#gruusha

[rcguish]

[ sms ] that is true. [ sms ] he's very cute.

he lets a further sentiment go unsaid there.

silver recounts the scene in which they both found their pokemon entangled in a mess of limbs and claws, an exchange of glances that resulted in a shared amusement. perhaps his weavile, sporting a fresher and livelier attitude, wasn't the only one feeling some sort of change lately - a mental note in the small smile that adorned his face now.

[ sms ] well... i won't have any classes this upcoming monday, leaving the entire day free. [ sms ] if you'd like to. it would be nice to battle again. or to spend some time with you.

he has half a mind to backspace, or backtrack ; but he sends the text anyway while the streamline thought still had its momentum. absentmindedly, silver chews the inside of his cheek at the expected-familiar feeling of discomfort, vulnerability - decides to watch the pokemon of interest instead. that is, right as weavile made his rounds amongst the rest of the team in playing with his ball.

@gruusha. con't.

[aetherceuse]

height comparison but it's for steven ( @devonheir ) who... is a whole 5'3 lmao

Height Comparison Meme.

Truthfully? He seemed taller on television. She can't be surprised anymore though.

[evoblue]

@gruusha asked: "you look amazing." as expected.

Blue twirls in place with a girlish giggle, sparkling like a diamond as every crystal on her dress reflects the venue's lights.

"Thank you, Grusha," she smiles warmly at the Paldean gym leader. Though she already knew to expect them, it failed to dampen her excitement at seeing them here.

While she's hazy on the details, she knows enough to realize that Grusha coming back to Sinnoh is a very big deal. They must really like her... or Silver, or both. The thought widens her smile tend-fold.

"You're looking quite dashing." She gestures to their outfit in approval. While not quite the tailored suits and glitzy gowns others wore, herself included, Grusha still looks sophisticated and stylish. The pearlescent sheen of their cane's handle is a nice touch.

A quick glance around yields no sign of her brother. She purses her lips. "I haven't seen Silver yet. Did you two come over together?"

A mischievous sparkle dances in her eye, hinting at playful secrets and unspoken thoughts. While Grusha alluded to her presumably knowing about them in their letter to her, this is the first acknowledgment of their relationship in person.

[forjustice]

[Johto Moon Festival '24] BEWARE THE CONTEST SNOB

"Well, well, well..." Wallace puts a hand to his chin as he watches the Moon Maiden performances with a critical eye. His most toxic trait: he holds every Coordinator to the highest possible professional standard, like he's never heard of people just doing it for fun. "This Moon Maiden competition has many more contestants than last year, but more isn't always merrier~"

And there he goes, spouting off his opinions on the shows to literally anyone who'll listen.

@dandieliongirl

"First up, we have Anzu. Not a Coordinator by profession, and I can certainly tell. It was lovely enough to look at, I suppose, and she does have a good singing voice. But are twirling and throwing flowers everywhere really her only two skills? She says she wants to spread her wings and fly...She should stay on the ground first and add some more complexity to her technique. Perhaps there's a glimmer of potential in that Cubone of hers, but that performance was too much of a novice one to really tell."

@vixletserenity

"I've met Celeste before. I helped her get a Cosmog. She may prove a Trainer worthy of the Solgaleo or Lunala it evolves into...but she certainly won't get there with her Coordinating work. She makes the same mistake as Anzu does, thinking her voice can carry the performance--and the sparse move use certainly isn't enough to make up for the fact there isn't much else to comment on. I will say this, though. Her grasp on the use of Water- and Fairy-types is quite decent, all things considered. If she wanted a Coordinating career I wouldn't say she's doomed, but she certainly has a long way to go."

@oathofmoonlight

"Kaguya's? Oh, please, girl! Everyone else at least tried to have a moon theme! Unlike some others she seemed to actually be an expert in the skill she was performing, which I definitely do appreciate. But I take exceptional issue with the fact she's vying to be a Moon Maiden and yet the only phase of moon she seems to perform with is the new one. Besides, after a while of watching it, all her moves started to blur together to the point I can't even remember them--and it wasn't even long enough that most people would think details blurred together to begin with. Let this be a lesson to everyone: It's one thing to be an expert in something. It's another to do it expertly on stage."

@gruusha

"So, the thing about Grusha is, I owe them a big, big favor. I owe them a trip to the biggest, best Pride celebration in town--and with the end of Pride Month coming up, I need to do it fast. Maybe I was too late, though, because if they'd been to even one--one--drag show they'd come away with insights into the art of performing that they oh so desperately needed. It is admirable of them to do such a graceful dance in spite of previous injuries--I say that without reservation. But my one big question is: Where's the Pokémon? I suppose the main focus of a Moon Maiden Appeal should be the actual maiden, but to me, keeping the Pokémon completely hidden just screams a lack of imagination on how to use it.

"....Don't tell them I said this, by the way. How can I drag them to Pride if they know I've been gossiping about them?"

@forjustice [yes I'm tearing apart mine as well it's only fair heh]

"Look. I normally don't like questioning performances with deep personal significance. But we're talking about Volo of all people--are we sure she isn't just guilt-tripping us into giving her the prize? You'd hardly believe that she's one of the few Coordinators who's ever gotten a perfect score across the board when you see her make such a hugely glaring rookie mistake: She barely even does anything up until the middle part, and after the dance there most of the rest is just singing--which doesn't help my feeling that she was riding on the audience's sentiments to win. On top of that, I know these performances have to be short, but can we talk about the pacing--they go from strangers to honored guests to friends to family in the span of, like, what, three minutes? Maybe this wasn't the place for expressing such a story. Or the place to try and win the popular vote just by making everyone feel sorry for you outside the context of your performance--not that there even is a place for that, really. But you don't have to take my word for it. I'm just one person who as a religious figure is intimately familiar with the mythology and scripture surrounding this particular individual, and this is just my personal opinion."

[avacynthia]

@gruusha (continued from here!!)

The voice that calls out her name is both subdued and measured, almost lost in the Gleasado Mountain breeze. Had her name been called out by anyone else, Cynthia might have lost their address to the wind.

But, this voice--muted incredulity mixed in with a lingering feeling of melancholy--is so familiar. The champion turns with a smile.

"...There you are. Thought you could escape me, hm?" Despite the numbing chill, Cynthia's gaze twinkles brightly. "Would you believe that I slipped out of my last meeting and ventured here of my own accord? I did pull some strings when I asked the local Center for directions on my way over, but..."

Cynthia peers back out towards the horizon with a wistful sigh, all of Paldea laid out below her like a diorama viewed from birds-eye. "...I got totally distracted. What a beautiful view."

"I wanted to see your reaction when I showed up at your actual doorstep, but I suppose this will have to do instead," she tuts with faux disappointment. "Apologies for the suddenness of all this, but security finally set me free for this singular moment, and I wasn't going to waste it. No, I thought my free time would be best spent catching up with an old, cold friend."

She nods self-assuredly, curious gaze sweeping over the Gleasado hermit. It's been such a long time.

"...Only if you'll have me, of course. I wouldn't want to impose on you."

[ionozoned]

@gruusha || TODAY'S SPECIAL GUEST IS...!!!

She let out a loud "ACK" as she was grabbed. Snatched! Seized, even! Oh, the horror... Admittedly, she was sort of impressed with how good Grusha's aim was! They caught her by the tips of her fingers and squeezed down on them like one those tube toys full of water. She opened her mouth to bark out some sort of trivial complaint, but instead-

"SHARPEDO TOOTHED GREMLIN?" She let out a gasp as if she was offended, but a delighted sharp toothed grin said otherwise. "Okay if you're tryin' to insult me you gotta do wayyyy better than that, cause that's an AWESOME title. If I wasn't already the The Electrifying Influencer, I would TOTALLY use that." If there was ever some twist of fate in which she became a water-type specialist instead of an electric one, she was definitely getting a sharpedo as her sidekick. In fact, she was sort of considering getting one regardless, now. Could sharpedos learn thunder fang? She'd have to look into that. Later, though. Because right now she was in a fight for her life against the cold. Sheesh, someone's gotta turn up the heat around here.

She stumbled clumsily as Grusha released her from their grasp, her thoughts zapping back to reality a little too late as she tripped over her own boots, nearly falling over. Thankfully, she managed to catch herself before the epic fail that would have occurred otherwise. Iono hopped forward to catch up with the other as he walked. She had to take big, long steps to keep pace. It was hard to keep up with her much shorter legs.

"Awww come on, pleeeease??? That scarf is ADORBS and I would look WAY cuter in it! At least tell me where you got it so we can be matchies! If you do that, I'll pay for whatevs you want food wise." Her twitch.tv payment had just come in the other day and it was a huge one. She was sort of dying to flex her new downfall of cash anyhow.

"...you were totally JK about the lashes though, right? They still look okay???" She pressed down against them with the tips of her fingers, hoping to make sure they stayed on all right.

[thatone-churro]

it's not canon that grusha is an amputee, but it *is* canon that they retired from snowboarding due to an injury ^^ so the type + extent of injury is open to interpretation by readers

right!! i knew about the career-ending snowboarding injury that forced him to focus on battling instead, i just didn’t know if it was ever specified just what it was. i haven’t done all the league club gym leader interactions and either way i am criminally known for not paying the most attention to all the lore bits in video games heehee. thanks for filling me in <3

[tierra-paldeana]

gruusha: "to my recollection, that's about average height for a paldean woman... why would someone expect you to develop a napoleon complex over it?"

☠🌏– ''Nah, the average's closer to 160-64 cm for women 'ere. I'm pretty tall all things considered, most though not all other women I've interacted wit' throughout my life have been shorter than me. I'm confident 'bout my height, n' it's not like I get pissy if someone's taller than me either. That's jus' how things are, y'know?''

[tapuhauko]

nemona 4 making grusha 3 LMAO

@gruusha // expression meme - accepting

[rcguish]

small starter. / @gruusha.

redhead hums when gaze falls on a person who stood out just a little too well from the rest of the crowd. he was always one to watch his surroundings like a hawk, to be constantly vigilant in knowing the people around him at all times ; even when hands and mind were busy otherwise with creating. there was a familiarity about the trainer that immediately drew silver in, some intrigue about him and perhaps about the type he specialized in.

though he is patient and time passes with the two sitting on opposite sides of the restaurant enjoying their own alone time, he only ever stops his drawing when grusha starts getting up to leave. in that moment silver quickly packs pencil into his pocket, closes up sketchbook, and swiftly exits right after.

thankfully he was quick enough to only lag a few feet behind him, just outside the storefront, and didn't need to directly shout.

" you're the gym leader. over at glaseado. "

[chounaifu]

Kiss Roulette @gruusha

40. An impulsive kiss

They had been such good company for Proton in the frosty terrain of the mountain; seldom was someone actually willing to speak with him in his native tongue while traveling abroad, nor were they generous enough to offer him guidance and directions. Without needing to push too much for positive attention, it made it easy for the repo man to become comfortable around Glaseado's resident celebrity.

Taking a moment to warm up in the lobby inside of the gym, Proton is only partially listening to what Grusha was saying about the turbulent weather in the forecast. The mountain was harsh, and he had listened to Grusha mention multiple times that it wasn't wise to try and descend the slopes when the snowfall was heavy. Ice was dangerous, and the winter conditions were unforgiving.

All of that was certainly important, but Proton's attention was directed onto Grusha's face. They had lowered their scarf enough for the repo man to get a proper look at their profile. Blinking lazily, he nods along-- yeah yeah, he had no plans on trying to march his way down and fall off of a cliff.

He had always struggled with impulse control-- most of the time, he lacked it entirely, especially if there was something interesting in his peripheral. And the retired athlete's looked extremely appealing at the moment, their face framed with powder blue locks.

As Grusha turns their head to check if Proton was heeding their warning, a gloved hand reaches up and grasps the sides of their jawline lightly. Proton tilts his head, smiling with intrigue.

He wonders how warm Grusha's lips are kept by the heavy scarf. Naturally, he has to investigate, and he does so by leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to the snowboarder's lips. Both brows raise as he leans away, leaving just enough room between them to create the illusion of personal space.

" Sorry, wasn't payin' attention, can ya repeat what you were sayin' about the temperature drop? "

[evoblue]

@gruusha texted: [ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ📲ʙʟᴜᴇ ] i was right [ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ📲ʙʟᴜᴇ ] your performance was incredible. [ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ📲ʙʟᴜᴇ ] far better than mine. [ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ📲ʙʟᴜᴇ ] you were beautiful

The corners of her lips quirk up in a smile. She's pretty sure this is the first time Grusha has initiated a conversation via text, which is already enough to make her happy... but their comments are too sweet.

[ 📲 • sms ⇢ Grusha ] 😊you flatter me. thank you

[ 📲 • sms ⇢ Grusha ] i loved yours though

[ 📲 • sms ⇢ Grusha ] i didn't know you played the flute

[ 📲 • sms ⇢ Grusha ] you play quite beautifully

She deliberates over her next text for about a minute, hoping they don't feel like she's fussing too much over them.

[ 📲 • sms ⇢ Grusha ] are you feeling okay after that?

[ofpokemon]

@gruusha - Closed Starter

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The snow here was deep. Much more intense then the peaks he had come to know in his home region. Deep snow, cold temperature, wind chill. N had assumed he could handle it, with the coat and boots he had brought from home. But even still, wind bit at his exposed skin and the snow was so deep is spilled into the top of his boots. Miserable.

He could see cubchoo in the distance being ushered over by a beartic. just like the ones back home, even in this state he smiles. Next to him how own pokemon, radiating a gentle heat, but not enough to make that much of a difference for him.

N estimated he was about halfway to his destination. However, the cold was draining him. What a fool he was, to leave Reshiram exploring elsewhere. That heat sure could be of help.

For now he eases himself against a sheer rock, he needs a breather as he fusses with the hand warmer.

Nana on the other hand seemed a little restless with all this, she could feel something was wrong, even as her trainer fussed with something that was supposed to help. Time passes and her worry grows. He seems distant and groggy.

"I'll be right back" she says to the man, who acknowledges her statement with a simple nod.

The ninetales takes off, navigating the deep snow is a little awkward with her lacking a back leg, but with the health of some fire type moves she makes due. The first person she sees, she approaches. It seemed to be a man with baby blue hair.

"Please. Sir, I think my trainer may need help" she calls out as she approaches. Of course she knows they will only hear what most humans do when she speaks, but she has to try. She only sticks by for a few moments before leading the man back the way she came. Where N is slumped a little now, fumbling with a second hand warmer.

[destinybcnds]

"It's not ill-will... I don't want you guys to actually get hurt. But how often do you get to see parallel universe versions of one person fight each other?"

[ionozoned]

@gruusha || TODAY'S SPECIAL GUEST IS...

Though she'd been (mostly) over-exaggerating, when she saw the way he reacted, she almost wondered if they really were sick. Probably not dying, but her fellow gym leader seemed to be even more exasperated than usual. That could probably be explained by the way she'd burst into the wrong room and interrupted Grusha's own hospital visit, but realising that would require Iono to accept that she'd made a horrible mistake here- she much preferred living her life purposefully oblivious to her own wrongdoings and deluding herself into thinking that people were just overreacting when they got upset with her.

So in proper Iono fashion, she tried to brush off Grusha's grievances with a little "psssh" noise as she waved one of her sleeves around in dismissal. She gave her eyes a small roll to complete her little act of nonchalance. "Kay, FIRST of all- Giratina? Ewww. That's so cringe and like, emo. 'Least pick something cuter, like Cresselia." She shrugged, seemingly unbothered by Grusha's abrasiveness.

Instead of doing what she should have and absconding after a polite apology, she took the response as a welcome to enter further into the hospital room. Her eyes wandered around the room, not focusing on anything specific. In all honesty, she didn't really know what anything was for and she wasn't too curious about it. Overall, she found hospitals too boring and lacking in stimuli for them to hold her interest for very long. Everything was just so plain and muted and blocky, but not in the fun way like Minecraft or Lego.

She found a chair not too far from the other and happily sat down in it without asking, swinging her legs underneath its seat as she turned back to Grusha with a bit of a pout on her face. She shook her finger at him in a scolding manner, as if she wasn't nearly a decade his junior.

"SECOND, I thought this WAS the right room number. Maybe YOU'RE just in the wrong room, Grusha, ever think'a that???" Classic Iono deflection. She'd figure out where she'd gone wrong later, but right now she was a lot less concerned than she probably should have been. Somewhere, there was a poor sick kid waiting to see their favourite streamer, but Iono was far too caught up in this accidental visit with Grusha to worry about that now. The kid could wait! It's not like they were going to die, or anything. Probably. Beside, they probably had a backup in case Iono was a no show, so all's well that ends well. Ce la vie!

"Anywho! Don't be such a drama yanma, no one's gonna sue me over a lil mix up or nothin. And if they even try, my legal team would totally get the W in the end." She was missing the point entirely, but it wasn't entirely clear whether she was missing it on purpose or if it was genuine ignorance. "But since I'm here, I'll just be your make a wish celeb instead! You're prob waiting on the doc or somethin, yeah? SOOOO BORING. I entertain like, MILLIONS of people every day so I can totes keep you busy 'til the doctor shows up."

[starchanged]

@gruusha also meowed back: "…………nya?"

"Yeah, nya! You could even say Nyeah!"