RGB SCALE MIND

[ Memories in Black and White ]

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RGB SCALE MIND - Blog Beginning

[PINNED MESSAGE] I don't want to leave lengthy Author's Notes in the Summaries of Chapters on AO3, so I've created an alternative way to update you all. Reading this blog is not necessary :-) I'll use it as needed. Found Here:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[regco-art]

POV you’re scrolling through your PokéTok fyp on your Rotom Phone 📱

Guys it’s been ten long years since my previous Professor Sycamore hyperfixation, and now he’s back with a vengeance…..I think all this recent Legends Z-A talk has revived him out from the recesses of my brain. Also, I’m just in the midst of another general pokémon era.

That being said….enjoy this goofyass comic 💙

[wyrdle]

Conversation by the bench

Idk what this issss. I mostly wanted a lysandre centric comic lol. It was either Sycamore or with Grisham and Griselle, buuuuut I'm still iffy on all my lysandre comics. Not too confident with making comics of him and by tangent, the other characters lol. I'm not a huge prfr shipper, but the guilt and tragedy are fun, so have a low effort spontaneous comic as I kick myself into working on my projects...

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RGB SCALE (Ch. 1) Legends ZA Reader Insert

Blurry forests.

The petrichor from damp clumps of shed leaves from Autumns past. Seasons layered, folding in on themselves. One second, delicate snowdrops peeking from the soil, dawning themselves awake at the first light of Spring. The next, dead black twigs peaking out in their finality from underneath a fresh blanket of fallen snow.

Over and over again. Cyclical, somehow, eyes to watch as tiny feet stumbled through the bramble and the thicket of some unknown woods. Those hands that pushed overgrowth out of the way never seemed to stay consistent in their length, shade, peculiarity, and yet the action was steady, the pilot the same.  With each blink, the camera shutter snaps yet another frozen moment in time. White feathers halted mid-flutter. Rain to streak the dull, grey sky. 

It all bleeds away the moment you shake off the sleep, leaving faint impressions of something that should have been known, a past truth, maybe. Gone was it all, just as your foundation of self had long since eroded. 

But some facts remained. 

You just got there, got off the train - 

Prism Tower was in shambles.

You remember in a quick, temporary flash, something unknowable. And then you die, crushed under rubble. 

Not in some metaphorical sense. The news channel keeps droning on. Disastrous, genocidal weapons, painful, rogue Mega-Evolutions, the full stack of cards had been laid out on the table. Modern-Day Kalos sounded like some sort of nightmarish hellscape to live in. For many, it was. 

That felt like it was your nightmare, somehow, but that, too, faded away. 

No... No, there's more. The time and space disorients and collapses in on itself like the seasons in your dreams, like you've played out this exact same scenario too many times to count in just slightly different ways. 

That little boy and his far too wild hair, the cold, and you in a forest devoid of color. He stands, framed in the distance by two trees, two towers. One fully black, one fully white. He needs someone. Needs someone to hold his hand.   Hold my hand, boy.  Take my hand, don't let go of my hand- 

It's scary, not knowing what it means to be here. 

On a spectrum of light, somewhere between red and blue... 

So then there was a small girl, interjects the news. Was. She was all that she was, the memorialized who stopped the ultimate weapon some years ago, who blocked a full-scale genocide the likes of which happens only once in a handful of millennia, so narrowly avoided mass extinction by the breadth of a hair. And that sweet, untimely perished young woman was presumed tragically lost at the bottom of the weapon's crater that plunged so far down into the Earth there was no way of knowing how long she could have survived down there.

Press conferences, mug shots, framed memorials. Blood splatters of a red lion's mane on a mean scowl of a man's weathered, hateful face. That picture doesn't seem right, somehow. Those two, piercing blue eyes, you feel as though they should have a different expression, in some way. But a normal living man has two eyes, and those eyes naturally saturate with color from the world around.

This is the picture that the man with frazzled black hair and something of an overgrown stubble clasps in his arms while trying to hold back his sorrow as he addresses the crowd gathered.  ON THIS DAY, FIVE YEARS AGO, 

For some reason, when you fixate on those red and blue pixels of the TV, all you can picture is grey. 

The footage of the explosion, the terrifying comet sent hurling into the sky, keeps repeating over and over on the international news channel. It's strangely beautiful, in a sublime and cosmic sense. Raw, pure energy, it fills you, even the photonegative of a flash-fried camera. Staring into the face of death, it's not something you can understand, especially not over the memory of the recording on the TV. 

If only you could just have a fraction of that energy, to lift your limbs, to get yourself out of bed- 

Earlier, you woke up in some hotel room, a suitcase and a pair of old shoes sat by the bedside. Nothing else to your name. Not an ID, nothing but a mirror some ways off. There are days when you dread looking, for some reason, at the stranger who will stare back. 

I can't remember who you are, 

"That's probably for the best." He, in the static of grey, sat his old and far too lanky body into the plush loveseat beside the old armoire that wafted faintly of dust and old clothes. 

That isn't what you said at the time, but it's the dialogue that plays in your mind now. 

You sat together in the silence, cast in the gentle yellow grey of the streetlamp wafting through the sheer, pink grey spool curtains. 

Then why are you sad about it?

He pauses to cough, a small cough, and then smiles. 

"It's a privilege that I can recall in great detail enough to feel sad, so I am grateful. I mourn. But in some ways, you might argue it's the last of what's enjoyable for me in all my years." 

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[I have so many pairings in this book that I'll have to make a series that focuses on say, Ingo, Leon, Colress, Guzma, etc.]

[bashcrandicoot]

Bystandre. Based on this post

[jaromirs-deposit]

Saw some cool ideas from the Japanese pokétwt about L(ysandre)'s closed eye

(Pardon any language misunderstandings, I haven't really practiced my Japanese in in the last few years)

(Other QRT remarks under cut so the post isn't too long)

OP muses that L's white/discolored left eye, similar to a Zygarde cell & core's whited-out right eye, actually have some connection, and perhaps they share the same view through that eye (i.e L can see what a cell sees), and that enabled him to find all 100 cells & 5 cores within 5 years so quickly

Another comment remarks on the Norse inspirations of the Aura Trio (with the image being a screenshot of an overview of the myth of Odin sacrificing his eye, (something I made a post on wink wink nudge nudge), while suggesting that perhaps L lent his eye to Zygarde

ジガゲッサー (Was L playing ZyGuessr?)

Very cool idea from another comment that perhaps L was already dead, but a cell crawled into his body and brought him back to life (literally "perhaps one of them became a life" if I'm reading this right)

Unassorted stuff from QRTs:

Maybe that's why he wasn't nervous as to where the last cell was

Does this mean he could have been looking inside the protagonist's bag the whole time?

Maybe that's why the game starts from a cell's perspective?

Almost like a BG3 Illithid brain parasite that goes into your eye (machine TL from Korean)

[crossroadsdimension]

A continuation of this post:

So these screenshots are taken from one of the videos circulating around YouTube with L's battle theme -- Pokeli's, specifically. I'd have to play through the game all over again to get them off my Switch, so these will have to do.

This post will get long because of all the screenshots, so this is all going under the cut!

To start, a comparison:

[image: L is looking at his Mega Ring, his blinding white eye visible. The Keystone is dark, making the internal symbol of Mega Evolution difficult to see]

[image: Tarragon's starting battle pose. The Keystone in his helmet is bright]

Tarragon's Keystone is the normal colors; L's is not. And this isn't because of ambient lighting, I bet -- the fight with L happens outside, sure, but the player character's keystone is always bright no matter the time of day or whether we're inside or outside. For example -- the Tarragon screenshot is when you fight him before your Canari rank fight, so we're indoors for this encounter.

Something interesting, too -- while Tarragon and most of the other Trainers have their Keystones start to glow as soon as they touch them, L's starts glowing when he lets go and tosses the ring.

[image desc: three screenshots in quick succession; L tosses his Mega Ring into the air and it gains a halo of light; the Keystone starts glowing so brightly that the ring cannot be seen. The glow mostly fades by the time L reaches out to catch the ring in the third image]

I'd have to go back and look, but I don't know if anyone else's Keystone gets that halo effect in the first image. And this post is getting long, so you'll have to forgive me for not including them here.

The second image is what the other Trainers' Keystones start looking like almost as soon as they're activated. It's why Urbain/Taunie winces when the Keystone activates -- keeping that thing on a bracelet so close to your face has got to be like when a camera flash goes off. I'd need to take more screenshots to compare L's Keystone to anyone else's, because while the glow is bright enough to overtake the Keystones of others, I don't think it reaches L's level of brightness.

And then --

[image desc: two screenshots taken in quick succession. In the first, L is holding his Mega Ring in his fist; the glow is leaking out through his fingers. In the second, he is holding his fist out towards his Gyarados, the glow of the Keystone bright enough to explode from his hand despite hiding the Keystone in his grip.]

No one else hides their Keystone when it activates. All their Keystones reach the same level of brightness that L's has when he's keeping it clenched in his fist. Either this was a default setting for all Mega Evolutions and they just applied the light animation where they needed it...or L's Keystone has some extra punch that others don't. Again, because he was exposed to the ultimate weapon and what have you.

So I'm stuck with wondering -- is it possible that other attempts to Mega Evolve turned into a flashbang in L's face, and he had to learn to hide the Keystone to avoid accidentally blinding his working eye...or is this the first time he's actually tried Mega Evolving after the ultimate weapon, and the Keystone is waking up properly after sitting in his pocket unused for five years?

I'd need more data to say which one it is conclusively (or, y'know, just let my brain run wild), but considering he was lacking in memory for a while, I wouldn't be surprised if it's the latter, and he just held onto the Mega Ring because he knew it was important but couldn't remember why.

[thetreyceratops]

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT. I've been replaying Pokémon Y on my own for the past few days, and this dialogue in particular horrified me because it reminded me of one of the lyrics of Bake no Hana. Specifically:

I'm just like a monstrous flower that bloomed too soon There's no turning back to a bud

[valvefilledfunhouse]

Been contemplating recently a headcanon of Lysandre being really fond of photography…

I mean, he develops the Holo Caster and the hologram technology that goes with it, and photography is a medium based on light exposure. Especially prior to developing it, I could see him being so intrigued by analogue photography and how those chemicals and mediums absorb the light.

[wyrdle]

More L scribbles because oops. So much for not drawing him tonight

[girasolen]

Hello????

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In my reinterpretation, I've added a lot of homeless people to Lumiose. Even Sycamore is homeless. Everybody homeless. See? I'm helping.

I'm an academic (quietly,) so I will absolutely be feeding you all anti-classism propaganda.

[niji2282]

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[bespectacled-bookwyrm]

Ideas about Volo being driven by empathy to the point of madness:

Lysandre desires a beautiful world. Cyrus desires a world without spirit.

But Volo? Volo desires a better world.

Even the name of his sync move for his Giratina alt. reflects this. Even when he's gone mad, he still desires a better world. And his most associated Pokémon evolutionary line?

Togekiss. A Pokémon that hates strife and conflict.

Lysandre and Cyrus are associated with Pokémon that have a violent or controlling reputation (Mega Gyarados for Lysandre, Honchkrow/Weavile for Cyrus.)

But Volo is most associated with a Pokémon that desires peace.

Half of his team is also made up of friendship evolutions, and Lucario's Shield 'Dex entry states that "Only Trainers who have justice in their hearts can earn this Pokémon’s trust".

His max. level quote with Giratina is "To forge a new. . . BETTER WORLD!"

Another one of his alt. quotes is, "You can sleep in peace. Tomorrow will surely bring a new and better world."

He's aggressive to the point of madness and obsession, and yet he desires a BETTER world. Lysandre wants to preserve beauty, and Cyrus wants to be rid of the human spirit, but Volo wants to make things better.

His quotes suggest he's seen or experienced horrible things, including a betrayal, and he wants to fix that.

He wants to fix the wrongs so desperately that he's driven mad by the desire.

[kharmii]

What's extra tragic is how he was completely shunned by Arceus. He didn't even get a rebuke, like being told his heart was in the right place. He just did something really really really dumb.

[kittytale-i-do-what-i-want]

Fall in love

I’m not doing the text for this one no, just no 

[nellieandpercy]

this person has to be a professional chef because they were cooking with this and this edit tastes so good.

[niji2282]

im bk to pokemon zone ty ZA...

[maskeraith]

This line from lysandres wiki is so funny his motivations are truly incomprehensible

[phoenixlooper]

Never let them know your next move

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Pokemon Heritage Post

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Do NOT delete my description if you reblog from me, it is for accessibility. If you do I WILL block you.

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"The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma." -Lysandre, probably