#hibiscan

[maxkirin]

My good friend @CharlieArlet wanted to see how others would redesign their OC Ben, and here's my take! I had just too much fun making those chibis~ 😇✨

[lvsamine]

He was here.

Lusamine initially didn't know why she was driven to visit the Royal Avenue today. The town home to the battle royale had never really captured her interest, but there had been a strange sort of pull to stop by that she couldn't ignore. It was a bit confusing, and it had distracted her enough that she almost didn't notice her Clefable running off, making a beeline to the nearby malasada shop.

"Azalea..." She grumbled, soon following behind. Azalea had pressed herself against the window of the shop, and once Lusamine had caught up, her eyes locked onto the boy inside. It was him - Elio. She somewhat kept up with trainers partaking in the Island Challenge, and something about him had really stuck out to her. He looked... Small. Meek. Much more so than she expected. Looks can certainly be deceiving, as he was apparently a formidable trainer, which didn't match at all with his timid appearance.

Perhaps it was that timidness that drew her to him. Perhaps it was his possible naivete, given his age. Whatever it was, Lusamine had to talk to him.

As he turned around to exit, she pulled Azalea away from the window, holding her hand like the two were about to enter the shop themselves - Maybe they would, after talking with Elio. The Clefable quite enjoyed a malasada of her own every now and then. Right as he stepped outside of the building, she stopped just off to the side of him, a calm and serene smile present on her features.

Act as natural as possible.

"My, that's a lovely Torracat you have," Lusamine chimed, her eyes resting on the fire type by his feet. "He looks well-trained, if you don't mind me saying. I can see that you two are very close." Her tone was soft and comforting in an attempt to seem non-threatening. She wanted him to let his guard down.

starter for @hibiscan​

[iruludavare]

"Who's this?" (from Elio!)

Send “Who’s This?” for your muse to pick up a photograph of someone from my muse’s past, and my muse will tell them who they are || Accepting

@hibiscan

     At first, she thought nothing of letting Elio rummage through various albums stashed away at the top of her closet. To peel back through plastic-covered pages, and gain an insight to his adoptive sister’s life, and all that it encompassed, seemed like a truly harmless thing. Photos, both old and new, detailing intimidate details of one who has gone through so much in such little time. From moments in the Floaroma Meadows, to ones in studios hundreds of years old, to ones of costumes so grandiose the scent of hairspray might waft from them, and everything in-between. He had a right to know-- a right to understand her, and find his place in amongst a family perhaps not traditional, but thrive as loving.

     It was only when a certain photograph is flashed under her nose, that slate blue eyes widen, and the heroine’s features turn a whiter shade of pale.

     There she is, adorned in an all-too-familiar high-waisted and red skirt, hat atop her head, hand-in-hand with a boy around the blonde’s age. And, oh, how it takes her back. Eyes flutter close for the briefest of seconds, but a lifetime flashes before them. She can hear the sounds of waves crashing upon the shore they were walking upon in the image, the laughter that had accompanied by her and the ace trainer’s smile, the swinging of their intertwined hands. The way grey eyes would fall upon Serena, and regard her with so much love-- a kind she would return tenfold with a gaze of her own. Never could the heroine forget him, nor the days they spent together. Of the vivid memories the young woman can recall, they would always be the fondest.

         “...That’s my--”

     She stops. The word she wishes to speak latches onto the back of her throat, fighting to stay as it is, and yet also be given the right to exist. Her boyfriend. The love of her life; her first love; a young man who had shown her so much patience and warmth when Serena thought she had lost it all.

          “--That’s Farris...He was my boyfriend.”

     There is a shift of mild discomfort; the aversion of a gaze swiftly pooling with emotions to tangled among themselves to ever be described in a comprehensive manner. A lump is swallowed down a throat closed tight. Eyelashes fluttering. Yet Elio is not-- could never be-- to blame. There is no way he could have known who the other person in the photo was, Serena tells herself, for she had avoided speaking of him. To relive it all, why her heart simply could not bear it. Even now, so many years later, does his loss feel as devastating and raw as it had the day she watched him take his final breath.

          “I’ve never met anyone kinder or more understanding than he was. Or sweeter. We met early on in my journey around Kalos, and it was... Have you ever met someone, and immediately felt a connection to them? It was like that. It was like... we had known each other our entire lives.”

     A pause ensues. Heavy and suffocating.

          “He taught me all that he knew about battling, too. Farris-- he was a remarkably strong trainer. He’d been about to challenge the Elite Four. Juliette was one of his pokemon. That’s... why I have her. Or, well... all of the ones that were his.”

     Although, she thinks, perhaps her brother might have pieced together that the Meowstic was not originally her own. Hands collect atop her lap, and in an attempt to look Elio’s way, an unfortunate glimpse of the picture is caught.

          “When the Ultimate Weapon was unearthed in Geosenge Town, he was--... part of a house fell on him, and--”

     It was a horrific way to go. So desperately had she tried to give him a good death. To tearfully whisper him sweet nothings. To hold his hand as he laid in a hospital’s bed as he tried to sleep-- to quell the fear he had of never waking up again. Battered and bruised, the sickly shade and smell of rotting flesh, agonised sounds, a leg sacrificed to try and stop the spreading of persistent infections. Serena’s breath hitches in her throat, and yet the question still echoes around in the depths of her mind:

     What else could she have done to save him?

          “...Not a day goes by where I don’t miss him. We would’ve been engaged, if he was still alive today.”

[gnzma]

Don’t mind him, he literally stopped listening after he said Ultra Beast.

“...yea, y’know? Post cancelled. Guzzlord ain’t a good nickname for ya boy, fuck this shit.”

[meistoshi-m]

What drew you to Satoshi as a muse? You've obviously put a lot of love and hard work into developing your portrayal, so I'm curious to hear what made you consider picking him up in the first place!

munday time.

so !!     funny story  :     in late 2018, i was running a multimuse, & sometime in november someone suggested that i should add ash ketchum to my muse roster.     i hadn't actually seen anything from the anime at the time, let alone played any of the games, spare having seen a few minutes from a sumo episode because i heard team rocket had beaten ash &, through osmosis, i simply had to stan the rockets.     but, i thought, hey, i've been meaning to watch it, let's see what it's about, maybe i'll pick up ash as a muse.

within two days i was like glue on his pikachu.     within a week i was the same on james.

then, about a month into my binge, i got to hoenn, to advanced generation.     & i saw him interact with haruka & masato without kasumi around & before takeshi rejoined him, & i was like, man, satoshi is such a good kid.     he's so neat.     he's grown so much since the start of the series.     he cares about everything & everyone so damn much.     & he's such a brat sometimes.     i care him.     & that was that.     & now here i am three years later, brainrotting away with 300+ satoshis in my art folder & pages upon pages of meta & hc posts about this trainwreck sunshine of a boy :)

[obstrucct-mov]

📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have ♫ @hibiscan ♫ Accepting

{He leaves out little food/water bowls for any stray or wild Pokemon that wander around Spikemuth. He's big on taking in stray/abandoned Pokemon, too, regardless of Type.}

[murmursdraconic]

@hibiscan​ encounters a not Alola Champion

Alola was more of a vacation spot for Shay than a place to earn a champion title. She had a few but that didn’t mean a lot in a place where a League was a recent idea. At least there had been plenty of new Pokemon to train and send back home to the sanctuary.

The rumors of these supposed rifts and the Pokemon spat out of them had the trainer curious. It sounded like the perfect kind of propaganda for criminal exploitation, so no harm in checking it out, she thought. Her Tyranitar got to sunbathe all she wanted, and apparently there was a local flight system in place that was Charizards galore.

If anyone knew Shay, they would know she was a sucker for those flaming lizards.

So there Shay was; foreign help for investigating the weird rifts or weird Pokemon... and apparently there was some experienced expert around, according to the person she spoke to when she signed up. The one thing Shay wasn’t fond of was searching for people. Her Galvantula on the other hand, absolutely loved people, and thus she was out and about, scurrying back and forth, to and from Shay’s personal space. Six eyes were better than two after all.

Walking through nature always put Shay in a calm state of mind. Thoughts settled and her attention wandered like an Aipom from tree to tree. So much in fact that she felt a lurch on her back, weight being pulled backwards as two fuzzy limbs steered her backwards.

“Cayci what did I tell you about- I can’t see where we’re going.” the woman muttered, shoving the banana fluff from her face. “What are you so-”

Oh. There was a person. Now Shay understood.

The Galvantula chittered with glee, pointing one leg towards the stranger. “Yeah okay fine, we can at least ask directions, sure.”

“Hey,” She called out, sounding as annoyed as she looked. “you happen to see a local anomalies pop up aficionado go through here lately?”

[giizamimi]

Hold still... (from Mallow!)

Patching up Pichu

"Pehh.."

Owch! She couldn’t help but slightly yank her arm back. She hated getting injuries, not because of the injury itself but it was the patching up that was awful for her. If it helped, why did it always hurt?!

[goyahva]

On the topic I also offer Elio and Mallow:

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 family by choice/found family

👨‍🏫 one muse is a teacher/mentor for the other muse

⚡ sparring partners (for mallow specifically she'd love to fight him)

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒.   >   accepting.

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 family by choice/found family

👨‍🏫 one muse is a teacher/mentor for the other muse

⚡ sparring partners

new kids for grandpa

[sereina-archive]

[sacrifice] Elio spots an Ultra Beast charging towards Serena - before she has time to even react, he steps in quickly to defend her, but doesn't come out unscathed.

word prompts compilation | accepting!

Serena had been really excited for Elio to show her around Alola. She hadn't gotten to explore some of the islands more in-depth just yet, having only really been in a few of the cities here and there.

It really was a beautiful day. The skies were blue and crystal clear, with large billowing clouds on the far horizons. Rays of sun were warm on her skin, and the weather was just shy of being summer-like.

They were far from any town or city, truly taking in the nature of the island. Serena thought it was weird she wasn't seeing as many pokemon, but didn't think much of it until she heard a... strange buzzing noise?

Elio seemed to react to it immediately, as if he knew what was coming. She had hardly blinked when he moved in front of her, and what looked to be like a very muscular bug of some kind struck him instead. Oh god, why him? Serena didn't even watch where the alien went, her attention on Elio immediately.

Merlin broke free from his ball, standing defensively as Serena scooped Elio into her arms.

"Oh god," it's all she can say, or think. The same words repeated over and over, like a mantra. He's obviously not okay, so the question wasn't even on her mind. It was bad, she knew it was bad. It felt like her entire body became ill, and the strongest sense of dread in a while gripped her heart. Merlin wasn't familiar with Alola yet either, so he wouldn't be able to teleport them back to town. And of course she didn't have a flying pokemon with her either, of course.

Serena was on her own. Carefully, she'd lift Elio up hurrying back in the direction of the nearest town. It was a few miles out, and she had to hurry. "Please hold on." She'd say quietly, voice gaining a slight shake.

[dnshte]

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦for mallow because of course

relationship types.   >   craving.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 adopted family

yea ? his daughter ? +1 child in the party slot ?

[invictarre-archive]

I’ve already shown this to @hibiscan​, but I feel like we kinda lose sight of how big leon’s charizard is. like

[iruludavare]

KICKS DOWN YOUR DOOR hi Jess I'm in Love My Friends mode and you are my next victim *grabs you like a squeaky toy*

LITERALLY you are one of the kindest and sweetest people I've ever met. I do not trust people lightly - and it's actually very hard for me to do so! - but I can say that without a doubt I absolutely trust you. You're just such an absolute delight to talk to and any time I manage to be awake when we're both up (timezones my detested) it's ABSOLUTELY a joy to kick down your door and talk about the Siblings. DID I MENTION HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE SIBLINGS? ELIO LOVES SERENA THAT IS HIS SISTER YOUR HONOR. HE LOVES HER SO MUCH!! THATS HIS BIG SISTER!!!! I cannot WAIT to plot more interactions because holy SHIT your writing is legitimately some of the most incredible I've ever seen and I MEAN IT. There is a REASON I have notifs on for your blog and it's because every time I read something you write it just fucking sucks me in and I cannot put it down until I've finished it and that's honestly fucking incredible for someone with my poopyass attention span. Your writing never fails to blow me OUT THE FUCKIN WATER with how beautiful it is, legit if you ever wrote a novel I'd buy it and read the fuck out of it. I FEAR I AM RUNNING OUT OF SPACE IN THIS ASK BUT IF I COULD I WOULD SAY MUCH MORE - BOTTOM LINE YOU'RE FUCKING AMAZING AND ILYYYYYY /p

@hibiscan

{ ooc. I KNOW THIS IS LATE BUT LISTEN... EVERY TIME I READ THIS ASK I GET EMOTIONAL

For real, like you’ve been amazing to talk to. Regardless of if it’s the shit we’ve gone through/are dealing with, our muses, or silly little things-- it never fails to brighten my day to chat with you 🥺

BUT SAME?? I love Serena and Elio so much. The sister brother duo everyone needs but does not deserve... but they also deserve nothing but the world, after everything they’ve gone through in their own respective situations.

I’m so sorry you get notified when i post my bs in between actual ic posts though   g o d. I’m so sorry to everyone else who does too i apologise But to hear that you like my writing?? Hello?? I’m Weeping. Especially since lately, I’ve been feeling really eh about my writing in general (thesis writing my thoroughly detested)-- its a really nice little boost to my confidence }

[gnzma]

@hibiscan​:

🐤 (for Mallow!) [ funny twitter ; ACCEPTING ]

[ardentheir]

Mallow c:

"For one, please don't ask me to draw her again. This was... difficult."

He takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it.

"Though if you're sending this to me, if you know the whereabouts of my missing sister I will pay handsomely for that information and I will not reveal your information to Interpol. Please. I miss her deeply. I know she isn't dead."

@hibiscan

[obstrucct-mov]

🐤 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚘!

Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours ♫ @hibiscan ♫ Accepting