#mt moon

[animalstamp]

Moonlight party!

[teratodentata]

(: hide and seek

[sanglunaria]

New Clefairy over-the-shoulder bag has been added to my Etsy!

[articunochick]

They walked without talking. Hisoka and Tori set the pace behind Meowth, her arm hooked through his for support. She wore flip-flops, the only other shoes she had in her pack, and focused hard on choosing her steps. Hisoka focused hard on her: on her normal-looking toes and not trodding on them, on the musical “hmHMhmm”s and “tsst ts-tssss”s between her sounds of exertion, on the warmth in her touch and the increasing confidence in her movements. By doing so, he could better ignore the angry, stabbing pains in his own leg.

From behind them, Aiden broke the silence.

“Think they’ll notice your hair, Tori?”

Tori shrugged her free arm without breaking stride, then folded it to her chest, curling her fingers into the unbounded tangle swinging there. Hisoka felt her wilt ever-so-slightly against him.

"Should we… get all our stories straight? Before we talk to Oak?" Hisoka asked, glancing back toward Aiden.

"We should."

They kept walking. There was no follow-up from either of them, only the mist-muffled crunching of their footsteps. Hisoka noticed Tori's sporadic happy-noises had died out.

Eventually, Aiden cleared his throat. "....Once upon a time…" he began, "...three friends got lost in the Rotas past Mt. Moon."

After a quarter-kilometer’s silent contemplation, Hisoka offered the next line. "They took a high road to rejoin their group. But on the way…they got caught in a bad landslide."

His eyes slid to Tori and the top of her bowed, blue-tressed head bobbing along beside him. Was she still trying to recall what happened next? Or was she working on forgetting it? Had the landslide and the strangeness after done damage in there?

Tori stayed mum. Patiently, Aiden picked up the thread. "When they woke up, one friend was missing,” he said, “so the other two went to find her.”

Hisoka chuckled at Aiden’s telling. "Are we skipping over the gettin’-our-asses-beat-by-gangsters part?"

Tori's head snapped around to look up at Hisoka, her brows peaked in concern. He had to look away to keep from laughing again at her expression. Whatever Tori was imagining behind those wide eyes, it came with a detectable hint of awe.

Imaginary Prisons (Pokémon SPL/ICE) - CHAPTER 70: Almost to the Rendezvous

[colinthebuizel]

Cella and Solla stargazing at a clear night sky on Mt Moon.

[smashorpassgilf]

[agendratum]

till the end of the moon as text posts (5/?)

[bad-euphoria]

yuta is very confident about his bowling skills !

[coiour-my-world]

"Fractured" | Tipsoo Lake, Mt. Rainier National Park, WA

Photo: Chris Williams

[illustratus]

Vesuvius Eruption at Night overlooking the Scuola di Virgilio, 1822

by Josef Rebell

[teratodentata]

Oh good you’re here, we were about to make pizza rolls

[pokemon-cards-hourly]

[themoonwoodmillstory]

Goodbye, Komorebi. May your cherry trees blossom for 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

[pokemon-npcs]

I like this ruin maniac from Hoenn :)

Gotta love the Ruin Maniacs' passion! Reminds me of this other one from Hoenn.

[fixhbones]

i’ve made so many mha doodles in the past couple weeks (most of which will be posted this weekend please bare w me >_<) but here’s some silly stuff from tonight

[ckret2]

Hey Ckret! What do you think the people of the second dimension handles death or funerals? Were they buried, burned/cremated, or something entirely different? I’d love to hear what you think

When there's nothing but empty air between buildings—no ground—burial is gonna be prohibitively difficult. So either entombment or something that gets rid of the body—cremation, aquamation, whatever.

Personally, I think sky burial is an underappreciated form of final disposition.