#ecruteakmystic

[gogogobarry]

reverse cold Riley and Barry ( may he survive a visit from Dr Barry )

My muse is feeling under the weather, will your muse help them get better? (Add ‘reverse’ to switch roles)

“A-ha!” Barry crowed excitedly, bursting through the bedroom door with Ludicolo-like exuberance. “I knew that you’d call me first! You can always count on The Barry M.D. to cure ya quick! I told Staraptor to kick it into high-gear and ka-blammo! Twinleaf to Iron Island House, 15 minutes!”

Riley could only mumble beneath a pile of blankets, his protests flying into the warm, fluffy void. Barry wouldn’t believe that the aura mastermind had called Cynthia, Dawn, Johanna, Palmer, Byron, and Lucas first anyway. Why doesn’t anybody answer their Poketches?

Seeing the state of his friend, Barry leaped into action immediately, pulling all sorts of random doohickeys out of his seemingly-bottomless backpack. The blond had scattered most of his contents around Riley’s bedroom before he finally found what he was looking for: a warm thermos full of his mother’s homemade soup. “Here you go, pal! The first stage of treatment!” Barry announced, putting the soup on the island guardian’s nightstand. In spite of himself, Riley smiled–Barry really was trying his best.

“Thank you, Barry,” he croaked kindly before his eyes filled with apprehension once again. “Why do you have a blender…?”

Busy hooking up the whirling monstrosity to the wall outlet, Barry simply gave his friend a thumbs-up as he pulled fistfuls of Berries out of his pockets. “Oran Berry power shakes will help us take down that cold! Professor Rowan said that you should drink like, ten of these a day. Or did he say week? Whatever! I hope you’re ready to feel large and in charge once again!”

Riley slid under his covers as Barry turned on the blender without putting the lid on first.

[gildedsteel-blog]

❝so i assume you're the one everyone's talking about.❞

Steven stared at the two blonde men, curiosity written in their eyes. 

“If you mean me, yes I am indeed Steven Stone,” he quickly flashes a smile at the camera, “and yes I am Hoenn’s local idiot.”

[sinnohchampioncynthia]

Rate Riley and Kukui please!

send me a 💎 and my muse will rate your muse’s physical appearance on a scale of 1-10

“I couldn’t tell you on a scale of 1-10 how Riley looks right now because he NEVER LEAVES HIS STUPID ROCK!! I don’t know if I can answer that question, I’m a little biased, I’ve known him too long. I’ve seen that boy dressed up for dates and also as a gross unshaven mess covered him dirt and goodness knows what else. His score ranges all across the board… But know that, even when it is a high score, when I look at him I can still picture that time he had terrible food poisoning and threw up on my best boots.

Kukui gets a 10/10 perfect score. Have you seen those abs? Oh my! His score drops when he starts talking, but this is a physical appearance rating, right?”

[sonofthe-lion-blog]

"You're so in love with the prospect of embracing the void, it's obvious."

“You know, Morty, I really don’t know if I should give a sarcastic answer and try to play off what was obviously intended as a joke, or just admit that yes, part of me does secretly long for death.

“So yeah, you totally saw through me. I’m still not hugging your Gengar.”

[roarked-up]

coughs Roark visits Riley at the hospital coughs

“Shouldn’t this be the other way around?”

He’s only half joking.

After spending so much time in the hospital, it’s amusing that he’s the visitor for once. And it’s not like he wants to be here any more than the bare minimum, but he’ll put aside his personal dislike for Riley’s sake. 

Roark enters Riley’s hospital room and sets his jacket aside, sitting down on the chair next to his bed. Glancing over to his leg, elevated and wrapped in a cast, he shakes his head and smiles at him.

“I can’t believe you fell off a damn cliff!” he lectures, “you’re lucky you only have a broken leg! Now do you see why I’m always so concerned about you trainin’ alone on Iron Island? I hope you’ve learned your lesson!” He paps him on the head, then switching gears, pulls a book out of his bag. 

“Hospital TV’s garbage, so I figured you’d be bored. Here’s a book, nerd. Although, knowin’ you, you’ll probably be done with it in an hour anyway.” Roark crouches over his head and tucks a bang back behind his ear. 

Noticing the half-eaten tray of food by him, Roark picks up a carton of yoghurt and scoops up a spoonful. “Come on, Riley, I know the food here ain’t exactly got a Michelin star, but it’s important you eat! Calcium for strong bones! I’m gonna nurse you back to health, so open up.”

He holds up the spoon.

“Ahh~n!”

[revivalherbtea-blog]

bitter healing :: Morty and Lucy

“Yes, Grandmother.”

The old healer, still as spry as a woman in her youthful years, carefully handed a small woven basket to her granddaughter, who listened obediently to her lengthy instructions.

“And don’t forget to mind your manners, child. Don’t forget, Morty is a very important person in our community now.”

“Yes, Grandmother,” Lucy repeated once more as her grandmother pushed her eagerly toward the door.

“I would go myself,” the woman repeated for what must have been the tenth time that evening, “But I have other house calls to attend to.”

“I’ll be alright, Grandmother,” Lucy insisted as she awkwardly wrapped her scarf around her neck and the lower half of her face with one hand, while gently cradling the basket in the other.

“It’s not you that I’m concerned about,” the grandmother sighed beneath her breath as Lucy stepped out into the chilly evening air.

The sweet scent and warmth of her mother’s freshly baked pastries wafted from the basket as Lucy made her way toward the gym leader’s home. The sun had already set, but its ghost remained as its final rays danced on the sky, turning the clouds a pleasant shade of purple. She watched as the stars slowly began to reveal themselves, one by one, until she finally reached Morty’s residence.

Removing one of her mittens, she knocked on the door. When it opened, she invited herself inside from the cold immediately, promptly shutting it behind her.

“Good evening, Morty.” she greeted the man rather casually, despite her decidedly uninvited arrival. “Grandmother Agnes sent me to care for you for the night.”

[lux-vitae-blog1]

First impression, favorite thing and show care to Riley!

Positive Interactions Headcanons (not accepting)

☯: First impression of your muse

A kind fellow by nature. Very interesting, this aura business. Would like to get to know you better.

♠: Favourite thing to do with your muse

Discussions on Mega Evolution over cakes and coffee.

♥: Small way to show your muse they care

Being a listening ear for Riley; to hear him out if he should encounter any problems. 

[etcile-archive-blog]

❅ ☤ ✄

Send me a symbol and I’ll describe my muse’s (accepting)

❅ - Keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

To keep warm, it is simply a matter of the standard hot cocoa + fluffy blanket fort routine. Keeping cold is easy, he need only open the windows.

☤ - Self care/first aid habits

Sycamore is a skin care fanatic so he all sorts of moisturising creams and lotions that he will rub all over every single day. Hence his soft and supple skin. 

✄ - Nervous habits

Unhealthy as it is, he smokes when he is nervous. His fingers begin to reach for the roller and lighter the moment he feels the jitters.

[seekingsuicune-blog]

time-honored tradition || eusine & morty.

The latest of Eusine’s journeys had taken him through the Sinnoh region for the last six months, driving him far from his makeshift home in Ecruteak City, Johto. It was a necessary evil, however, and one that Eusine’s nomadic soul accepted without hesitation. As he collected information on the lore of the legendaries in this region, he kept up communications with his good friend Morty via letters. Just like old times, the researcher had written in the very first one, continuing on to describe the things he’d seen thus far.

But all journeys came to an end, and this end was a particularly special one, as it was more than anything, the celebration of a new beginning. Eusine took a deep breath in as he walked through the main gate of Ecruteak City, a smile crawling onto his features as he took its familiar sights and scents in. In the distance, the Burned and Tin Towers could be seen, but they weren’t his first destination this time like they had been many other times.

Instead, the man made his way towards the Ecruteak Gym, his white cape billowing behind him, making his simple strides quite the show. And yet, most people in the city didn’t bother to turn their heads at him. They were used to his presence from all the time he spent here in the Burned Tower. He was referred to by many names, mostly insults, as many people found his passion to be rather silly. But he didn’t deter from his path.

In through the front doors of the gym, and immediately, Eusine was already speaking up.

“Morty! Morty! I know it’s been a terribly long time, but tomorrow is an incredibly important day and I’ve come to make sure everything is ready!” 

He tugged on his gloves as if punctuating his sentences with his actions. 

“The Tin Tower must be cleaned from top to bottom, the Burned Tower cleaned to the best ability possible whilst insuring its historical integrity! The bells must be polished! There is so much to do and yet where are you, Morty?!”

[deceptivexhood-archive]

ecruteakmystic replied to your post: [ rhythmic jazz snapping from the shadows with a...

if we’re admitting stuff then this is me. - moonwalks out-

despise x2

[houseofhana-blog]

oh boy oh boy theme testing

oh don’t you know it 

[gogogobarry]

If possible any three hearts of your choosing from Barry to Riley?

something my muse would love to do to/with yours, but can’t.

“Wouldn’t it be awesome if both Riley and I could control aura?” Barry asked excitedly, moving his hands in a decidedly weird aura-bending motion. “I’ve even got a name for us: The Soul Brothers! We’d be really, really cool!”

“But Riley won’t teach me anymore...he says that I can’t concentrate,” the blond grumped, clenching his fists and holding his hands out for an imaginary Kamehameha of aura. “I’ll have you know that the Barry is completely concentrated! Concentrated with that brain power and ready to learn the secret arts once again!” (Cue the attempted backflip into bellyflop true combo).

something about your muse that my muse is jealous of.

Barry can’t answer this question presently, he is too busy trying to read the emotions of an angry Zubat using his aura powers. Have an Antidote on hand, reader. Dear god.

something my muse hates about yours.

“I wish that he would come out of his cave more!” Barry declared, frowning slightly. “I mean, I’ve been in there and it’s kinda boring! If he came to Canalave City we could grab ice cream, go swimming, and read every single book in the library! Think of all the fun times we could have, especially if we get the whole crew in on the action!”

“...And then, when all the fun and games is over and done with, maybe he can teach me more aura skills!”

[rollingxrocker-blog]

"Let me help you with that."

Jayden was always somebody who did something by himself, well, with some help from his team of course. But this time, he decided to try and haul it all up himself. He knew they were all tired, and he was too, but he could always take another break when he got home.

He was passing through a city in Johto, on his way from his old hometown in Kanto. It was a weird experience, and one he couldn’t really put into words. And this city spoke the way Lavender Town did. But it was a slightly different tune that rustled in the trees and weaved its way through the grass. Trying to balance his sheet music in one hand, a pen in his mouth, and his guitar in the other, it was certainly probably comical trying to watch the musician do it all himself.

Amidst his scrambling and mumbling to himself, he didn’t even notice somebody walking up to him, let alone speaking to him. He was so caught up in the strange and eerie melodies that played, that it was difficult to focus on more than one thing at a time.

“Wha-.” It was all he could really muster before his pen dropped, notebooks laying on the ground, and his guitar barely secured. Jayden only looked up a bit sheeping, bowing his head a small bit. “Sorry, sorry, I got all caught up in the music that’s playin’ here I didn’t even think a stoppin’! Thank you!”

[sinnohchampioncynthia]

Riley voice. "So, what do I actually bring to this event? And don't suggest alcohol. I have the distinct feeling that more than a few are going to bring some."

“Darling, naive, hopeless Riley. If you knew what I would say then why did you ask? But in all honestly, it’s Steven’s house. He’s probably got enough alcohol for little-old-lightweight-you stored away in a hidden wine cellar or something. Never fear! I have your back.”

[sonofthe-lion-blog]

Superstitious belief, fav place, what makes them happy and sad please!

Ω: Superstitious beliefs

Ever since an unfortunate run-in with a Haunter as a kid, he’s had this conviction that blue jackets are impervious to ghostly shenanigans. The fact of the matter is that the haunted house had a strict no-contact policy that even the Pokemon had to follow. Still, it makes him feel slightly better when dealing with all things ghostly.

♕: Favorite location

The stretch of road outside of the Battle Chateau. For all his talk of enjoying the anonymous press of the heart of Lumiose City, the stillness and silence of a country road after dark is one of his greatest loves. There have been nights that he hasn’t arrived home from a Chateau function until after midnight because he was just sitting on the riverbank, enjoying the motion of the water.

☀: What makes them happy?

Calem has a lot of simple pleasures -- good coffee, old friends (at least, the ones that he’s still on easy speaking terms with), spring breezes -- but the one thing above all that makes him happy is seeing his Pokemon having a good time. Even when they’re not battling, just the little day-to-day things: Merlin using telekinesis to steal the TV remote in order to demand attention, Serenity acting like a backpack because she likes being carried, Lion deciding that he needs another vigorous licking.

☁: What makes them sad?

A lot of the things in his past. Allowing his out-of-control ego to alienate the Vaniville Crew, the helpless feeling of watching his reputation get dragged through the mud, the number of people who didn’t make it out of Team Flare’s bunker. The memories press in on him sometimes, claustrophobic in a way that coffins and mosh pits can only have nightmares of.

[roarked-up]

∯

For every ∯ I get I will say/confess something without specifying for whom it is meant 

“The truth is I feel abandoned by you when you don’t talk to me for so long. Is there someone better than me? Are you just ignoring my feelings for you?”