loyalty undying. 🌹

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I THINK, THEREFORE I AM. IF I AM MISTAKEN, I EXIST.

this is a private & selective blog for cogita of arceus: legends, the mysterious, sole occupant of the ancient retreat, who bears a bit too much knowledge of the world at large. please browse the rules/about before interacting! my primary blog is @/lionfanged, and you’ll find me there most often.

rules.

about.

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wow, it’s a christmas miracle! her depression is gone, her traumas resolved, her loved ones returned to her from the ashes--

haha april fool’s got you all GOOD.

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idk who the top two would be but ‘the man that god hates’ is volo and ‘woman with personal problems’ is cogita.

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damn who’s this sexy mf in my recs

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cogita n cynthia but in matching long-skirt, elegant maid outfits

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anyways i think arceus should create a whole ass therapist specifically for cogita as a treat

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tbh, cogita (in my canon) had every opportunity to transform into something incredibly similar to volo. she could have let herself be consumed by anger and spite. she could have followed her justified fury at how mistreated she had been, a tool of god, and wreaked true havoc upon hisui in revenge, much like how giratina had done.

but arceus blessed her with immortality for the very reason she did not.

though rightfully bitter over the circumstances of her life, the joyful existence she could have had robbed from her by duties of being the hero, she has not the fervent, starved passion that volo bears. it was her calm and steady head that delegated her the role of hero. her ability to reflect and ruminate provided her the pathway to maintaining her composure in the face of death itself, and what would keep her steady over the decades awaiting the fallen one.

now, the perfect combination would be cynthia, who has the emotion-based passion for life combined with a steady mind. truly, she is what volo should have become, cogita so believes in the modern era. the traits of she and volo intertwined into who would become the true guiding light of the celestica people and modern day sinnoh, and being able to see that manifest is enough for cogita to find peace with the cruelty of her circumstances.

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beneath her long gown and gloves, c.ogita is something like a porcelain doll, even if nowhere close to being as fragile. in ancient times, when gira.tina was a truly malevolent spirit on a path of destruction, seeking to destroy arceus’s precious holy land in an act of vicious spite, c.ogita had nearly died in her quest to seal the demon. this, however, was something she was at peace with. surrounded by the noble pokemon she each considered a dear and valued friends, all on the brink of drawing their last breath upon the altar of arceus, contentment had gently swaddled her, broken and dying as she was.

her people would be safe. those who would come to hisui from that day forth would find a region of harmony and tranquility, where pokemon and people could prosper, and together bring on an era in which both could see to a bright and glorious future.

but there were other plans for her.

descending down from its sacred, higher plane, c.ogita can still remember how divine arceus had looked in the moment she had believed it to come for her soul.

gliding across the worn marble stones, as though they were too impure for it to stride upon, a gentle, golden light swathed the entire area, chasing away any lingering shadows. as her god approached, her eyes had fluttered shut. her duty to her people was fulfilled. the prophecy had been completed. with this, she was ready to be set free from the shackles of this mortal coil, released from her tired and broken body.

yet, it was not the tranquility of becoming one again with the universe around that greeted her as arceus’s gentle head dipped low to meet her brow.

broken bones reformed, torn muscle and tissue knitting together rapidly. her eyes flashed back open, but she did not bear an expression of gratitude

why? have i not fulfilled my mission? have i lost the right to rest?

her devastated voice resounded off of the great, tall pillars built as testament to arceus’s might. her god met her watering eyes, unwavering gaze set upon her, with a voice as clear as a bell, nigh painful in its otherworldly call, piercing into her mind.

not yet. 

on that day, she, and only she, was granted immortality. all the scars of her long and turbulent journey erased, and any future wounds healed with not a trace. her companions, while given the privilege of arceus’s divine healing, did not enjoy the same. while their lineage would carry on, they would not, following the natural order of life and passing due to age, leaving her, the chosen one, to await the next hero of hisui alone.

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it is impolite to ask a lady her age. and she won’t ever say.

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lovingly holds u all by the face. daily reminder that if u love me at my canon, kindly love me at my oc as well over on @/lionfanged, as he will Always be my primary focus when the muse is low for cynthia/cogita. thank u much, blows kisses.

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ginkgold​:

… one-way gifts? it’s befuddling, a surprise as far as surprises go; the feeling showcases itself in the weakening of his typically off-put expression, a blink punctuating how confused he is by the prospect. he’s quiet, considering the notion, before he raises a hand to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck.

“sure. what’s the occasion?”

coy was her smile, but genuine was the sentiment. while partly had this venture been nothing more than an excuse to allow herself to visit jubilife (how much longer yet would she be haunted by the notion she was undeserving of intermingling with society, too many unknowns frightening her back into her retreat?), the remaining reason for her appearance was truly with kind intentions. cogita heard much of the kindness spared unto volo by the ginkgo guild’s leader, something the boy needed much of.

after a long and turbulent life, there was irony in stability appearing in the form of wandering merchants, but it was nevertheless appreciated.

within her hand, clasped with absolute delicacy, was a modest box bundled up in fine silk. folding away the dark, floral-patterned fabric, she revealed her gift.

‘ simply a token of my thanks, for caring after volo. ‘  cogita’s eyes crinkled with appreciative warmth. ‘ i have not terribly much to my name, but i am proud of my garden, and must say i feel i have quite the green thumb. these are tea leaves i have cultivated myself. ‘

picked, crushed, dried, and meticulously sorted all by hand, the aroma flowing up from their air-tight container, upon opening, was strong, but pleasant. sweet, floral notes were easily noticed, and when lingering upon the smell long enough, one could say it very well soothed the mind, easing any tensions in the head.

‘ this tea is good for relaxing the body and mind, and serves as an excellent aid to sleep. knowing what a busy man you are, i imagine rest is far and few in between. i hope this helps to bring some calm to your life. ‘

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arceun​:

 always  meticulous,  a  careful  mode  to  her  motions  that  makes  even  the  most  bewildering  of  spectacles  (  of  people  )  pause,  just  for  a  moment,  to  watch。  she  wears  patience  &  placidity  like  a  familiar  glove,  a  stifling  coat,  an  opaque  film  that  volo  only  desires  to  keep  far  from  himself。  before  it  sticks。

 ❛  i  think  our  sky-fallen  friend  has  found  another  plate!  ❜  (  oh,  but  inside,  you,  and  that  keen  sharpness  in  the  pit  of  your  stomach,  sparks  with  a  thousand  volts。  )  he  desires  to  know,  to  know,  to  know。  

 to  know,  with  eager  grin,  as  he  moves  nearer  to  her  little  table           stops,  before  she  overwhelms  him  too  much。  ❛  which  means  this  hunt  won’t  be  on  much  longer!  ❜

the hunt. volo spoke as though it were a mutually shared thing, this obsession, this curse, when such was far from the truth. what consumed him night and day was kept at a healthy arm’s length from cogita, knowing that the wild flames of passionate dedication could rapidly devour all in their path, including oneself. already did she see the suggestions of the flames burning the edges of him away, leaving nothing more than smoldering ashes.

an index tapped idle against the side of her cup.

‘ is that so? ‘ her voice maintained a level tone, sharply contrasting the giddiness in his. ‘ you haven’t a single idea if collecting these little trinkets will do much of anything, dear. what do you hope for at the end of this? ‘

a casually spoken question with the weight of the world burdening it. much like the ever-building weights volo added to himself with every newly discovered, obsessive thought, ‘til he would long sink beneath the ocean waters he treaded, and sunk down to the abyss below.

‘ as a traveling merchant, i know you haven’t a tidy shelf to maintain a collection like this upon. ‘

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v.olo walking home after the protag kicked his ass and took his centipede

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oo shalala, who’s that girl– IT’S CYNTHIA “SINNOH” HERE-TO-KICK-YOUR-ASS! erika back at it again with the OG goth queen, on a sideblog that follows from @/sifallorsum, my cogita. if you would be interested in one (1) beautiful champion who will happily curbstomp you into the dirt with beauty and grace, kindly like / reblog this post. thanks!

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i need to go back to actually doing my job but i had to start on something

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also fun fact i don’t know HOW it happened but when i was in the dbz community, one of my mutuals posted the weather there, and i was like omg i live in washington too!! and it turned out they lived in the same town as me. worked at the grocery store i went to regularly.

truly insane.

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steeples fingers in starbucks-flavored american.