Quiz: Pokmon Gym Leader Type Yiuno.

quiz: pokémon gym leader type — yiuno.

Ghost Type.

There’s so much to love about ghost-types: they’ve got a cool spooky aesthetic with a lovely color scheme, they can be super strong in battle, and they often have plenty of fun tricks up their sleeve. You’re usually relaxed and enjoyable to be around, but you know how to get serious when you need to. Other trainers respect you, even if they’re easily spooked.

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It’s been a long time since I last watched the Pokémon anime series. I stopped around the first few episodes of Sun & Moon because I was thrown off by the sudden change in animation style. I did a speed-binge fairly recently on the older seasons (specifically AG, DP, and XY), and with the nostalgia still fresh in my mind, I’ve decided to rewrite my thoughts on the result.

I initially expected Yiuno to get one of the following three:

Psychic. Often portrayed as mysterious and intimidating due to their abilities related to mind control, telekinesis and even premonition, Psychic types are also highly intelligent, which further elevates their power to change the course of a battle in their favor. Yiuno is an enigmatic individual with a rich life experience under his belt—with his deep insight in ancient mysteries, it’s within reason that he can bring out the potential of Psychic types.

Dark. Just like the name suggests, they often come across as brooding and reclusive. They are very independent and strong-willed, making Dark types formidable opponents not to be trifled with carelessly. Yiuno is a solitary wanderer who has survived the bloodiest war, braved the harshest frontier—and still stood tall after all these years (and many more). The quiet strength that he possesses can give a huge confidence boost and build a strong bond with Dark types, making them a force to be reckoned with when they fight as one.

Steel. Indomitable and logical are a few traits commonly used to describe them. They can hit really hard while others can barely put a scratch on them, making Steel types a tough powerhouse on most battlefields. Yiuno is a hardened survivor who reflects the qualities of Steel types with his astute and grounded personality. Even when they are both in a pinch, they can entrust their backs to each other and work together to overcome the obstacles in their way.

The result was an amusing deviation from the predictions I’ve listed above. Ghost types are almost synonymous with troublemakers with a penchant for practical jokes and jump scares. They are unpredictable and whimsical, with no qualms to cause misfortunes and create havoc just because it’s their idea of “fun.” These traits seem like a far cry from Yiuno’s pragmatic character—he’d rather strike his foe from the shadows with lightning precision than to needlessly taunt them, in which the latter might give his prey a chance to formulate a counter strategy.

That being said, Yiuno isn’t about all angst and no fun. He has a fairly dark sense of humor, and he is a dangerous glass cannon on the battlefield—making up for the lack of power with unorthodox tactics that can be fatal to those who underestimate him. The come-and-go nature of Ghost types also compliments Yiuno’s wandering lifestyle, and perhaps their fun-loving personality is what Yiuno needs to take some breaks from life responsibilities.

Team Lineup.

Disclaimer. Before I go into details about the thought process behind Yiuno’s dream team, note that the choice is purely based on aesthetics. I ain’t got the brain power to do the math stuff, lol.

With that out of the way, let’s dive into the curious lineup I have picked for Yiuno:

Gengar / Mega Gengar (♂)

In the anime series, this beloved Gen I Ghost-type evolution chain is often depicted as a spooky trio with fondness for haunting abandoned places and scaring any trainers who are passing through their territory. While they have no ill will towards humans, their ghostly pranks aren’t appreciated by people—more often than not, this has resulted in their ominous reputation as harbingers of bad luck. Gengar, in particular, is a Shadow Pokémon that enjoys scaring people from the dark; its ability to absorb heat from its surroundings would explain the chilly atmosphere whenever it appears (or wherever it lurks, even).

I’d imagine that Yiuno and Gengar had a rocky start at first. Gengar would have thought that Yiuno was like any other unsuspecting trainer and tried to prank him for laughs, but Yiuno gave him an eye for an eye—enough to force Gengar to reveal himself and battle the shrewd Viera head-on. When Yiuno did win the fight, Gengar did not take his loss well; he continued to make his new master’s life miserable for quite a while. After many ups and downs, Gengar eventually came to respect Yiuno’s strength and intellect. When he decided to entrust his back to this mysterious, astute master, Gengar’s hidden potential was finally able to shine, and they became a fearsome duo on the battlefield. Their strong bond for each other would eventually allow Yiuno to Mega Evolve his signature Pokémon and attain greater heights.

Marshadow (♀)

This little fellow is a curious addition to Yiuno’s team. Categorized as a Mythical Pokémon, this Fighting/Ghost type would’ve been quite difficult to obtain in the actual game series due to their rarity and limited appearances.

I’d think that Yiuno befriended Marshadow rather than capturing her; she then chose to join Yiuno and became a formidable fighter in his lineup. Marshadow is probably attracted to Yiuno quiet resilience, and Yiuno enjoys having her as a companion (when he needs a timeout from Gengar’s usual prank calls). She’s also a fairly shy Pokémon—she would often hide in Yiuno’s shadow when provoked or frightened outside official battles.

Misdreavus → Mismagius (♀)

Just when Yiuno thought that Gengar was more than enough for the pranks on him, cue in the latter’s partner-in-crime: Misdreavus. While Gengar’s tricks were more practical and tangible, Misdreavus fed on the fears and despairs of her target, and then she would twist their dreams into horrifying nightmares.

If there are any shared traits between Misdreavus and her master, it’d be their craftiness. Though she can make up for her lack in power with her tricks and traps, she eventually chose to evolve into Mismagius due to her competitive streak against Gengar to rake up more personal wins in gym battles.

Shiny Mimikyu (NB)

Another curious addition to Yiuno’s team—in particular, their shared mastery in the art of disguise. Unlike Jessie’s Mimikyu (which had an obsessive hatred towards Pikachu), Yiuno’s companion wore their disguise with pride, and they chose to serve Yiuno after acknowledging the latter’s skills.

This Shiny Mimikyu isn’t all about glam, either—they are the second-fastest Pokémon in Yiuno’s lineup, the first being another member further down this list.

Ceruledge (♀)

Oh, man. This Pokémon is a tough one to tame. Ceruledge is quite the bloodthirsty battler, and she’s willing to play dirty to get the wins. She takes the crown for being the sorest loser in the team (worse than Gengar), but she begins to change for the better under Yiuno, and finally takes real pride in her fighting capabilities.

Though her speed is second to no-one, Ceruledge’s secret wish is to learn sword-dancing to please her master—her way to thank him for his patience with her. Under all that bloodlust, this one is actually a pure maiden at heart.

Spectrier → Shadow Rider Calyrex (♂)

A Legendary Pokémon introduced in Gen VIII, Spectrier is said to be an arrogant stallion that once ruled (or rather, terrorize) a certain region as its strongest lord. In this verse, I’d imagine that he’s still a horse with an inflated ego, and his tyranny had caused grief to the Pokémon living in his realm.

Perhaps Calyrex sought Yiuno to free the land from Spectrier’s cruelty; through battling, Yiuno might have discovered that the only way to put Spectrier in his own place was to combine Calyrex with the former, becoming a Shadow Rider. Facing defeat against Yiuno and Calyrex, Spectrier would probably acknowledge Yiuno as a worthy master to serve.

Afterword.

(Re-posting old quizzes to main blog for archiving purposes.)

Seeing reblogs of Fakemons via @starrysnowdrop reminded me of this old quiz—which, in a twist of fate, I did this only because I saw it from her, too!

Looking back at the sheer amount of stuff I wrote up there, I vaguely recalled a brief spell of developing random headcanons of Yiuno in a Pokémon AU. Honestly, I should stop adding more ideas to my endless list of fic projects I want to develop (but I procrastinate too much to write anything worth publishing, oops). I already have too much on my plate at the moment, though I guess I can still keep this in view and revisit another time when I’m not this un-creative.

quiz: hunger games life story — yiuno.

Tribute of District 2, Victor of the 71st Hunger Games.

You were raised the oldest child in a loving family—lucky, you knew, to never fear starvation. In District 2, you had a comfortable life, but your parents told you that you must resist the violence the Capitol was teaching. That it was better to lose this safe life—better even to die—than to become a monster like the tributes who volunteered for the games and spent their childhood learning to kill… all for the chance of Capitol fame. You listened, like children always do. You believed, like children always do.

Then, when you were eight years old, your parents were drafted into the Peacekeeping Force. “A shortage of willing recruits,” said the grim-faced Peacekeepers who arrived at your door. Your parents refused—refused to fight for the Capitol. The punishment for refusing was death. Hanged in the town square, as an example to others.

They forced you to watch… with your four-year-old brother, too.

With time, he forgot. But you never did.

You decided that it was better to be strong than kind; better to be smart than foolishly idealistic. So you trained with the careers and learned to throw knives with deadly accuracy. You took over your father’s job as a stonemason, and resolved to protect your siblings, always. Nothing else mattered. You would put them first, over fantasies of a world without the Capitol’s cruelty. You would love no one else and nothing else; otherwise, it would only make you weak.

Your parents had abandoned you. You wouldn’t do the same.

When you were seventeen, your thirteen-year-old brother was reaped for the games. You weren’t surprised—you’d been waiting for this and dreading it for years. But this time, you were prepared. You’d watched every year’s games carefully, memorizing which strategies worked and which didn’t, perfected your skill with the throwing knives and the spear. You volunteered to take your brother’s place, like you always knew you would.

You didn’t cry when you said goodbye to your brother and sisters. You told your brother that he had to be strong now. You told your two younger sisters that they had to look out for each other, because no one else would. That you’d be back soon… But in case you weren’t, you loved them.

“I love you.”

I love you, I love you… I love you. You hadn’t said those words so plainly in years. They made you vulnerable, like something in you had cracked open, a part of your heart that you normally kept tightly closed and covered up.

You told your siblings not to watch the Games. You didn’t want them to see if you died, but also because you didn’t want them to see you kill. To see what you were capable of.

For them, you reminded yourself. Only for them.

For the Chariot Parade, your Stylist dressed you in a warrior’s outfit, tight black fabric with bronze armor—the weapon that symbolized District 2. You weren’t the most beautiful, but you drew the crowd’s eyes. In training, you demonstrated your skill with throwing spears to win your way into the Career pack. You spent most of your time at the knot station, something you had never learned in your district. No one else joined you there, except for a few young and timid tributes. You tried not to look at them, tried not to think about them.

The instructor taught you how to set snares for small animals, but you asked him to show you larger traps. Your real prey, after all, were the other Careers. And you needed an inventive trick to defeat them, because they were all equally skilled with weapons, and most were much stronger than you, too.

In your private session with the Gamemakers, you finally showcased your true talent: knife throwing. You awed the Gamemakers with your lethal accuracy and speed, scoring a ‘9’ in training. In your interview, you wore a simple black dress and your long hair in an elegant bun. Caesar asked you what you liked about the Capitol; you merely said that the people were lovely. A lie that burned your throat, but one that would hopefully win you sponsors. He asked whether you thought you could win, and you said no. You didn’t think so—you knew it.

You took no district token into the arena, because you needed no reminder of home. You truly believed you would return to it. You needed to believe it.

When the Games began, you raced into the Cornucopia with the other Careers. You grabbed a case of knives and killed a boy just seconds before he would have attacked you. The bloodbath seemed to be over so quickly, probably because you were filled with the rush of adrenaline. When it was over, you stood with the other Careers in the wreckage. Seven tributes were dead—one by your hand. You didn’t feel anything. Only one thought remained in your head, repeating like a heartbeat. I have to get back to my family.

The boy from District 1 gave you a sharp look. “Good job with that knife,” he said. “Oh no, it was a lucky shot,” you laughed—but you didn’t think he believed you. Trying to keep up appearances, you traded your throwing knives for a spear another boy had picked up. But you kept one knife secretly concealed in your tunic.

For a couple of days, you stayed with the Careers, hunting weaker tributes at night and guarding your supplies during the day. Whenever you killed, you tried hard to make it quick and painless. It helped you suppress the guilt. By the third day, tensions were rising and you knew it was time. While the other Careers slept, you quietly slit the throat of the girl keeping watch with you. She didn’t have time to make a sound, she probably didn’t even feel it. You killed three more sleeping Careers the same way, before one woke up and screamed a warning. Grabbing the throwing knives, you fled.

You waited out the fighting for almost a week, hidden in the woods in a corner of the arena. Constantly moving around to minimize your chances of being caught. The three remaining Careers tried to find you, but they couldn’t. There was a feast—you didn’t go. Finally, there was only the boy from District 1 left.

Then you left the edge of the arena and headed a little ways in, closer to the Cornucopia. Weaving rope from vines, you carefully set the trap you’d learned back in training. With your supplies and a staged campfire as bait, to make it seem as though this was where you’d been living. Then you hid nearby. Waited for hours. He came.

When his leg was caught tightly in the snare, you emerged. He thrashed, but it took only two knives for you to kill him, staying safely out of his reach.

His dead eyes haunted you, afterward. But you returned to your brothers and sisters—as the victor of the 71st Hunger Games.

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A pretty long read, yes, but with a major theme that I’m sure many of you can relate: doing whatever it takes to save your loved ones—no matter the price to pay, no matter the consequences to bear. When you have no choice but to cast your moral compass aside and give into your survival instincts, for only the strongest can live on while the others must die. Only the last one standing has the strength and power to protect another; how else can you do that if you can’t even save yourself?

Whether it’s merely a necessity to complete his job or a resignation to his immortal fate, Yiuno isn’t as apathetic as he appears to be. He does have a soft spot for very specific people—namely, those he’d consider to be family. He definitely wants to reunite with his twin sister, Yiuna, his only blood kin left in the world; that doesn’t mean he’d forsake the new family under his care now.

Yiuno was reluctant at first—babysitting wasn’t his forte, and certainly not those with personalities that rubbed him the wrong way. Sora is a child: pure and innocent, but she carries a heavy responsibility that clashes with her hot temper. Aisa, while inquisitive and hardworking, still has a very long way to go for her talents to fully bloom. Then there’s Y’shtola, the only woman in the world he’d ever regard as an equal—though he often refuses to admit it, at least not openly.

Yiuno is certainly a tough nut to crack, after being hardened by the horrors of his past—too bloody to describe, too many to count, too long to keep track of. For all the experiences he has under the belt, for all the deception he’s done over the millennia, you’d never imagine a simple line such as “I love you” could break the impassive mask on this man’s pretty face. Was it a lie? Or there might be a shadow of truth in a declaration like that? No one knows; not even the very person who said those words himself.

Yiuno thought that his eternal life would’ve turned him cold: numb to the pain of suffering, ignorant to the guilt of his choices, and forget the regrets born from his mistakes. He often lied to himself that it was for his own good, that his own needs superseded the existence of others. Yet he is afraid to be reduced to nothing more than a killing machine, a tool of destruction who succumbs and submits to his sorry destiny. He struggles to keep a semblance of conscience, a sense of self—or whatever that is left in him.

(Re-posting old quizzes to this main blog for archiving purposes.)

Won’t tag anyone, given that this quiz is extremely long. I did this on a whim—as you can see, it’s from quotev, not uquiz—and the result read like a second-person fanfiction. Kudos to the quiz maker, because the writing is actually good for something fun and casual like this. I do recommend people giving this a try and read the different result stories.

Though Suzanne Collins, the author of The Hunger Games series (THG for short), had repeatedly denied that her story idea was a rip-off of Battle Royale (or BR, by Koushun Takami, published in 1999), many critics believed that the her books were, at its core, a modern spin on the latter.

I have read both novels; I won’t go into an all-out (and probably unnecessarily) analysis of them here, but I personally prefer BR more. For anyone looking for pure entertainment factor in narratives, BR is the clear winner. It’s even more ironic that one of the major themes explored in THG was about manipulation and ethics of entertainment, but it failed to capture the adrenaline rush and wow factor where they really mattered; many times, those moments fell flat to me. Meanwhile, in BR, entertainment wasn’t even the main purpose of the novel—but it was able to ensnare us, the readers, completely into a twisted dystopian Japan far better than what THG did with the Capitol.

I absolutely love AUs—I enjoy putting characters out of their comfort zone into alternate universes with completely different rules from what they knew and used to. As a huge fan of character studies and experimental writing, I find it fun to explore my muses from a different perspective when I put them in various settings.

“She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one...” — Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

18. Has your OC ever had a prophecy made about them? Was it a big deal or did they ignore it? Was it straightforward or cryptic? Did it ever come to pass or did they circumvent it?

(GET TO KNOW THE OC ASKS — for Maha!)

Well, no such thing as a 'prophecy', per se, but there are two things about Maha that are somewhat similar.

The first is that she believes she has been cursed by Nymeia. Blessed and cursed, actually. She is extraordinarily lucky at times, and then extremely unlucky at others. It makes her life pretty chaotic and she hates it, but at the same time, sometimes it's fun for her. With her taking as many risks as she does, she can't help but pay at least some lip-service to the goddess, and believes this has attracted her ire over the course of time.

The second is that Maha possesses the Echo. She doesn't know why or what it's fully capable of (as she doesn't have access to avenues of knowledge that the WoL does) but she takes it in stride as just another vehicle for divination. IIRC the Echo is different for everyone; for Maha, it allows her to peer into the future rather than the past, and the thing that triggers it the most is when a promise or declaration of duty is made and she's able to witness its outcome, to an extent.

character associations — yiuno.

Tagged by @miqojak. Combined from 5 Things, and Character Features.

emotions & feelings.

apathy. / bloodlust. / cynical. / inquisitive. / melancholic.

greetings.

curt nod. / offhand wave. / raised eyebrows. / sideways glance. / tight-lipped smile.

body language.

crossed arms or legs. / finger on lips. / hands in pockets. / pinch nose. / rest chin on hands.

clothing.

as yiuno — high necks. / hoodies. / three-piece suits. / trench coats.

as yiune — far eastern. / high-cut silt dresses. / over-the-knee boots. / stockings.

colors.

monochrome. / neutral palette. / dark and cool themes.

objects.

a curious deck of tarot cards. Can be used both defensively (as shields) and offensively (as throwing blades).

flip cards with binder ring. For summoning familiars (in the form of black owls) to do scout work for him.

leather-bound necklace with a wind-aspected crystal. Used as a voice changer for some of his disguises.

scents.

freshly-brewed coffee or tea.

rain-scented air after a drizzle or shower.

smell of battlefield; of blood and gunpowder.

vices.

chaotic alignment. Only motivated by his own goals and agendas, he has no qualms to switch allegiance or betray people according to his own needs and wants.

manipulative liar. He’s highly mistrustful towards people and fairly unwilling to open up to others, preferring to conceal his real self behind multiple layers of deception. He also charms or tricks them into getting his own way or to do his bidding.

mercenary. If you want his assistance, he expects reasonable payments for his troubles. He doesn’t operate on benevolence.

sadistic. He enjoys watching people being punished; occasionally he may take a more active role and torment others instead.

aesthetics.

blood splatters on snow-covered fields.

dusty tomes and abandoned libraries.

heavy fog over mountainous landscapes.

secret hallways and hidden alleys.

whiskey on the rock, served in lowball.

songs.

over the clouds — alan.

The moon that quietly soaked in sadness Paints the land red and disappears Can you hear my voice? In this bloodthirsty era Can I continue to be myself?

rapport — tatsuya kitani.

In the tranquil solitude I wished for a quiet end I felt sad for something inside me that was slowly going cold But it didn’t matter To love someone and to want to be loved It means that there is an equal amount of pain involved That’s why I kept my heart closed But now you have entered deep into it

song of lamentation — kokia.

Every time I tried to protect something Someone was sacrificed Wondering what we’ve been fighting for My heart lamented in silence

I thought that as long as I live, I’d be fine Until something I treasure was taken away from me I felt like I could hear the sound of my heart breaking Is it okay to go on like this?

truth — arashi.

I can’t return (after the tears that fell) Memories swirling (the colors of freezing tears) At the end of this world where everything was taken away

No matter what kind of ending I create, my heart remains a mystery Like the darkness that approaches the truth No matter what kind of world I create, I can’t see tomorrow Like a lily, pure and untainted My wishes remain transparent

weight of the world (japanese) — keiichi okabe ft. marina kawano.

This is my curse The depth of the sins I’ve committed Even with my corrupted soul I’ll still redeem your wish

This is my curse The pain of killing a promise With the final dream I threw away I’ll still atone for your wish

All lyrics translations (except “rapport”) are by @why-raven. Please credit if use. Do not claim as your own.