#absols write

[altarfates]

BASICS.

Name: Yukito ( Yuki ) Hirata Aliases: Eli Gender: trans male Pronouns: he / him Age: 27 Orientation: demi. Date of birth: unknown Birthplace: Goldenrod City, Johto. Current residence: Lilycove City, Hoenn. Profession: Analyst, Strategist.   Affiliations: Team Magma ( admin ) Type specialization: dark / fire

APPEARANCE

Height: 5’6 Build: lithe Eye color: gold Hair color: white Hair style: short, kept fastidiously neat. Scars: corrugated burn scarring that starts at the ridges of his knuckles and rises up his forearm, ending at the elbow. Other: almost always wears gloves alongside the uniform indicative of team magma. POKEMON - Absol. ♂ ( Nova )  nova and yuki have been travelling together since he first left johto, they’re inseparable and yuki considers them his partner pokemon. - Talonflame. ♀ ( Cinder ) was given to him by maxie as a fletchling, is primarily used for communicating intelligence between magma agents. PERSONALITY

Yukito’s perspective and ambitions are dictated wholly by the objectives of Maxie and team magma by extension. He’s invariably skeptical about those outside of the organization if not out-right hostile, with a particularly apparent abhorrence towards those in positions of authority. In his mind Maxie’s goals, directives and words are absolute and thus there is no room for fatuous things like compromise. Positives: Decisive, Industrious, Loyal. Negatives: Fanatical, Callous, Vindictive. Neutrals: Meticulous, Reserved, Straightforward. Humor: Deadpan.

HEALTH

Mental: ASD. Physical: He experiences a prickling numbness in the extremities affected by his burns, lack of some sensation and limited / impacted functionality of his left hand. Addictions: None that he will admit to. BACKGROUND

Yuki has no family to speak of, no one he would regard as such anyway. As far as he is concerned his life began the night he fled from his foster family’s home in Goldenrod, stealing what he surmised would be enough to get him far enough away to not be found. It wasn’t his first attempt, it was, however, his first successful attempt. The money he had managed to steal was only enough to get him on his feet, passing through towns seeking quick ways to scrounge enough money together to keep himself afloat. For a long time his journey continued like that, listless and without purpose, it was just him and Nova. That Absol was his family’s pokemon and it had been with them long before he had arrived, each time the troubled youth attempted to escape it would follow him, ignoring his insistence that it return home. Just like each time before it pursued him, no matter how he attempted to elude it they would be reunited, eventually he begrudgingly gave in and the two of them became travel companions. It was during his travels, adrift without a clear way forward or an ambition of his own, that Yuki first crossed paths with Team Magma. This wasn’t his first encounter with someone of dubious moral standing, after all, he had made deals, traded in wares and done menial jobs in exchange for goods many times with people like them in the past but it was the first time that someone boldly declaring such an ambition had rattled him. For the first time since he had turned his back on that old-life he felt as if he wanted to be part of something so investigating them, their ambition and how to join their ranks became his single-minded purpose. After he was recruited, through his own persistent demands, Yuki worked assiduously to not only spread the word of team magma but to enforce it. His reverence toward Maxie and unreasonable expectations made him hellish to work along-side but it was that same unfaltering resolve and the analytical lens he viewed the world through that made him an asset to the team and their joint ambition. As he rose through the ranks his stringent expectations became imposed upon others even more fervently. Those who align with Maxie’s ideals admire him and those who don’t quite understand his zealous admiration for the Leader tend to find him a little peculiar if not slightly off-putting. Being disliked by others doesn’t impede his ability to be useful to Maxie, both as a strategist and in the transmitting of intel, so in his mind it is utterly insignificant. 

[kingofanemptyworld]

pokémon: verdant winds —beginnings and endings

WBK Pokémon AU | 1.5k

In the middle of the ash-painted hills just east of Fallarbor, Sakura sits in the shade of a rocky overhang, relying on its scant protection against the volcanic debris to keep himself mostly clean. The jacket’s a hand-me-down from a relative he only met twice, and his shoes might as well as never have had tread to begin with with how badly he’s worn down the soles. It’s not the clothes he cares about, really, it’s the pokéball cupped in his hands that he’s been staring at for god knows how long.

He presses the center button and the pokéball expands to fit perfectly in the curve of his palm. He presses it again so that it shrinks into a size he can hold between his thumb and forefinger. Presses the button, expand, presses it again, shrink. Rinse, repeat, like those games he’s seen other kids play with flowers.

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.

Stupid way to make a decision, in his opinion. No flower’s gonna be able to tell you what a person thinks of you. It’s actions that matter, not words, and not hearsay. The only thing you can rely on is your own damn judgment. Whether you can see through the facade is on you and you alone.

He loves me…

Expand.

He loves me not…

Shrink.

There’s a weight in Sakura’s hand that doesn’t match the size of the pokéball, big or small, and there’s a weight on his chest that he tries to breathe through, forcing air past his too-tight throat.

Love has nothing to do with this — it’s got nothing to do with other people, either. He has a choice to make, that’s all. Which he can’t do until a certain someone shows their face and gives him a chance to answer the question he’d been asked when this pokéball was first dropped unceremoniously into his lap.

The ash continues to fall, smearing across Sakura’s shoes when he kicks out in a frustrated shuffle. He could have stayed holed up in his house today, avoiding the townspeople and traveling contest participants alike. He wouldn’t be dusty then, at least. His parents wouldn’t notice or care about the mess — they won’t be home for another week, the conference they’d been asked to attend was in Sootopolis and they’d gone by cruise. But he’d still have to clean up after himself, and it’s a bitch to mop the floors every time he comes back from Route 113.

“Shit.”

Sakura stows the pokéball in his pocket, shrunken, and pushes himself to his feet. He brushes off his shoulders and the front of his jacket as best he can, ignoring the soot he can feel settling in his hair. He shouldn’t have bothered waiting all this time. They’ll be leaving Fallarbor in less than a month, anyway, so there’s no point in—

Pebbles skitter down from the overhang above him just as Sakura moves to step out. A shadow sails over him, blurry and indistinct among the drifting ash, and then there’s a body blocking his path.

Absol.

He cuts a striking figure in an otherwise desolate-looking landscape. Bright white fur, sharp claws that glide easily through the soil. Curving horn that carves straight through the air ahead of him.

He’d scared the shit out of Sakura the day they met. Appearing out of nowhere from the underbrush, on the heels of a Sandshrew frantically trying to dig itself an escape route, and nearly flattening Sakura in the process.

The anger had come first, quick and blistering the way it always was — is — and Sakura had snapped out some insult he can’t even remember now. Absol had turned a cool, assessing look on him, abruptly ignoring the Sandshrew even as its tail disappeared into the earth. They’d stared each other down, unmoving — until the rockslide started Sakura into taking cover.

When the dust settled and he’d realized what had happened (two Skamory fighting over scraps gouged a chunk of rock out of a nearby cliff, which knocked everything loose in its path to the ground), Sakura had found Absol standing over him, his piercing eyes on the fallen rocks.

That Sandshrew would’ve gotten crushed.

The thought hit him like a truck. Absol had chased the other pokemon out of the danger zone, and prevented Sakura from moving into it. And not by accident.

He’d heard stories about Absol; you couldn’t grow up in this region without getting your ear talked off by some crotchety old person with their own harrowing tale of disaster from their youth. Absol was a bad omen, a sign of impending doom. They only showed up right before a fire, or a storm; even experienced trainers rarely saw them out in the wild unless trouble was brewing.

But they didn’t cause the disasters, did they? They acted as a warning.

When the Absol finally turned to leave, Sakura didn’t expect they’d ever cross paths again.

Every time Sakura ventured out onto Route 113, though, Absol found him. He watched, in the beginning, from high vantage points. He came closer whenever Sakura stayed still for long enough, as infrequent as that was.

Sakura started — talking, at some point. To himself! Just thinking out loud, so the quiet, dampening effect of the ash wasn’t quite so prominent. Dumb things, inconsequential things, like complaining about stubbing his toe against a chair that morning, or the unsubtle stares from the kids lingering outside the contest center. One day Absol started talking back. Little growls and chirps and weird vocalizations Sakura didn’t have a name for.

And now they’re here, with Absol standing in front of him, head cocked in question, and Sakura feeling for the pokéball in his pocket.

“I’m, uh.” Sakura winces, clenching his hand around the pokéball. “You dropped this,” he says, ripping his hand free of his pocket and uncurling his fingers enough to reveal the pokéball. “Before. Last time I was out here.”

Absol continues to regard him silently, like a goddamn statue. Sakura curses and lets the pokéball roll from his hand, where it drops to the ground and rolls to a stop right in front of Absol’s neatly tucked paws.

“Y’have it back now,” Sakura says, gruff, turning his head so he’s not making eye contact with Absol. “So we’re… good.”

He scuffs his heel in the dirt, hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders hunched. Still looking away from Absol. And he can’t even say why, exactly, this is getting to him so much. He’s leaving, he’s not a trainer, he’s — Sakura Haruka.

He’s used to this. He’s had to get used to this.

Something nudges against his foot.

Sakura looks down instinctively. The pokéball’s just bounced off his sneaker, rocking back and forth for a moment before falling still. He raises his eyes slightly to see Absol bent down, eyes rolled up to look back at him, clearly having just sent the ball back towards him.

Sakura’s shoulders drop even as his fingers curl into the fabric of his pants. “What, Pick Up ain’t your ability?” He knows it’s not, he’d looked it up before. Purely to know what he was dealing with. “You dropped a pokéball in my lap,” he reminds Absol, “and the only other thing I can think of is—“

He cuts himself off, scowling.

“Not a trainer,” he says, narrowing his eyes at Absol, who returns his stare, unblinking. “I’m not doing the gym challenge, or contests, or… or anything cool. You don’t wanna come with me, alright?”

In answer, all Absol does is raise his head and lift his paw to trap the pokéball. Without taking his eyes off Sakura, he rolls the ball forward again, placing it firmly between Sakura’s feet.

Sakura’s ears burn and he furiously scrubs a hand over his face, knowing full well it won’t do anything to wipe away the red scrawled across his cheeks.

God, fuck, he hates this. Absol is offering— and he’s so stuck on the what-ifs, so unsettled by the possibility of anything working out in his favor.

His thoughts snag on the excuse he’s just given. I’m not doing the gym challenge. He isn’t, and until now he hasn’t been interested in it. Hasn’t had a Pokémon to take it on with.

He thinks of the empty house he’ll be walking back into. The weeks of radio silence from his parents. The promise of always sticking around a town just long enough for him to become the local pariah before he’s uprooted again and again and again.

Sakura crouches down, slowly. Plucks up the pokéball, slides his thumb over the button. It expands to fit snugly in his grip, and Absol picks himself up and pads closer, until he’s practically nose-to-nose with Sakura.

“Don’t come cryin’ to me if you regret this later.”

Absol squints at him — almost like a smile — and butts his nose against the pokéball, triggering it to open. He disappears in a flash of red light, and the pokéball rocks in his grip. Once, twice, three times — the button lights up and something in Sakura’s chest unravels.

He holds onto the pokéball all the way back to Fallarbor, full-sized and warm against his palm.

Three days later, he registers himself for the gym challenge and doesn’t look back.

[teecupangel]

This idea came because @thewolfprince left this in the Ditto Desmond idea:

I’ll be totally honest my brain saw “Desmond” and “Pokemon” and went “RATONHNHAKÉ:TON GETS DESMOND POKEMON COMPANION TOO???”

Here’s @thewolfprince’s Desmond as Altaïr’s Eevie/Sylvion fic based on this and this is the Desmond as Ezio’s Zoruark fic based on this.

I thought Ditto!Desmond would be better off as a Ditto masquerading as a trainer so here’s Ratonhnhaké:ton getting Desmond as a different Pokemon instead.

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He had heard of the Disaster Pokemon.

Everyone had.

Many were afraid of it.

Many say that it brings catastrophe wherever it goes.

To see it would mean it was there to bring pain and suffering.

But Ratonhnhaké:ton’s village did not believe that.

Absol wasn’t the bringer of disasters.

He was the herald.

He was the crier.

He was there to warn those who would be affected.

He was there trying to save them.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton, what’s wrong?” One of his playmates asked when he didn’t move.

He should be closing his eyes so his friends could hide.

“We need to go.” Ratonhnhaké:ton said as he continued to stare at those clear blue eyes.

Eyes begging him to understand.

One of his friends turned to where he was staring at and gasped, “It’s a shiny Absol!”

All of the children ran towards them to look at the Pokemon standing a few meters away from them, his white fur and red skin contrasting the trees between them.

“We need to go!” Ratonhnhaké:ton shouted at his friends.

The Absol nodded slightly and Ratonhnhaké:ton could feel something inside him tell him.

Go home.

Tell mother.

Save the village.

“The village is in trouble!” Ratonhnhaké:ton shouted and began to ran. The other children ran as well, following Ratonhnhaké:ton.

They all remember their parents’ words…

“If you see an Absol, return to the village and tell everyone to ‘run’.”

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I was debating if he should have a Braviary!Desmond but an eagle motif Pokemon feels like it should be all of his ancestors’ Pokemon or, being my bias, Altaïr’s Pokemon.

Then I thought of making Desmond one of my favorite Pokemon, Froslass, and idea was Ratonhnhaké:ton would try to cross a mountain during a severe snowstorm and loses his consciousness on the way, the last thing he sees being a Froslass who brings him to an abandoned cabin deep into the forest but then I remember @saberamane suggesting Absol to be part of Desmond’s Pokemon team and I couldn’t resist XD

[pnthra]

i can't remember if i ever posted this and stumbled back across it, so obviously that means aster n absol posting time!! (art by mootecky on twit!)

[worldtree-pokemons]

@ask-the-monarch-absol *the absol approached the giratina, judgemental eyes looking the being up and down.*

Destino: I find legends rather fascinating, especially one with a reputation like yours. The Void Spirit is what the one of your kind is known as in my realm. A being capable of mass destruction. Truly a marvellous gift. Tell me, have you also caused the same levels of chaos? Or are you someone who chooses not to use their power as they should?

"A gift?"

That tone, that serious face, all just like the King of Knowledge. As if that already wasn't making the 'void spirit' grimace and sneer, the mention of wasted potential of destruction has already made him more agitated, his head looming over Destino as an act of defiance.

"If you've had that power, you'd know it is nothing but a curse. Those below will fear and leave you, those above will rid you of your freedom."

"All that's left is never ending stagnation."

Despite the rising tension, the giratina chose to lean back and remain calm, this was not worth his time of day.

"What I choose to do with this power is not for you to know. Your presence sickens me, you will leave this realm at once."

[fluxydrawings]

art is all about drawin the most self indulgent shit possible. have Crane from this one undertale oc insert fic i adore deeply that hasnt upd8ed since 2016 and haunts me and Siffrin In Stars And Time hangin out :) I think they'd be friends <3

[geekcat]

“And…there,” Dib said, sitting back and looking up in pride at the tent he’d set up. “Now we have a base of operations.”

The tent was big enough for just two people…or perhaps one person and a not-too-large Pokémon. Dib turned to his partner Pokémon, Absol, who had been stalking through the clearing while he’d worked on the tent. “What do you think?”

Absol paced over, carefully sniffing the tent over, even poking his head inside the flap. Once he’d finished his inspection, he approached Dib and bumped his head against his shoulder. Dib grinned, reaching up to scratch his partner behind his horn, his hand practically disappearing underneath thick white fur.

“Now that it’s ready, we should scout out the area!” Dib said. Currently, they were standing in a clearing on a forested mountainside. Dib was specifically interested in the clearing filled with meteors that wasn’t far off…specifically in what strange or unusual Pokémon might be attracted to those meteors.

He started hiking through the forest, Absol following along behind him. However, at one point Absol paused, staring up at the slope of the mountain for several seconds…before snorting and trotting to catch up with his human.

[controlledchaos1342-blog]

Random Rambling Regarding Headcannons for [Pokemon] Dark and Fay Types of Love

They say that a normal and good love is one made of feathers and pearls, of sweet berries and sometimes bitter leaves.

They say that the love of a Dark is made of sharp claws and shards of glass, of poison and late nights.

They say that the love of a Fay is cloyingly sweet, like a fruit that's been left to rot and now you lay with your body being enveloped in something you can't ever escape.

I will not argue over such matters. There will be no convincing that a love from the Dark or Fay are not what they are.

But those sharp claws tear at the foes who would hurt the love, the shards of glass sparkle and glitter in the light even if a poorly handled piece cuts deep, the poison is drunk deeply and fully while knowing full well, and the nights are filled with stars and hopes and the assurance that the fears in daylight will not, can not, come here.

The Fay work in exchanges. The love gives them a feeling of pure elation and the Fay merely wishes to repay that kindness. When the love of Fay is given, it is in truth earned in little talks, earned in gentle touches, earned in soft words and screaming laughter.

Do not fear the love of the Dark or the love of the Fay, for they merely act in what they understand. But do not merely let them act in instinct. A normal love does not come to be simply because it is. The feathers must be plucked, the pearls are encased in hard shells, and the sweetest berries and the bitter leaves look no different to a poisonous breed.

[ask-team-misfit]

[ in response to this ; @ask-the-royal-absol ]

Watching the five Rock-types move what must have been massive chunks of wall was impressive, for a few moments. Upon seeing how quickly it drained their strength and how exhausted they appeared after the fact, her amazement faded and became concern.

As they looked at her, she smiled down at them apologetically, as very familiar self-conscious feelings crept up in her.

After all, it wouldn't be the first time others went above and beyond because of her larger size.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Pikavee slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. She's smiling nervously, and her eyes are closed. A few sweat drops are present on her face. Her ears are drooped down. Pikavee's appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Pikavee: "S-sorry for all the trouble… thank you so much. Even for someone as big as me, you're offering a room."

Her usual meek smile was more forced at the moment. It felt funny enough having spoke to King Flint, an actual king in the flesh. The closest thing back in Sciliva were celebrities; Pokemon famous enough to have scores of plushies made in their likeness.

She wondered if she were too casual with the Excadrill, with his officials, even. Should she have bowed? Addressed them in a special way?

All these would've-could've-should've thoughts only made her more nervous, and she was sticking out as is.

Little else to do but follow her assigned guides to her room. She trailed behind at a distance considerably more generous than usual, watching her feet quite a bit more than she would have otherwise; she soon became self-conscious over how hard she stepped even, despite her footfalls being quite soft in reality, being a cat-like Pokemon. Soft as a giant cat-like Pokemon could be, that is.

Now that she was thinking of King Flint, again his comment stuck out in her mind. About her parents.

[incog9012]

A Late Night Absol Thought

Since I'm struggling to stay asleep tonight and I'm up as it is, have a thought tonight:

Absols are predisposed to experiencing heart attacks as a result of extreme stress that comes from their disaster-sensinf abilities. Interestingly, their bodies also seem to have countermeasures to ensure an Absol can actually survive these heart attacks without major consequences, if any at all. This does, however, still leave them at a higher risk of death by heart attack. In addition, more than one trainer will be shocked to find their Absol locked up and seemingly without pulse, only for them to bounce back within minutes to warn them of disaster. Take care of your Absol!

Please stay in close contact with your preferred pokemon doctor to ensure your Absol meets stress thresholds and is not at increased risk of heart attack.

[askwanderingdreamer]

Birthday gift of Yua being absolutely adorable to another Absol? to my close pal @floofangel the happy feelings; ended up commissioning @askcapital for this

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Frozen Heart

Tama wraps her arms around herself as she rubs her shoulders, trying to warm herself up more. She was leaning against Absol, with the Pichu Brothers huddled between them and Hoopa floating about with worry. A Macargo was sitting in front of them, the poor Fire-Type looking a bit confused but otherwise fine.

"Still can't make a portal, Hoopa?" Tama asks softly, body shivering still.

Hoopa shakes his head, dejected.

Tama sighs softly. "It's not your fault, Hoopa.. that shadow thing was really weird.."

She flicks her ears in hopes of activating that weird hearing thing she has, but theres nothing. Its all muffled, and theres a soft ringing that she's pretty sure is from her head slamming into the ground when the shadow spat her out.

"Hey, Macargo?" She speaks up softly to the Pokémon. "Do you.. want to come with us?" She smiles nervously. "Please?"

The Pokémon eyes her before letting out an affirmative "Macargo."

Thankful for that, Tama stands up. The Pichu Brothers snuggle themselves on either side of her neck, and Absol stands close to her. With Hoopa easily picking up Macargo, the group began to walk.

Snow was endless, covering every square inch. The trees were a snowy white, the sky was a deep gray, and the ambient sounds were so loud.

Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining..

Tama glances around as they get to the edge of a forest, looking around. She felt a small shift in her, and she could hear the clinking of armor. Instrurtments and music.

She gestures for the Pokémon to be quiet as they continue to walk.

This icy force, both foul and fair, has a frozen heart worth mining.

Tama wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them as she tried to stay warm. Even if Macargo was nearby, she still felt very, very cold. Like her heart was frozen over or something of the sort.

Strike for love and strike for fear. See the beauty, sharp and clear.

Tama paused when she spotted something in the distance. She tilted her head and pointed. "Absol? Do you see that?"

"Sol?" Absol tilted her head before her eyes narrowed. In the distance, she saw something. A camp, maybe?

Split the ice apart, and break the frozen heart.

Tama tripped on a hidden root. With a shriek, she went tumbling down the hill, the Pichu Brothers managing to hop off just before.

"Absol!"

"Pi!" "Chu!"

"Hoppa!"

"Macargo!"

She heard the cries of the Pokémon as she tumbled, but she couldn't stop herself. She stopped rolling eventually, stopping some dozen or so feet from the encampent.

Hup! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go!

Tama rubs her head and looks up. Her ears pin back when she sees several fully armored soldiers staring at her, their own eyes wide. Soon enough the Pokémon were by her sides, and the soldiers were drawing their weapons and instruments.

"Oh Muses," Tama whispers.

Hup! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go!

Tama scrambles to her feet and runs as fast as she can, just narrowly dodging whatever arrows and spells are shot at her. She can hear the Pokémon fire their own attacks before rushing after her.

"After her!"

Beautiful, powerful, dangerous, cold!

"Run, run, run.." Tama whispers under her breath as she kept on running. She shrieks in fear when an arrow whizzes past.

Ice has a magic can't be controlled.

She hears the distinct sound of something bubbling. Just like the bubbling she hear before she and Tiresias were grabbed by the strange, stinging shadows.

Stronger than one, stronger than ten..

Tama turns around and stumbles as she runs, looking down at her shadows. The Pokémon bolt past her.

Stronger than a hundred men.

It's grown larger and a pair of yellow eyes are glaring at her.

"HA!"

And the shadow moves and grows, swallowing them up, leaving bewildered soldiers watching.

The stinging shadows spit her out in what's clearly a castle. Cold, freezing cold. Icy pillars..

And the sound of someone approaching.

Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining.. This icy force, both foul and fair, has a frozen heart worth mining.

Tama scrambles to her feet as, from behind a pillar, Queen Fleurette emerged. She held in her paw a rune.

Cut through the heart, cold and clear.

With a flick of the queen's tail, ice shards began to shoot at the Pokémon, forcing them to run and dodge, rushing away from Tama.

Strike for love..

Queen Fleurette approached, her heels clacking.

Strike for fear..

Tama's breath grew quicker as she fell back, continuing to back away.

There's beauty..

Fleurette's eyes narrowed, clutching the rune tighter. Hesitation and determination flowed in her eyes.

And there's danger here..

Tama's ears pinned back as she stared up at the queen, terrified.

Split the ice apart!

The queen tossed the rune.

Beware the frozen heart..

Tama cries out as it hit her square in the chest. A horrible freeze goes over her body as she sits and wraps her arms around herself.

The Pokémon, no longer being assaulted by ice, ran over to her as Fleurette watched. Tama tried to get up, tried to stand, but.. she couldn't..

She opened her eyes and stared in horror to see they were frozen.

Pichu Big and Pichu Little let out terrified cries, trying to nudge her as Macargo moved closer, trying to warm her up.

As the ice spreads to her abdomen, Tama looks to Fleurette helplessly.

"I'm sorry, little kit," the queen murmurs. "But this is for the greater good."

Shadows and ice move, and the Pokémon are gone. Sent back to Luminos, not that Tama knows.

The ice freezes Tama over, and the kit takes her final breath.

Fleurette stands there, looking at the frozen one. At the back of her mind, something nags her that this is wrong. Something about Lumiere's mutterings, about needing two things..

Muses, she could hardly think.

Somewhere, very faintly, she swears she can hear a scream of despair.

[kingofanemptyworld]

I haven’t been working on pokemon teams but I have, tentatively, been working on getting some writing done. first glimpse of verdant winds sakura!

In the middle of the ash-painted hills just east of Lavaridge, Sakura sits in the shade of a rocky overhang, relying on its scant protection against the volcanic debris to keep himself mostly clean. The jacket’s a hand-me-down from a relative he only met twice, and his shoes might as well as never have had tread to begin with with how badly he’s worn down the soles. It’s not the clothes he cares about, really, it’s the pokéball cupped in his hands that he’s been staring at for god knows how long.

[lightofunova]

Previous

Reshi watched on in a mixture of awe and horror as the giratina deftly bound Destino. The madtery over his skills had her reeling, heart bounding as she wondered whether to be scared or thankful. It was clear his intent wasn’t to be malicious, that was certain.

She couldn’t help the nerves though, they had been shot one too many times that night.

Even so, she watched him leave, his words hitting somewhere deep down. He had stayed and listened, he had looked past her anger. He believed she could still enjoy herself, that was something familiar. Something warm that she missed. It wasn’t who she wished was here, yet…

Kyurem@Reshi:

She hadn’t noticed him enter, too preoccupied with the Giratina, and thusly the absol as well. She looked over at their writing form for a moment before finally registering everything the elder said.

Taking a bite, a soft smile spread across her face, a gentle warmth enveloping her. For the first time that night, her hair lit anew in a gentle manner. Like a candle burning, it was small yet bright.

It was still a god awful night, it would take her far too long to cope with some of the pain that transpired earlier that evening.

And yet, the warmth that was missing finally came back to her.

“I just need a moment. Not here, not now. But some day I will explain it to you. Thank you.”

( @ask-the-royal-absol , @askthehoenngods )

[Relationships have been updated!]

[bubblerise]

my love live pokemon au is so fun bc ruby's partner pokemon is sylveon and yohane's is umbreon and it's SO perfect.. they are so my melo x kuromi coded its crazy. the gfs matching even with their gay pokemon AHHH im screaming

[zazter-den]

Dream I had last night about the ravenous hunger of a hawkish hero Keigo, as they look at Endeavor's yakitori: "You done here? Cause I'll finish that"

Keigo, swiping a scant few takoyaki from Fatgum's desk: Thanks for the snack! Keigo, slinking up to reader's inattentive asshole partner: If you're not gonna eat that, I will. Sorry! I have no self-control.