lorekeeper ;

𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇—  𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍.

[kogita]

hey there! this is an independent rp blog for cogita from pokemon: legends arceus that’s heavily headcanon-based while still following the basic lore. i’m mutuals-only, semi-selective, crossover/oc-friendly, and duplicate friendly too! personal blogs are free to follow and send asks, but i only ask you refrain from flooding my activity with likes on or reblogs of my current on-going threads, thank you! for the time being, this navigation post will be my main information hub until i get around to making this ol’ gal a google doc.  currently i go by lillium/lithium and i’m 21+! she/her or they/them are preferred as far as pronouns go, and i’ll be working part-time soon so my activity may be a little sporadic. mutuals are free to add my discord @  cogita enjoyer.#4136 , just let me know who you are when you do! though kogita is my main, you can find my giratina [ sideblog ] @ evorsor . it’s a lil nakey rn so bare with me.

NAVIGATION [ WIP! ]

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[kogita]

i’ll be queuing replies soon! this week got busier than i expected it to but i’ll have some free time soon <3

[moon1ike]

The Waves by Virginia Woolf | art by Holly Warburton | Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh | art by Holly Warburton

[auraguarde]

“Who knows? It could be – one day – we will see each other again.”

    Indie/Selective Sir Aaron from Pkm M8 :Lucario and the mystery of mew

Written by Silver

Follows back from pkmdaycare

[kogita]

.... What in the world are you miscreants doing?

[kogita]

sololegend

Solo fidgetted with his fingers, not making eye contact. Cogita was one of the weird people, being in a situation where he didn't outright avoid her, but talking still wasn't easy, and he often just found himself listening to her stories and writing down the stories of Kanto and Johto in return. He took a small breath, before speaking.

"Cinnabar."

A pause,

"It's a city from the region I'm from."

“ Cinnabar... “ The name rolls easily enough off the tongue. Despite being unfamiliar with the modern home Solo spoke of, the word itself was surprisingly similar to something from the Celestica tongue. More than likely coincidence for her to mull over in the privacy of her retreat. Out of respect for their anxieties she’ll keep her attention on the Typholosion rather than attempt to lock their gaze. Making the poor soul uncomfortable is the last thing she ever wants to do.

“ What an interesting name for a city. May I ask what it was like there? “

[ineskew]

So rot, ferment and decompose, So all the things can grow, Or wallow in a drinkless world, And wither on the bough.

Oh what a dusty burden, That nectar and that pollen. Like Atlas with the heavens, On the back of his head, And what if they should falter And shrug their little shoulders? Well time she’d pass all the same.

[kogita]

aqotheosis​:

He’s caught another poor soul in one of his devilish plots. Does his wicked scheming have no end? No. His evil machinations would be eternal–and thus, so too would be his dear mentor’s suffering.

“But of course!” He beamed, innocent and pure as a pidove, both hands open and fingers splayed wide in a cheerful gesture. Ever so helpful–ever so glad to return the favor and teach her something for once! Even if all he taught would be regret, again and again and again–

“Hava… nice day!”

When was such a seed planted? How deep do the roots of evil go? What pesky weeds strewn about her mentee’s garden of paradise, what nerve do they have to try and invade her own? She’ll cut them at the stalk, pluck them from their ingrain and... display them in a vase? Dandelions are honestly rather pretty, it’d be a shame to just toss them.

Her expression twisted in confusion at first. Her eyelashes fluttered which each quizzical blink, jade hues scanning the other’s wide grin in an attempt to make sense of the epic gotcha she’d just walked into. It clicks after a few pursed-lip moments and a smile of her own graces her features.

“ Ah, I understand now! How quaint! “

The woman’s hands clasp together at her chest. This is being taken way too seriously by her.

“ I hope that you ‘hava’ nice day as well, but don’t forget to givyama before you go! “

Oh no.

[limbomaiden-a]

[kogita]

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[kogita]

How are you ruined?

ruined by trauma ;

you cannot get over the past. you are constantly remembering, never forgetting. you cant live in the moment because the moment is NOT what brought you here. you are birthed, raised, and killed in the past. you will never get over what was done to you, be it big or be it small. you cannot escape what you refuse to confront.

Tagged by: heisted from @kairoi

Tagging: @volot @aqotheosis​ @ anyone who’d like it and hasn’t done it yet!

[kogita]

What flavor is your soul?

Rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

Tagged by: @aqotheosis

Tagging: @volot @kairoi @windsweptrun @hclloffcme​ & you! steal it from me... c’mon. you know you wanna.

[kogita]

Dont mind the little babby Dialga trotting up ti cogitas tent trying to be sneakily ,all he wants are berries!!,he hungers!!

it's easier said than done to not mind one so precious and small, but she'll look away for some time and pretend herself unawares. due to the height she'd hung the berries at, however, that charade can only last so long. not-mom can be sneaky too, so she'll inch her way up behind them and scoop the little dialga up into her gloved hands. " caught you, my brilliant gem. " here. she'll hold him up closer to the vines of grepa and persim so that he can eat his fill. no hungy ponies allowed in her retreat.

[kogita]

"Talking'sths pretty good, asth thingsth to do with your head go, but listhening isth where it'sth at, ya dig?"

once, twice, thrice does she blink⸺ flattening her dress over her knees and kneeling to try and join the.. snake(?) at a more appropriate height. this wasn't a pokemon she'd ever seen before, but the proverb it offered was somehow more concerning.

was this... a messenger of her god?

"please, go on little one."

tell her of her sins so that she may be pristine in the eyes of arceus once more.

[kogita]

where is it. where is his ending where he wins. he keeps INPUTTIGN THE CHEAT WHERE IS IT

is he holding them all down at the same time? is the order correct? were all of his circles tight and uniform? if you want a perfect world you can't half-ass it, no-clip through mt. coronet and glitch into the mystri stage by hitting the third boulder to the left on a 80-degree angle! it's NOT that hard.

[kogita]

hisui’s frigid chil rides the winds this day despite the current season -- kissing the ancient’s skin as it passes, coaxing a shiver that travels down her spine. bells chime and clatter together atop her tent’s threshold along with the berries she’s hung, fewer now that volo had taken his share without permission.

it’s lonely today. lonelier than ever. she’s let her tea go cold for once, much to her ninetale’s concern. it’s wetted nose nuzzles her cheek to rouse some sign of life -- a wordless plead to tell it what’s wrong.

and so, she raises her head. expression solemn, eyes lightless.

“ volo was right, actually. “

[hadesmusings]

emotions boiled in her chest – a pot on the stove left unattended – leaving her dry and burnt out.