#gooselullaby

[telekinetiq]

@gooselullaby​​​ asked:

Amber casually takes hold of his hand and starts tugging him along. "The flowers are blooming, Myuutsu! Me and Venasaur found the prettiest ones and we want to show you." (The consequences of your actions are still here.)

                  ❝  I’m  afraid  you’re  too  late ;  I  already  found  the  prettiest  flower.  ❞

         the  psychic  smiles  and  pats  the  top  of  Nanako’s  Amber’s  head  affectionately,  indicating  to  what  —  or  more  accurately,  whom  —  he  was  referring.    nonetheless,  Mewtwo  gets  up  from  his  seat  and  sets  down  the  mechanism  he  was  tinkering  with  to  oblige  the  girl’s  request,  gently  holding  her  hand  as  he  follows  her  out  of  their  makeshift  home  in  Mt.  Quena.

                  ❝  have  you  decided  on  a  favorite ?  ❞

[misanthropecopy]

NIGHTMARE :  for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare.

LIST OF SCENARIOS NOT ACCEPTING

🔮 The night was favored by creatures humans had little comprehension of. Dark-types and ghosts adored lurking about in the shadows of them all. Even fairy-types if they were inclined enjoyed reveling in the dark, for their secrets would remain unseen by mortal eyes. Yet it was these hidden factors people easily feared, as their minds coupled with ancient tales often prompted imaginations to think about the worst case scenarios. It was the old definition of xenophobia or fear of unfamiliar matters, she concluded.

- Said category of fright certainly came in handy for Mewtwo, as she utilized her unknown stance or often orchestrated a mysterious atmosphere to ward off many individuals back at village. However, she recognized that it could be hard for young individuals especially children. For Nanako in particular however, if she fully grasped her situation Psyche was certain little girl would have much to fear.

- Not that she would ever air such grievances aloud, at this time. Not in her current situation, at least.

- Stein was currently out at the time. Psyche did not bother inquiring as to where. Either way, when she sensed a disturbance within Nanako the Mewtwo opted to investigate. Entering the area girl was situated in, she put up human illusion and approached her.

- "Sweetie... is everything all righ-" hidden woman then caught off telepathic response, as the face of toddler told all she needed to know.

- Nanako was crying.

- Instinct taking over, concealed legendary approached little girl and hugged her gingerly, as she confessed to having a nightmare.

- "Shh, everything is okay. You are alright. It was only a dream," she replied, stroking young lady's head to comfort her. There was no Darkrai around, Psyche knew that so this could only have occurred naturally. With this in mind, Mewtwo could not help but wonder if she envisioned being torn away from a home and forced into another one. She had refrained from touching her mind more than needed, after all.

- Whatever the case was, Psyche would be here for her now; comforting the comforter.

[koraichalcum]

Wow! This is the easiest kill yet!

@gooselullaby

[vxmpirehunterd]

"Oh no! You're hurt!" Never one to turn a stranger away, the child carefully took hold of the stranger's hand and bade them to sit down. Upon being seated, she took a bandaid out of the pocket of her dress and carefully applied it to where the blood was. Only, it wasn't their blood. At least they would be okay no matter what now!

Tiny fingers reached for his own in a hurry before D could open his mouth to object and correct the girl about the blood that soiled his hand. He simply did what he was told and allowed the blood to be covered by a tiny bandage, pink and covered in cartoonish flower prints.

"Thank you. I feel better." The hunter thought it would be best to keep the details of where the blood came from to himself for now. No need to scare the kid away.

[pluviacuratio-a]

@gooselullaby whispered: "Bella! Here!" She had some fresh veggies she grew from her garden. It was corn. Bella was getting corn from Nanako as a gift.

UNPROMPTED

{ ♪ } -- Immediately, she brightened at the little girl's presence. Hands moved before she could speak to accept the corn she'd been given. It was a bit small, indicative of being grown in a home garden. But that wouldn't stop Bella from giving the brightest smile she could muster.

"Oh, wow! Thank you, Nanako! I love it! I'll use it tonight when I make dinner, promise."

One hand moved to tuck the ear of corn away in her bag and the other reached out to gently pat at her head. What a sweet girl.

"Do you grow a lot of veggies in your garden? It takes a lot of work to grow anything!"

[xaallo]

Of course Amber is one to keep her promises. Even though the strange pokemon said to keep all of them, she wanted to thank them somehow! And what better way than a small flower crown? She had asked her auntie if they could stop to make one, and with limited time Amber had been granted the permission. Walking right up to the strange pokemon, she places it on their head. "Thanks again!" With a gentle wave, she goes right back to holding Psyche's hand and leaving.

He hadn't expected to run into them again, but they weren't unwelcome company when he did. More than anything, Xaallo was pleased to see she had another adult with her. That doe he'd seen earlier. She'd taken his concerns to heart and he was pleased to see that was the case.

The margaven takes to his belly so she can bestow the floral crown upon him. It is so terribly small on his head, yet he wears it more comfortably than his true crown as Imperial Prince. "You are welcome. It's beautiful."

Xaallo waves the girl away as she returns with what he could only assume to be an aunt or a mother.

[cantillat-moved]

Nanako is the best girl and if you think otherwise, you are wrong. Happy birthday, Nanako.

[mamaterasu]

@gooselullaby   offered  :   "Mommy, it's getting cold. You have to wear a scarf so you don't get sick, okay?" And with that, the child wraps her pink scarf around the wolf's neck as gentle as possible. She didn't want her dear mother to be uncomfortable, but she needed to be warm! Especially since she was outside all the time.

her attention is drawn up in long glances,   and parting silences.  nestled below the buried tempest of an old pine tree,  she makes simple contentment from watching the flurries skitter and frolic about.  their limbs open white veils,  their eyes blustering forth in freckled white dots.  the cold did not touch her as it touched all others,  but neither was this born from an immunity nor a steeled heart.  she was simply warmth incarnate. 

❝   thank you for the gift,  little one.  ❞    when tender hands an even tenderer fingers slip and knot said scarf around her neck,  she must recline forward,  shaking her shaggy maw as she does so.  snow crinkles beneath woven paws,   dusting forth,  creating small and brilliantly patterned flakes where she rises.   one lilac coloured flame splinters from the rest of the flurry at her back,  wicking away the frost while heat returns to this place,  albeit fleetingly.   again,  the celestial wolf bows her head,  brushing the side of her snout against nanako’s cheek.   ❝  but you need not worry for me,  it is you who must bundle up well in these bitter months.  ❞

[telekinetiq]

♦!!

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❛❛ ㅤprecious. ㅤ❜❜

[misanthropecopy]

Gently kisses her dear Auntie Psyche on the cheek. Amber missed seeing her around and wants her to know she is loved!

🔮 When the little girl requested her to lean in Psyche obliged. This was mainly done out of curiosity, as she refrained from reading young lady's mind. Nanako was one of the few categories of humans that she respected enough not to do so. Not that she would ever admit to it aloud, but such was how Mewtwo went about certain matters.

- Though she had little contact with many individuals in months, life at the newly refurbished village was fairly peaceful. Sure there were always some hunters, poachers or the like to deal with. They always would be ever-present so long as humanity existed, but they were not something beyond Psyche's capabilities of handling. Life moved on without surcease. Unfortunately Mewtwo had faced a bit of an emotional dilemma, back at home.

- Sundapple, the one legendary called sister had moved to a different territory so she could be with her lover.

- Psyche had expected this day to come, of course. Everyone who did not fit into a legendary or mythical category was prone for aging. Even humans much as they may try to free themselves from its grasp, could not escape the passage of time. Still, it somewhat hurt letting her go as such events were another stark reminder that family she initially knew would fade... leaving Mewtwo alone once more.

- Many often feared death in different shapes or forms, but they spared little thought on the consquences when it denied them amidst a mortal realm.

- Psyche surmised that is partially the reason why she visited Nanako and Stein's Pokemon now- to have another distraction from intrusive thoughts. She still did not approve of his methods, in both the memory alteration and keeping her nigh isolated from other people. Surely, he could at least take her to a playground or something? Ah, but if another more rowdy child makes the mistake of bullying her... on second thought, twas a foolish idea. There was no plausible way elder clone could have THAT much self-control. Regardless, it was best to focus on the here and now. And right now, more feminine experiment was taken aback by a kiss upon cheek.

- "Oh!" There was a slight flinching underneath illusion, as a million thoughts raced through head and unpleasant memories commenced stirring.

- I don't deserve this. You deserve better. Please do not think ill of all Pokemon, when you find out the truth.

- Powers on the verge of panicking, Psyche allowed human guise and true self to take a deep breath and smile at the girl.

- She did not mean anything by it. Nanako may be human, but she is not them. She's innocent.

- "Well, well it seems that I have been tricked. What a smart girl you are, sweetie," psychic said, tousling the young lady's hair in a friendly manner.

[fortunesweep]

                                             @gooselullaby for isaac !

      ❝ nanako! ❞ isaac is pushing his way through the door, slinging a backpack over his shoulder - a new addition from the day prior. he appears to be in a good mood, cheeks flush as he makes his way over to the table, kicking his shoes off in the doorway. ❝ i have a surprise! ❞ body shifts to get the bag closer to his front so he can dig out whatever this surprise was: study books! and several days’ worth of groceries. ❝ i splurged today, so tonight we can make a feast! ❞

[vxmpirehunterd]

Okay, Gooselullaby knows that you're half-vampire and can therefore heal faster than ordinary people can, right?

D fiddles with the band-aid that had been placed upon his hand previously by the young girl.

"The child doesn't need to know I'm a dhampir. It's better to keep the sordid details of the occult away from her young mind--I'm not trying to scare kids."

[pacchii]

                    ❝   chocolate. chocolate is the answer, who cares what the question was.   ❞          ( @gooselullaby​ )

[hislla]

VERS 1995

[telekinetiq]

curls around her protectively. it makes him feel better. ❤

None of them have to worry! She's not going anywhere.

[crossxskulled]

Casually falls asleep in his lap after attempting to stay up all night and watch cartoons with him.

☠ - Who knew even this ‘battlefield’ could require it’s grand onsets of sacrifice? Such is the of being whisked to the fate of being his little sister’s pillow as the artificial glow of the TV served as the sole ends of illumination for the otherwise night blending living room. As a set of lazy yet vigilant eyes cast themselves over once picking up on the softened pace of breathing, he catches exactly why, the endearing sight only stirring forth a higher level of those protective chords as the blonde knew it was impossible to hold a smile back now. Whether she was awake or resting, thoughtful or focused, bright and at her gloomy lows, she always had a means of stealing away smiles from anyone she meet.

Enough to a point where even one of the infamous Phantom Thieves could find themselves jealous.

“If I didn’t know any better-- I’d almost believe you know I get stuck with pillow duty when ya do this.” The weariness blankets his tone, adding that groggy edge to the softspoken words, accepting his fate as he leans back to the cushions. One luxury they could embrace now (heck Nanako was faithfully ahead of him) was the fact this couch didn’t have those beaten, run of the mill cushions, this was comfort a-la node, something meant to draw any and all into a promising time of rest after dealing with the daily bullshit of the day. With their newest house guest on the other hand thanks to the kindling bond with the Dojima family, a place for these two siblings to crash.

One thing Ryuji comes to note within the diligent girl was that the ever so vigil stickler to house rules was-- surprisingly lax when it comes to this very one. ‘On one hand yeah, I could just be the worst influence on the damn planet, wouldn’t be the first time. But usually she’s snagging me by the ears like she’s my mom compared to my real mom!’ At some point all of the mildly pouty faces melted his defenses, bending him to her whims in allowing her another echelon of security as she snoozes away. By now his fingers softly brushed at the girl’s head as the lasers on the TV screen took second place to this feeling.

Why did she always have this lonely feeling trailing after her as if some old specter was too stubborn to let go?

“..Ah yeah, she did have to keep solo ‘round her place a ton.” In a way that sounds so backwards in comparison to how he had it. Whereas she held down the fort, there was younger Ryuji, doing any damn thing under the sun to keep away from his house. Home had this wayward definition that their upbringings made a touch harder to keep under the original, old aged style of roof. In the words of some wise person; shit happens.

Struggles that had no damn business putting this sweet girl through a ringer that only few people would get. One that he.. sadly can’t exactly get. This only fuels the motivation behind his fingers, taking that stance of a protector of her dreams even in the midst of dozing off himself.

She’ll always have some semblance of home she can come to embrace here. The Sakamotos would make sure of it.

“Sweet dreams there, sis.”

@gooselullaby