#it’s a Pokémon that gets along with calm people (and tends to beat the living life out of people too)

[equill]

Judging.

Younger Kakashi & Hatenna with Obito

(pre-evolve form from hattrem)

Panel 1: Pictures!

Stufful & Riolu!

very huggable

Panel 2: You’re heart is different.

Panel 3: Goodbye.

[ceruleanskies]

castelia’s champions (l.dh)- chapter 1

details: pokemon trainer!au, champion!haechan, champion!reader, suggestive (future parts)

warnings: a little bit of violence, mentions of anxiety, team plasma being dicks

pairing: NCT’s Haechan X fem!reader (ft. Jeno)

word count: 4.2k

a/n: can you believe this is my first ever donghyuck fic?? haps baps baby i hope you rest up lots and have an amazing day

You kept your hands firmly in your pockets as you weaved your way between the drug-dealers and the businessmen, keeping your head low as you push past, intent on getting into the battle arena. Castelia City was a city of those who had everything and those who had nothing. In the richer areas, Beauties with their Delcatties and their Froslasses wore expensive coats and suffocated themselves with the gorgeous diamond necklaces that hung from their necks. But in the parts you were in at the moment, you knew Beauties and Gentlemen wouldn’t even come here in their darkest nightmares.

The dingy streets were marred by drug-addicts with wild, reddened eyes that stare straight ahead. You curse yourself for not wearing a bigger coat, but then again, snow wasn’t a regular occurrence at this time of the year. The snow that once fell as small flakes now plummeted to the ground as thick sheets of white, painting the floor an ironic ivory colour. As you reach the arena, the snowfall lets up a little. You knock on the large metal door, checking behind you to check there were no Policemen or members of Team Plasma around. You were thankful that even Team Plasma’s reach didn’t extend to here, especially because of the trainers that flocked here from far-flung regions. Johto, Sinnoh, Alola, even places you hadn’t heard of.

You had frequented this arena for a little while now, although you yourself never really battled. It was only when you were convinced by your flatmate Renjun to showcase your talents did your popularity shoot up. You enjoyed the battles, even if the people you were put against weren’t as strong as you were. There really was nothing quite like the rush you got from a Pokémon battle. It didn’t matter whether you were a Youngster or a Gentleman, the thrill of a Pokémon battle never failed to have everyone up and cheering. Watching battles unfold, watching trainers hash it out until one of them comes out on top became the sport of your choice.

It hadn’t always been like that, however.

When you were younger, you were terrified of anything and everything. The thought that there were creatures out there who would attack you at any given opportunity scared you senseless. For that reason, you only ever left the house with your mother and her Pokémon.

That was until Haechan came along. You can still remember the day he knocked on your door, having found out there was someone the same age as him living in the tiny town of Littleroot in Hoenn. Despite him being unable to hide his disappointment at the fact you were a girl, he still helped you get over your fears of Pokémon. It was him that convinced Professor Birch to give you both a starter Pokémon. It was him who made you want to be a strong trainer. You weren’t sure if it was jealousy of Haechan’s carefree nature, or if it was the little crush you had on the boy, but he made you want to be better.

Professor Birch made a fitting choice when choosing yours’ and Haechan’s starter Pokémon. He gave Haechan a very self-assured Torchic. Much like its new trainer, Torchic lit up every room it went into with its infectious enthusiasm. Although sometimes it tended to get a bit too excited, and he did end up lighting up the room. Literally.

You had to admit, at first you were immensely jealous of Haechan. You had seen a picture of Torchic in a magazine and you had decided that you wanted that to be your starter Pokémon. But Professor Birch had other plans. He handed you a PokéBall and you pressed the centre. The creature that was released looked like a crude Pikachu, and you immediately thought Professor Birch was playing a practical joke on you, giving you a poorly-manufactured recreation of the Pokémon he knew you loved so much only to laugh in your face when he saw your expression.

“Your Pokémon, Y/N, is one that needs a little more love in order for it to grow. Mimikyu is used to being an outcast and will take time to warm up to you. It hails all the way from Alola. I went to great lengths to catch this Pokémon and have been waiting for the right person to train her. I couldn’t think of anyone better than you. Mimikyu has the potential to become incredibly powerful, as do you.” Your eyes travelled down to the creature in front of you.

The Pokémon was small, its body almost completely hidden beneath a rag. Its beady, black eyes pierced through you from two holes in the middle of the cloth, but for some reason you weren’t scared of it, quite rather the opposite. You were intrigued, and a sense of calm washed over you in the presence of this Pokémon that would be sure to terrify anyone else. The rag had been drawn on with what looked like crayons, black eyes, red cheeks and a squiggly black mouth that was curves slightly upwards in a twisted smile that resembled Pikachu.

“Mimikyu is weakened by sunlight. From what the Alolan professor told me, it’s thought that its disguise is modelled after Pikachu because of Pikachu’s popularity.” Your heart sank. All this Pokémon wanted was to be loved. All at once, you felt a strong desire to protect her, to nurture her. you looked up at Professor Birch with teary eyes and accepted the Pokémon with open arms. When Haechan saw your Mimikyu, he was terrified. But nonetheless, he wanted to test out his Torchic on it.

But despite his best efforts, Mimikyu beat his Torchic. He wiped away tears of frustration from his cheeks and vowed that he would beat you one day. That he would become the strongest of every trainer in Hoenn and have the most powerful Pokémon there were. That week, he disappeared from Littleroot. His mother said that he had screamed something about becoming a strong trainer so he could beat you. That spurred you on to do the same.

That was seven years ago. Now, you watched Haechan battling in Castelia City’s underground arena, one of the only battling grounds that you had yet to conquer. You had exhausted all of the battle arenas in all of the regions, and Unova was the last one you had to take on. The battle arena was established by Red, the stoic, wordless trainer who hailed from Kanto. He set it up to allow trainers to strengthen their Pokémon by battling others. He placed strict bans on any items, disallowing the use of Potions and berries, stripping the trainers of the safety net they were so used to. In doing that, however, he managed to separate the weak from the strong.

It had been so long since you had seen Haechan. His Torchic was now a proud Blaziken that stood behind him as he shouted commands at the Pokémon in front of him. He was clearly the audience’s favourite, his enthusiasm and carefree attitude winning him the hearts of every Lass and Beauty sat in the crowd alongside you. He had turned into something of a playboy, partying with any gorgeous woman who threw herself at his feet. With a simple smirk, he could have any girl on her knees for him. He knew he was the shit and he wore that badge with pride.

The crowd gave a roar as the young woman fell to her knees, eyes brimming with tears at her defeat at the hands of her opponent. She returns her fainted Pokémon into the Pokéball, her head hanging in shame as tears formed in her eyes. A part of you felt bad for her. She was still young, only around fourteen. It became apparent as soon as she entered the battle arena that her nerves were getting the better of her. She appeared incredibly self-conscious, hunching her shoulders and cupping her elbow, never looking directly at the camera that displayed her every expression on large flat-screen televisions that hung from the ceiling. Haechan was ruthless when he battled. He didn’t care if they were young. He would battle fiercely and without relent, often making his younger opponents cry.

“Ouch! It looks like Ryujin’s last Pokémon, Infernape, was defeated easily by our ruling Champion, Haechan’s Greninja!” Your eyes flick to the young man who stood on the far side of the battle arena. He wore a confident smirk on his face, clearly triumphant at a battle that, from his perspective, was much too easy. There were cries of outrage from his opponent’s supporters, claiming that he had battled dirty.

But those were the rules in Castelia City’s illegal battling grounds: The only way to win is if you battle dirty. Training your Pokémon and building your friendship was one thing, but choosing to pick on the weaker trainers was something that moved you up quickly.

And that was what you did. You had quietly moved your way up the ranks, strengthening your Pokémon until you knew they would take down the Champion’s Pokémon without even so much as breaking a sweat. You had watched all of his battles and you knew his Pokémon inside out. Haechan was a very well-rounded Trainer. You and he had set out from Littleroot Town in Hoenn when you were eleven years old, him with his Torchic and you with your Mimikyu. While Haechan was merely interested in becoming the best of the best with the strongest Pokémon, you were focused on building your collection of gym badges until you had collected one from each city in each region, going on to beat the Elite Four in each of the regions.

“Is there someone out there who wants to challenge me?” Haechan’s voice rang through the silent battle arena. You remained silent for a couple of seconds as Haechan looked around the arena, basking in the shocked silence that descended. A little while later, you took the chance to speak up. You adjust your hood and stand, ignoring the incredulous gazes and echoes of whispering that flit around the arena.

“How about me?” You lazily raise your hand above your head. You move from your seat and place your hands into your coat pockets. The people around you turn to stare, and you can’t help but let your heart pound a little. You walk down into the arena, keeping your face as hidden as you could by way of the hood. You meet Haechan’s eye when you step into the arena, and the expression of shock on his face when he registers that you’re the one who challenged him was unmatched. He covers his shock quickly by his signature smirk.

“With pleasure. But don’t go crying to your mum when I inevitably beat the crap out you.” You make your way down into the trainer’s box, followed closely by your Mimikyu. Haechan looks you up and down, and you felt your heart flutter. He had changed a lot since you last saw him several years ago, his facial structure became more defined, his once jet-black hair now a cool grey. His skin was still the same smooth honey colour, and that same enthusiasm and joy was in his eyes. Your eyes wandered to his companion Pokémon. Blaziken was significantly taller than his trainer and stood behind him in a stance similar to that of a bodyguard.

“This should be interesting!” The announcer’s voice booms over the speakers.

“Our reigning Champion is being challenged by an unnamed trainer! Rules are the same. The only time you can switch out a Pokémon is if the other’s faints. You’ll be booted if you use any items. But other than that, let’s make this an adrenaline-fuelled battle!” A small smirk forms on your lips as you saunter over to the Trainer stand. You place a hand in the pocket of your coat, hand wrapping around your first Pokéball.

“Blaziken, you know what to do.” His voice was calm, any sign of distraction removed from his facial expression. His companion Pokémon steps into the ring, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. You bite down on your lip to stop yourself from smiling. His tactics are still the same.

You throw out your own Pokéball, Milotic jumping out. An expression of worry flicks over Haechan’s face as he realises the type advantage of your Pokémon over his, and at the realisation that he can’t switch his Pokémon out. He widened his stance and leaned slightly forward, completely focused. In contrast, you lean back, making sure to keep your face hidden from the camera.

Your Milotic looks back at you, giving a small nod of her head when she does so. She turns back to stare down Haechan’s companion Pokémon, who appears to relax when Milotic looks at him. The crowds cheering appears to quieten a little too. You knew that was Milotic’s ability, to emit soothing frequencies to calm both animals and Pokémon. You had trained her to lull the opponents’ Pokémon into a false sense of security before unleashing powerful moves that give them no indication that they’re in danger.

“Milotic, use Hydro Pump.”  Blaziken has no time to react as he’s hit by the powerful jet of water from Milotic’s mouth, forcing him several steps backward. After just one of Milotic’s moves, Blaziken falls to the ground, unconscious. You adjust your hood, pulling it over your head again to ensure no one but Haechan saw your face.

Pin-drop silence followed the echoing of Blaziken hitting the floor with a thud. Then a couple of seconds later, the announcer pipes up, shock and amazement prevalent in his voice.

“Milotic took Blaziken down in one hit?!” Cheers erupt from the audience, shaking the ground. A small smirk forms on your face as Haechan returns his prized companion to its Pokéball. He looks up at you with dark eyes, admiration and jealousy prevalent in them. He simply chuckles and fishes another Pokéball from his pocket. He throws it into the centre and out jumps his Aerodactyl.

“Milotic, use Hydro Pump.” Again, Haechan’s Pokémon was taken down in one hit. This happened again and again until he sent out Dragalge. Your hand delves into the pocket of your overcoat and feels for the familiar bumps of the Master Ball you had used to catch your secret weapon. You withdrew your exhausted Milotic and threw the Master Ball out into the arena. Gasps and cheers sounded from the audience, making the corner of your lip quirk up in a smirk.

“A Mewtwo?” Even the announcer was shocked at your Pokémon. Haechan took a step back, eyes fearful, staring in the direction of Mewtwo’s intense gaze. Your rival was gobsmacked. The Y/N he knew was scared of Wurmple and refused to leave Littleroot Town unless he was there with her. The fact that you had managed to take down five of his six Pokémon without batting an eyelid and to achieve a feat like catching Mewtwo was one that he wasn’t expecting.

“Busy admiring Mewtwo, Haechan?” His eyes flit from you to Mewtwo, mouth agape.

“H-How?”

“Cerulean Caves in Kanto. Impressive, don’t you think?” He simply chuckles.

“Let’s get this over with, then. I’ll take down your Mewtwo and all of your Pokémon after that!” His unwavering enthusiasm was infectious.

“Dragalge, use Dragon Pulse!” Dragalge opens its mouth and begins to generate a shockwave. Your fists clench.

“Mewtwo, get out of the way!” Your Pokémon does as you say, dodging the attack with ease. It lands on its feet, skidding a little as it makes contact with the dusty arena floor. Mewtwo didn’t need to look back at you for reassurance, it was confident in its own abilities to take Dragalge down while avoiding excess expenditure of his energy.

“Mewtwo, use Psychic!” Mewtwo closes its eyes and Dragalge is knocked backwards and the dust on the floor is kicked up by the impact of Mewtwo’s move.

The crowd roared in both shock and excitement, but Haechan could only gasp.

“Dragalge?” He called. “Dragalge, are you alright?”

As the dust began to settle, he could see his Pokémon laying on the floor. He fell to his knees and stared at you as you recalled your Mewtwo wordlessly. Then, you turned on your heel and exited the arena, gone as quickly as you had come. Your PokéGear blipped twice.

PokéBank: 750,000 PokéDollars transferred into your account.

Note from Sender: It’s been too long, I forgot just how impressive your battling is. As promised, 25% of my winnings. You deserve every penny. Yours, Jeno.

Your eyes roll. As attractive as you found him, he was dangerous. As the son of Team Plasma’s head, you knew to keep your distance. The two of you became fast friends when you defeated him soon after you had taken on Johto’s Elite Four. He respected you as a trainer and as a person, and for that reason you knew Team Plasma wouldn’t come after your Pokémon. And he was a useful contact, too. The resentment he felt for the things his father had tried to do meant he would leak confidential intel from Team Plasma’s board meetings to you. He had tried convincing members of the Elite Four to help him, he even travelled all the way to Sinnoh to beg Cynthia to help him. To no avail, he returned home, his distaste for his father’s dated views becoming more and more evident as he rebelled against him. He would often run away from his father, and this arena was his safe haven, where he could hide from the prying eyes of Team Plasma.

You ducked out of the stuffy arena, out into the cool night. You take in a deep breath, thankful to be outside in the chilly air. You pull your hood up against the breeze and walk through the streets, back to your apartment, making sure that Mimikyu was by your side each step of the way. You unlock the door, holding it open for Mimikyu. You shut the door and switch on the lights, not expecting the figure of your roommate sitting in the armchair opposite the front door. Your heart gives a lurch when you see the brown-haired boy from Kalos sat in front of you, a stern expression on his normally smiling face. Your eyes wander to his Altaria, perched quietly in the corner.

“Shit, Renjun! You scared the crap out of me.” You clasp your chest and Mimikyu moves in front of you, ready to attack. Altaria gives a start, squawking in alarm at your voice. You quickly bend down to soothe your Mimikyu, patting the Pokémon’s disguise. It turns to you and nuzzles its head into your neck.

“It’s okay, Mimikyu. I’m fine.” Your Pokémon calms down and you stand back up, eyes never leaving Renjun’s.

“You scared me.” He raises a brow.

“You shouldn’t be out this late. Especially with Pokémon that are in such high demand by Team Plasma as yours. Castelia may be a normal city during the day, but it’s still dangerous at night. You need to be careful.” You wave Renjun off and walk into the kitchen.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” He stands up and follows you to the kitchen. You open the fridge door and take out a Poké Puff. You bend down and place it on the floor, before turning away to allow your Mimikyu to eat it. When it’s finished, you pat the top of its head and stand back up to face Renjun.

“I heard from Taeyong that his Roserade was taken by Team Plasma. It wasn't even a commander that stole her, it was a grunt. I don’t know what they’re planning, but their Pokémon have been getting stronger and stronger. I know you like to think you’re untouchable because your Pokémon are that strong and all and because you’re friends with Jeno, but that’s why you need to be more careful. Rarer Pokémon have higher bounties.” Mewtwo. The Master Ball in your pocket jolts a little.

“Kyu?” Mimikyu gives a cry and you both look down at her. She moves towards you and nuzzles against your leg. Renjun looks back up at you and purses his lips.

“You know I’m only saying this because your Pokémon are so rare. I know how much you care for them, and I know how devastating it would be for you if you were to lose any of them.” You feel the Master Ball in your pocket give a jolt, Mewtwo clearly sensing the worry that’s coursing through you. Renjun looks down at the clinking of the Pokéballs in your pocket.

“You need to keep Mewtwo away from the public eye as much as you possibly can, Y/N. If people find out you’re the one who caught Mewtwo, you’ve turned yourself into a moving target for Team Plasma. Because if they find you with the Pokémon you have, you’re pretty much asking them to take them away.” You nod at him and he fills up a glass with water.

“I won’t let them near me. You’ve got nothing to worry about, Renjun. Besides, I got a big winning from defeating Haechan in Castelia’s battle arena tonight.” He spits out his water and coughs, thumping his chest to get rid of the water that had gone down his windpipe by mistake. Mimikyu screeches, dodging the droplets of water that were sprayed from your friend’s mouth.

“Haechan’s here in Castelia?” He manages to get out between coughs and splutters. You nod.

“So that’s why you were so intent on moving here. How did you know Haechan was here?”

“He’s not exactly the most subtle when it comes to underground battling rings, is he? It’s always all over his social media. Won this battle against this Ace Trainer, partied with that Beauty, it doesn't take a genius to figure out where he is.”

“Yeah, but it does take a stalker.” Your mouth falls open in mock offence, a feigned gasp escaping your lips. Renjun chuckles at your expression and Mimikyu nuzzles against your leg again. You stick your tongue out at Renjun and playfully swat at him. Altaria looks on from its perch in the corner of the room and looks away again, evidently unbothered by you and Renjun squabbling in the kitchen.

When you wake the next morning, you hear a loud knocking at your door. You knew it couldn’t be Renjun, he never leaves the house without his keys. It couldn’t be a delivery, either- Renjun would have told you if there was one coming. You get out of bed and put on a hoodie. Heart pounding in your ears, you edge to the door, placing the chain on it. You could feel Mimikyu behind you, clearly sensing your nerves. Your hand reaches for the doorknob and you pull it open, not expecting to see your rival stood in front of you. He looks you up and down and you realise what he’s looking at. Of course you had to fall asleep in a vest top and shorts.

He may be your rival and all, but he did look awful. He was clutching his stomach, and there were evident bruises beginning to flower on his cheekbones, some accompanied by small cuts. There was a long tear in his white t-shirt, and there was even more bruising on the parts of his stomach you could see. His eyes were dark, dull. Like someone had extinguished the fire that was normally behind them.

“Haechan? What…” You tail off. “How did you know where I lived?” He straightens a little, the effort clearly causing him pain. You undo the chain on the door and he moves his hand to lean against the doorframe. He was battered and bruised and you wanted nothing more than to care for the beautiful boy who was stood in your doorway.

“I had Persian follow you home.” You can’t help but let your brows furrow at that.

“Do you-uh… do you want to come in?” He looks up at you and nods. You stand out of the way and Mimikyu lets out a cry at you when you let him in. He limps towards the sofa and Mimikyu follows him closely. You fetch the first-aid kit from your bathroom and take it back into the living room, where Mimikyu is still stood, watching Haechan like a hawk.

“Hey, Mimikyu. It’s fine.” You coo, and your companion soon calms down. Still evidently cautious of Haechan, she follows him, nipping at his ankles as he walks in and sits down on your sofa. You stand awkwardly and look him up and down, just as he did to you. He looked dishevelled, distraught even. That flame of childlike enthusiasm that is usually so prevalent in his eyes is no longer there. You set the first-aid kit down on the coffee table and sit down next to him. He avoids your gaze and takes his bottom lip between his teeth, running his tongue over it as he forms a sentence in his mind.

Then it clicks. You glance around the room and realise his partner is nowhere to be seen.

“Haechan, where are your Pokémon?”

[eificopper]

Autotag #10 – Twinkle Headcanon meme

☾ : Sleep headcanon -Shira really doesn’t like sleeping with other people, she needs space and it can be uncomfortable but most importantly even when asleep her horns can channel other’s people’s feelings and even affect her dreams. -On the other side of the spectrum Eifi very much enjoys sleeping with company, as it makes her feel more secure and loved somehow, she’s also fond of sleeping in her pokémon form all curled up. -Kuro sleeps a lot in intervals during the day but it’s also a light sleeper so his rest is often easily interrupted. He’s somewhat nocturnal so he prefers to sleep during the mornings and though it’s rare he can sometimes snore, Eifi is not really bothered by it (in fact she thinks this is a clear sign he’s sleeping well and therefore it’s good)

☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon -For whatever reason Shira always ends up crying when drunk. Don’t ask, she doesn’t know either, it just happens. La que no se mide y se manda peas lloronas -Very surprisingly, Eifi seems to never get headaches or hangovers from drinking, she can get really… uhh…horny though, and won’t always remember everything…;; -Kuro hates drinking alone, seriously, he’ll only do it if others (which I guess means Eifi) do too (he also kinda hates smoking alone but what can you do?) he’s never gotten drunk since he doesn’t drink that much actually.

☼ : Childhood headcanon -One of Shira’s favorite pastimes as a kid was climbing trees and cliffs, she never fell and once even beat a grown adult at climbing much to the amazement of other kids (yes, she’s still proud about that, and will gladly tell you the story in full detail) -There is no denying Eifi has always been an indoors espeon but there’s nothing she loved more than to visit the Minamo ports, markets and the beach -Kuro vaguely remembers life with other kids at the Safari zone but more pleasant memories come in the form of sleeping under the warm sun or exploring the wide forest with Soren.

☯ : Genderbent headcanon -Arudo Hanaki is more self-conscious and not as proud of his body as his female counterpart and likes to dress more “formal” and of course more covered than Shira so he was a little more careless about his self-harming. ALSO Shira is a closet pervert but this guy is such an open pervert my god -Elias Akihara absolutely loves Tae-kwon-do, he practices it since he was like 9 and his dream is to represent Hoenn in an international competition and/or start his own school when older. He really admires his sempai Emily. -Kuroko Tensho has a slight kleptomania problem that made up for a rough start between her and Elias when they first met. She’s always hated it because of the anxiety it caused and the troubles it got her in and started taking treatment later in life.

⋆ : Sex headcanon -Shira likes to bite and scratch her partner during sex way more than a skiddo probably should, and certainly won’t complain about being “marked” either. The one time she doesn’t care about keeping a perfect physical appearance. -Eifi is mostly an auditory person and so she’s VERY turned on by sounds because of this, some growling, moaning, panting and dirty talk is sure to get her hot and bothered. Which Kuro learns to exploit eventually. - On top of being demisexual Kuro is very reserved and even easily embarrassed when it comes to this topic. However, a surprisingly more dominant and wild side of him shows during sex (or like when Eifi turns him on which she loves to do//hit)  Cuando le da, le da heavy

☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon -There are so many notebooks in Shira’s room, so many. The majority of them aren’t even halfway filled, she has a really hard time tossing those kind of things out though. -Eifi likes to make “nests” with the bed’s covers and pillows and just curl there. If you mess it up (how can you mess up a mess of blankets? You can) she’ll get very upset. -Kuro loves big windows and open spaces such as a terrace or back/front yards. He’s very picky about his living space in the sense that he doesn’t like densely populated or building packed areas

☄ : Any AU headcanon -Eneco!Shira is somehow more extroverted and notably more affectionate and touchy-feely, she enjoys bothering people by sleeping or sitting to purr on their lap/chest. - There’s an AU where Eifi and Shira did not get along at all for reaons involving lives past and they end up getting in a fight where Shira either kills or nearly kills Eifi. Nada más alejado de la realidad -There’s a certain AU where things between Kuro and Eifi did not quite work out and they remained good friends. He ends up marrying Shira instead; they live happily in Renri and have no kids.

♤ : Cooking headcanon -Shira secretly likes to cook and can sometimes even come up with interesting new recipes (some of which were born during her time at the academia or SO) -Eifi has the habit of sometimes eating stuff raw, including but not limited to: dough, meat, fish, pasta and vegetables, ironically the one thing she refuses to eat uncooked are eggs. -Kuro is the type of person that doesn’t really know how to cook but he follows the recipe and it just… comes out great?? how?

⊕ : Talents/hobbies headcanon -Shira absolutely loves to sing, and she’s loud and shameless about it... -Eifi is amazingly flexible like no you don’t understand her back arches in a way that can and probably will scare others. -Not only does Kuro know how to dance (thank Eifi and later Shira too) but he really really enjoys to do so, it’s just that most people don’t know it since he simply doesn’t mention it.

☻ : Mood headcanon -During elementary Shira had a hard time expressing herself and keeping her current mood stable, as spending even a short amount of time with others in the same room could lead her to channel and mimic the other person’s mood without her even knowing. That said she still somewhat “adapts” to her surroundings when accompanied, but has gotten more emotional independence and stability as she grows. -Even though Eifi’s mood is more or less volatile it can somehow fit surprisingly well with her natural surroundings, that is to say the weather and even beings in the proximity. Even she finds it weird, considering her detectors don’t really work… -An infallible and easy way to tell Kuro’s mood is by paying attention to his tail: if he’s calm or even bored it sways slowly, if he’s happy or pleased it twitches every few seconds, if he’s nervous or otherwise shocked/scared it’ll tense and become stiff, while anger makes him lash it around like a whip.

✚ : health headcanon -Shira very rarely gets sick to be honest, she has high defenses, but when she does oh boy. Bedridden, no joke. Lasting high fevers, lots of vomiting, some passing out… and then feeling bad for making others worry/take care of her. -Eifi regularly takes pills for headaches, muscle pains, vitamins and birth control. At worst, she jokes she’s “constantly on meds” -Kuro immune system is pretty strong, he even got the right genes for it and wildlife just enhanced it all. His wonds can scar easily though.

✿ : happiness headcanon -It’s fairly easy to know when Shira is happy: she’ll be more open, talkative and physical, moving a lot (specially her hands and hooves) and her voice will slightly increase in pitch. -Eifi will get all excited and bubbly, well, more than usual! Her hands will get restless and she’ll laugh more and be all blushy blushy. -Kuro's happiness is practically tied up to his sense of peacefulness and security, if he feels comfortable and safe he’s happy, even if it doesn’t seem like it due to his neutral attitude. His smile is the cutest thing though!

✖ : anger headcanon -When Shira gets pissed it’s common for her to start cursing in kalosian and then she just switches over absolutely oblivious to the fact that the other person (most likely) can’t understand her. There’s also her silent fuming though, where she’ll get snarky and her talking would be cut short and sharp. -Eifi is surprisingly prone to violent tendencies when angry (Though she’d have to seriously be pissed/stressed) these often come out as rabid-like gestures such as hissing, growling and scratching… even in sapimon form. -Kuro’s anger shows off in huffs and growls, he’s hard to annoy and even then it won’t be much: a rolling of eyes, a hiss, and after clearing his mind he’ll be back to business. Watch out though, he’s the protective-rage type so yeap.

♆ : body headcanon -Shira’s tail (like those of all skiddo) is semi-connected to her spine, technically branching off as a steam like her neck leaves, though much sturdier. In general is like a thin branch that CAN break off but if it were to happen it would hurt like hell and not grow back… Also her nails are pretty strong and have a natural orange hue, y’now, keratin like her hooves. -Her feet are a mess and she often tends to them with creams and covers them with bandages and the like so it’s normal to see Eifi walking around home with them. -Part of Kuro’s “hair” is actually his mane, true it’s still hair but it’s thicker and coarser to the touch, pretty difficult to brush or tame (and Eifi has tried…) his actual hair is surprisingly silkier and so damn straight. Has some old scars here and there and (fun fact) one of them was even made by Shira woops.

ϡ : mental state headcanon -Shira’s rivalry ability is surprisingly not unpleasant but rather feels similar to adrenaline with a strong impulse to overcome the specific trigger (fight rather than flight). However it can cause unstable levels of anxiety, depression and aggression if activated too often or for long periods of time, which is exactly why Shira eventually got prescribed suppressants. -After the events in Enju city Eifi's mental state quickly deteriorated and she accidentally started developing and behaving with a sort of dual personality thanks to her Dreamweaving, it got really bad for a little over a year, until her depression mellowed down. That said she still has episodes from time to time but has to learn to cope with it. -Kuro has mild insomnia, which frustrates him a lot since it totally messes up his sleeping schedule and more often than not he can’t really rest well, along with a bunch other factors and consequences. He uses medicinal sleep powder for it sometimes.

ღ : love or sexuality headcanon -Shira is deathly afraid of divorce (this is why she has troubles with relationship commitment) be it for her parent’s almost one, her family and friend’s complains and overall negativity surrounding it, or because she had to “agree” with her partner it was better to go separate ways despite still liking them twice. It’s rooted deep down on her fear of being alone. -Eifi is in general a very touchy and cuddly person who craves some company and affection, and her love lies just as much in soft touches, tight hugs and kind words as in sex and make out-sessions themselves.   -Kuro’s not very big on direct lip kisses, he really likes forehead and cheek kisses and thinks they resonate a deeper, more intimate connection. He’d often kiss Eifi on the hand or fingers and Shira on her neck and shoulders.

† : religion headcanon -Shira is really big on celebrating Winter-wrap up and épanouissement, has always felt somewhat connected to her patron Xerneas and thus prays and swears on his name. That’s not to say she doesn’t hold some high respect for Yveltal and Zygarde too though. -Since she was little Eifi has always followed the ritual of giving offerings to Kyogre in special dates, she considers it a great honor and giving her kindness and thanks to her patron deity. -Kuro never adopts a certain religion strictly speaking, but (as the majority of things in his life) he ends warming up to a mix of Kalos and Hoenn beliefs.

✄ : nervous habits headcanon -Quite obvious but Shira shuffles A LOT on her hooves when nervous or anxious, she also does this gesture where she shakes her hands but that’s when she’s trying to avoid her hemophobia acting up. -Sometimes when really upset Eifi drags her nails against her own skin (thighs/shoulders) just to leave the red marks and feel the sting, as strange as it sounds she just likes it and uses it to “let out some steam” -Funnily enough Kuro tends to actually talk more when anxious but will get restless and spend mad amounts of time climbing places and honing his claws.