the charizardite x had gone. maybe it was with the rest of his team ... ❝ uh ... ❞

❝ well, i guess this only makes sense if i say i'm also a trainer, right? it's an honor to meet you. ❞

[flarenouveau]

🍬

talk about ...

🍬 for a family headcanon

dorien leroux is the oldest son of a noble bloodline- although things went to absolute hell due to the fact his parents were followers of the rhetoric of team flare. which is the reason dorien had the 'almost could've just gone to a boarding school to wasted my entire youth in team flare' pipeline, and also ended up as grisham. but, before things were horrible, his family life was rather expected of a wealthy heir.

raised in the lap of luxury as a prodigy who struggled with very little in his life, he was seen as the crown jewel of his family ⎛ and that led to his younger twin sister, giselle, being given absolute dogshit treatment because her brother was suddenly the gold standard ⎠ and was showered with gifts and opportunities. it made him rather naive and susceptible to being drawn into the team flare rhetoric, not only because it was what his parents taught him, but because he had no reason to really question it. children are, after all, easily influenced.

not to say that he didn't ask questions about other things- young dorien had a thirst for knowledge and wanted to push his limits to be better as a trainer, a student, a son. but he should've been asking about the rhetoric of team flare, and he didn't.

grisham wants to be angry at his parents for everything that then happened to him and his sister, but he's also aware that even if he knew something was off, it's so hard to try to get someone to escape bad habits.

his parents left kalos after the downfall of team flare, leaving him and his sister to fend for themselves. he hasn't tried to reach out to them since- because he has other things to focus on, like making a beautiful world the way he wants to. by helping people who need it, not chasing the approval of parents who only ever saw him as a trophy.

[rpmemegraveyard]

Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

For example, a stormtrooper mask: “A white mask with a black visor on the front. Putting it on, you realize that the visor isn’t even transparent. How are you expected to do anything competently like this?”

[dazzlxd]

Vivianne had been quick to scoop up Gwen, too, before the little Eevee could dash right to the Charizard that approached - its trainer not too far behind. Vivi mirrored his smile, feeling a warmth in her chest.

It was honestly... so great to see another trainer here. The devolved state of their chosen partner didn't miss her notice, though. "It's quite alright, I've been dealing with my own running off when she sees new things," Vivi said with a light laugh, "and thank you. I've been doing my best to care for her. Your Charmander looks like he's doing well. Did you just get here?"

Easier to rip the bandage off with that question now.

[flarenouveau]

❝ i can only imagine what our partners must be thinking about this new place. ❞ he says with a warm laugh. it warms his heart to know that this trainer is doing her best to take care of her eevee, even when the resources they needed were likely few and far between. ❝ i did arrive recently, ❞

❝ it was a little disorienting, i have to admit. it has been quite some time since my partner was a charmander- but it seems we're starting back from scratch. it isn't so bad- ❞ and that part is true enough. when he had been given charmander, it was by some of the higher-ups in team flare. he had bonded with his partner pokemon, but ... hadn't he wished to do so without the pressure of whatever was expected of him? he could have that, now. they could both have it.

charmander squirms a little in grisham's arms, prompting him to place his partner back on the ground. the little lizard gives another chirp, as if to promise that he wouldn't just run off- even if things were exciting and new.

your charmander looks like he's doing well.

❝ he has been adjusting to all of this. i think he enjoys it- not having to be the one carrying me around. ❞ a pause. ❝ but, the rest of my team is nowhere to be found. i worry for their safety- ❞

[kagamaiden]

He looks to be, despite his height, perhaps a little younger than her -- maybe about her brother's age. It would certainly account for her not being bothered by how large her companion is compared to her, as she turns to politely request usage of the good foot or so he has on her.

"Could you be a dear and hand me that cookbook? The one with the blue spine, yellow font.... 'A Beginner's Guide To Basic Meals'."

She's quite grateful that the secondhand bookstore she'd found was both close to her new home, and reasonable in its pricing. It certainly makes her quest to learn domestic skills easier...she knows she's lacking in them, by virtue of her upbringing.

"It....will certainly be handy, given I've never cooked before."

@flarenouveau

[flarenouveau]

grisham had started to adjust to his new surroundings. while he was left with only charmander ⎛ just as small and bright-eyed as he had been on the day they'd first met ⎠ , he had decided that he very much enjoyed looking around secondhand stores to see if anything caught his eye.

things were difficult as it was- not so different from five years prior when he'd suddenly lost everything; it was him and his sister against the world ⎛ and he'd tried so hard to make ends meet. their parents' riches had done nothing for them, in the end ⎠ . that part made it easier to live paycheck to paycheck. at least he didn't need to worry about rent for the townhouse he was staying at.

could you be a dear and hand me that cookbook? the voice belongs to a petite young woman, who despite her stature seems a few years older than grisham. he only knows ⎛ or assumes ⎠ this because he knows what a younger sister looks like ⎛ blue-eyed, blond hair always with those familiar red tips. a certain bitterness and anger that she could not hide where he could. ⎠ 'a beginner's guide to basic meals' was pulled off the shelf at the woman's request.

i've never cooked before, she says, and grisham hums. ❝ it is a good skill to have. i've been cooking for a while. mostly for myself and my sister ... but she ... didn't come with me. ❞

❝ it's just me and charmander, now, ❞ he gestures to the small orange lizard standing beside him, flame tipped tail flicking back and forth- a sign of curiosity ⎛ one that he knows to be careful with, as not to set the bookstore on fire ⎠ ❝ i would be happy to give you some tips. ❞

[pistachiosoda]

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