You've drawn pokemon before. So the questers as pokemon or with them.
Cala has a Mudkip and a Samurott
Cuphead has Victini and an Umbreon
Mugman has a Mudkip and a Vaporeon
Bendy has Snivey and a Pumpkaboo
Felix has Plusle and Minun
And Boris just has an Eevee.
Pokemon Grassy Gardening collection May 2021
From everything I’ve been hearing, the Oddish has been selling out fast.
Photos/collection from--
Pokemon Center Japan
Harmonia was rarely allowed outside without the supervision of Zoroark, and even then, he was just rarely allowed outside as a whole. Ghetsis wouldn’t allow the future king to be injured by anything.
But he always found a way and his friends always covered his trail. He did it at least once a week as child, and at some point when he was no older than nine, he made his first human friend outside of the castle.
He met the ashen brunette while playing with the petilil’s and cottonee’s under Zoroark’s keen eye in the forest.
She was lost, clearly trying to be confident while searching for a way out. Her clothes were that of the outside world, maybe a private school, and her skin was the darkest he’s ever seen compared to the ghostly tones of those that raise him.
“Excuse me,” She calls out with a twinge of fear squeaking her voice, “Can you show me the way out?”
The girl walks closer, making his guardian tense, but the Pokémon doesn’t do anything.
“No, I’m sorry,” Harmonia tells her quietly while meeting her eye with as much confidence he could muster. He was curious, who could blame him? He was not allowed to meet the children from the outer world out of fear they would taint him, so to him, the girl was exotic.
“Oh, it’s okay.” Her eyes suddenly swell with tears, but with a big sniff and blink, she grins and holds out her hand.
“I’m Valentine, Valentine Adira, but my mom and friends call me Val.” She was trying her best to happy in a bad situation, and Harmonia could see it in her lavender eyes that she was a thread away from breaking down.
“Natural Harmonia Gropius,” Harmonia replies quietly without taking her hand, “But Harmonia is okay.”
“Hmm, that’s a mouth full. What about N? It’s almost as mysterious as you are,” Her question was innocent and despite Harmonia flinching slightly when she sits across from him, Zoroark mysteriously doesn’t force her away.
The Pokémon suddenly crowd her, smiles bright as they vy for her attention. Harmonia looks to Zoroark for his approval on the name and is surprised to see him nod.
“N is okay-”
“Cool! Glad to meet you N!” The sky turns warm and orange from the sunset and Valentine’s face falls.
“I wanna talk more, but I have to find my way back before nighttime.”
“Okay, I wish you luck.”
“Thank you.” She sighs before getting up and dusting off her skirt. Valentine begins to walk away before waving at Harmonia with a new smile.
“I’ll find you again so we can hang out!” Harmonia doesn’t feel the smile creep onto his face until Valentine laughs and turns around, preparing to make her way back home.
Zoroark doesn’t say anything until she’s out of earshot.
“If you would like to spend time with her, I can escort her to and from the outside.” His voice was slightly perturbed, but supportive nonetheless.
“I thought you would want me to stay away from her.” N’s voice betrayed the mixed emotions he felt, but the Pokémon just gives him a caring smile.
“That one is innocent. Her character may do you more good that complete isolation, but we cannot allow Ghetsis to find out, lest he harm her.”
Reality came crashing down on Harmonia yet he still smiles.
“I promise! Our little secret!”
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The next time Harmonia sees her was a week later, shortly after his birthday, and she came with a cupcake. It had buttercream coloured to match his hair and a singular candle.
“N! Your friend told me it was your birthday so I brought you something!” Her voice was cheery as she ran carefully towards him.
“But I don’t have mutual friends with you,” N tells her quizzically, confused at her words.
“Yes you do silly! Zororark told me when they met me at the forest edge.” Glancing at the Pokémon, N is stunned to see a caring and soft smile on his face.
“Well, thank you,” N smiled softly as she sets the cupcake in his hands.
“I didn’t know what flavour you liked so I got vanilla just in case.” He could hear the worry in her voice about the flavour, so as soon as he blew out the candle, to took a big bite out of the treat to ease his new friends mind.
“I like vanilla,” He tells her after swallowing the mouthful, “And I really like this vanilla too.”
The smile on her face was worth so many moon stones.
“I’m glad! Now, what do you want to do? Your birthday, your choice.”
N hums in thought before getting up and grabbing her hand.
“Let’s go play with the lillipups,” He tells her with a strong voice. It was the first time Valentine heard his voice in something other than a whisper. It made her beam and she nodded vigorously.
“Let’s go!”
For the next three years, every day after his birthday, Valentine made it a tradition to bring N a vanilla cupcake and play with the lillipups until Zoroark had to get Valentine back home. It was the highlight of N’s year and the only thing during that week that made him smile
And it goes smoothly until N’s 11th birthday, when for the first time, Zoroark doesn’t bring Valentine to N. All she’s given is a small note in N’s spidery handwriting with two words.
