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hoennhunk​:

 Brendan’s eyes were full of life as he stared at the brightly colored tasty looking cupcakes being presented to him. Today was a wonderful day in Brendan’s mind. He would have eaten a couple of the cupcakes right then and there but her words reminded him of business. Oh,right, he was here to help pokemon get adopted to good homes. She didn’t seem to have any particular types in mind, which meant he’ll get pick out a few to show her.

     “Thanks for the birthday wishes! Traveling? I believe I know a few pokemon that could fit that for you. There is a female Lapras that was rescued from poachers over in the pool section for water pokemon. Then were was that Excadril that was too aggressive be put back into the wild, but he is a really strong battler. Then there is a Hawluncha that had training being a service pokemon and bodyguard.” He turned to lead the way to the pokemon he described.

   “Oh where are my manners, I’m Brendan as you know. May I ask your name miss?”

The cupcakes were all his— really, he could eat them right now, and she would not bat an eye. Of course, she would instead be concerned over him possibly choking if he were to attempt as they walked and conversed. It would not be good if their first meeting would include that as one of its a terrible highlights.

She pondered over his choices in the meantime. The Lapras would be a good choice, being a Water Type that could learn Surf. The Excadril, however, she might have to pass, since she wasn’t exactly in the battling scene. He might not enjoy her lax pace, too. As for the Hawluncha— well, she didn’t quite need a service Pokemon or a bodyguard. So it seemed the first option would be her main choice.

“As I know,” she repeated, with some humor in her tone. He was quite well-mannered. That was good. “Please, there is no need for formalities with me, Sir Brendan. My name is Tatiana— it is nice to meet you.”

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“ i will not wait for a sign to tell myself i can grow ”

POETRY PROMPTS.

“Your will is admirable, Piers.” She meant the compliment, truly, as there was no reason for her to lie about this. It was a statement that challenged her, being one who always hesitated when moving forward. Looking back and jumping at shadows, and giving herself excuses so that she need not be any different than what she was in the present.

Perhaps he may offer her a different perspective to think on. “Isn’t it terrifying, though? As if taking a dip into uncharted waters.”

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yourchampion​:

It’s a good thing he doesn’t always speak his mind, then. He’d feel terrible about making someone uncomfortable. “You sound like you spend a lot of time there. Ever seen anything that lacks explanation? I sure have. There’s a pretty huge, legendary forest next to my hometown. People and Pokemon alike used to go missing so they closed it off… but you know how people are. They get curious.” 

“Indeed, I speak from multiple personal experiences.” An understatement, really. Coming from one who lived in the very forest he just spoke of. As she was about to find out. “Something that lacks explanation... well, I am sure I have encountered them at least once. If anything, it is that hu... people have yet to provide some explanation. Not that the mysteries lack any. That aside, you wouldn’t happen to be talking about the Slumbering Weald, are you? It’s the only forest I know that matches that description— of course, if you are from another region, then I might not know about it.”

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unimpressivethief replied to your post “crawling out of my empty avocado graham ice cream tin to finally...”

That ice cream sounds cursed

I wouldn’t have finished an entire tin if it was bad. On it being cursed, though... well, I’m no expert there, unfortunately. My muse might have some idea, but I already ate it all lolol

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crawling out of my empty avocado graham ice cream tin to finally return to human (and nonhuman) society—

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pixylate​:

The pace of her heart quickened in an instant, though it calmed itself in the next one. She was aware of how her kind developed a sort of power that could be awakened by a variety of obscure things, though they tended to use it for their own entertainment, whether it was at the cost of making someone suffer or not. She, far too influenced by humanity’s concept of morality at this point in her life, couldn’t envision herself taking advantage of something like this…

But deep in the back of her mind, some primeval part of her latched on and would remember this particular piece of information regardless.

     ❝ Depending on the context, they easily can be. Ah suppose ah was thinking more along those lines…but it’s unimportant. ❞ Her eyes narrowed, but a smile curving her lips helped it not come across as a negative action.

     ❝ It’s a pleasure to meet yuh though, Tatiana. ❞

“I see.” The two words often given after another states something that sounded correct, even when the former had not completely understood what was said. Humans and their social behaviours were strange at times. After all— if one does not comprehend, what harm is there, truly, to ask for another explanation? Truly, a complexity of this mortal race.

“It is a pleasure to meet you as well, um, miss...?” Tatiana ought to have asked for her name earlier. That could have saved her from sounding so unsure at the end of her greeting. “I apologize, but I didn’t get your name earlier. May I have it?”

The lady’s accent, too, was unfamiliar— perhaps she was a tourist as well? It would have made the most sense, and yet, it did not seem like the other looked out of place here.

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3000yearmonarch​:

A flushed marquess-apparent would enter the room, swiftly but quietly closing the door behind her. The click of the lock was audible in the awkward silence that followed.

“Thank you. I will try to be quick.” Better if she first stopped staring at Pascale as if the contents of the manuscript were about to play out. Ria bit her lower lip, free hand playing with the hem of the sleeve of her other arm, trying to find the words to explain her sudden visit.

“Um... pardon me, but what are you burning, Lady Pascale?” Not the reason for her presence, but she had to break the strange air around them. Also, she had no reason to believe that the other received the manuscript. She assumed that, had that been true, either Pascale could have gotten to her first, or would not have allowed her into the chambers. Old love letters, it seemed, were more likely than a copy of the detailed and filthy manuscript they had in their possession (or in Pascale’s case, soon to be former possession).

Speaking of which, why hadn’t she burned the papers? Ah, yes, she wished to inquire about its origins. “... mind if I join you? Oh, but I wish to confirm something first.”

Ria would show Pascale her copy, blue eyes averted so as not to lose composure by making eye contact with the other. “I found this earlier, and... it is about you and I committing... acts. Um... that would be considered... could cause a scandal.”

If she could, Ria would like it if she could just disappear into the surface of the door behind her. That had been difficult to say.

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3000yearmonarch​:

“I would hope that they would see it as a gesture of alliance and trust. As you said, you are a foreigner-although I trust my people, I can’t put you in harm’s way, you understand. That certainly wouldn’t reflect well.”

Hopefully that sounded like a professional enough answer. ‘I’m worried about you’ carried a very different tone, and implying it was for the sake of international relations carried a heavier weight. It was…perhaps a bit manipulative, but it was for her safety, right?

“I can have a guest room prepared for you during dinner. It would not be an intrusion in the slightest, really, and you could return home early tomorrow morning. So please, I insist.”

“I understand, Lady Pascale.” It did sound reasonable to her, that the other wished to ensure her safety. What better way to do so, than to invite her over for the night? Indeed, the concern for her well-being was clearly expressed, and Ria would respond to this with a smile and a bow. “Then... I shall be in your care. Thank you for the offer, Lady Pascale. It will be my pleasure to accept it.”

Though the act may be seen as rather manipulative, the marquess-apparent had not thought of it as such. Rather, she merely saw someone worried for her. Which was not an incorrect observation.

“Shall we be dining together as well? It is getting quite late, and I have not explored enough to know if there are places that would not be crowded with other people for dinnertime.”

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3000yearmonarch​:

As Pascale had feared, the other noblewoman had a copy of the filthy manuscript. It would have been one thing, to find a sheaf of papers on her bed and return it to its rightful owner, but in trying to locate the name of the writer, she had found her own name written multiple times across paragraphs. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and before she knew it, she was sitting on her bed, going through the all of the papers.

There was a saying about paying the price for a curious mind for a reason.

Somehow, she managed to finish the entire manuscript before her face combusted on its own. What she just read... was this what the people believed occurred between Pascale and herself behind closed doors? That she, and her... under the light of the moon, stretched across rumpled sheets... no! She ought to scold herself for imagining that again. Even if the visual wasn’t displeasing... no, stop!

Wanting answers, and possibly wondering how the other would react to what she had just read, Ria would visit Pascale unannounced, dismissing the servants left and right as she strode forward to knock on the entrance to the chambers herself. A breach of protocol, she knew, but this counted as an emergency of sorts. Most likely. She would explain herself properly in a short while. Now, if only she could cease her messed thoughts and mask her flustered countenance with a more composed expression... “Lady... Lady Pascale, may I enter you... your chambers?”

Ria would welcome someone to gag her now, please. To keep her from spouting more words to embarrass herself further.

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pixylate​:

     ❝ Ah’m tempted to try making a deal with someone, but…mah morals… Maybe there’s something less dangerous ah can try. ❞

She had not one clue on how deals and morals could intersect, much less be dangerous, but it couldn’t be bad to try and help the other, right?

“Your, um, morals wouldn’t be compromised if the deal didn’t hurt anyone, correct? Then, I propose this one to you: my name for an answer to a question I just thought up. I am Tatiana— why do you think deals are dangerous?”

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spacial-tears​:

“Mm, and that means Touka-chan should be going to sleep soon,” she reminded the one on her lap, much to the latter’s mild protests. Of course, having just eaten a warm dish - plus about half of Tanya’s own plate - her resistance was tempered with a yawn. Stomach filled and getting sleepy... it was cute, and Tanya said as much while cuddling the tuckered out Pokemon.

"Touka-chan, take care. I... mom loves you a lot. I love you, be good to your dad...” She was hugging the Applin tight, for the last time. Sensing the feeling of urgency, Touka would sound quite confused, that Tanya refused to address. Petting and kissing and cuddling with an apple must have been an odd sight, but it was happening. “Now, you’ll be returned to the Love Ball soon. Greet your dad a good night first, please.”

She would then pass the child to Kyuu, while she finished her own pie slice. Teary meal. Doing her best not to choke, and finish her food. “How much more time, love?”

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spacial-tears​:

Last opportunity for her to tease him in this form, so she was going to make the most out of it. Cue Tanya giving him a playful smile from above Touka’s sight, for only him to see. Shark bait wuhaha.

“She reminds me of someone...” Not Kyuu, since as a Palkia, he denied needing food. “A certain someone who chose to eat cold leftovers instead of joining me on the table for a few weeks until I caught them.”

He said it had been a Chimecho, right? Anyway, speaking of the food... “Mm. Tomorrow. You should heat it up before serving it to her again, alright? This pie isn’t too tasty when it’s cold.”

Tanya would have offered to do that herself if, you know, she was alive at that time.

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spacial-tears​:

Thank you for not crying onto the pie slices. Their taste buds are immensely grateful.

“We should be giving you that warning, you know,” she teased back. Very much aware of how clumsy Kyuu could be sometimes. Tanya would sit up, their daughter on her lap as she reaches for the floating plates. Setting them on the nearby table.

“If you burn your tongue, I can cool you down.” It would be the last time she could do that for him. It wasn’t her concern, though, since her slice would cool down as she helped the Applin eat. Well, it was more like she was cutting the pie into smaller pieces and blowing air to it before the Pokemon gobbled it up. Looks like someone has an appetite. “I’m glad to see she eats well.”

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spacial-tears​:

If Touka could, she would be giving them the most unimpressed look right now. She was doing it. It just wasn’t obvious because of the apple, but it was there!

Meanwhile, Tanya would be watching her fiance serve the pie for a brief moment before putting all her attention to Touka. Giving the Applin all the love and affection she was unsure she would be able to give come morning. “I love you, my darling girl... you be good to your dad, okay? He doesn’t have the easiest job, and it gets hard sometimes... he can get pretty mad, too, but never doubt that he loves you... remember that I love you, always...”

Her lower lip was trembling, but she pressed on, giving whatever advice she felt applied and would be useful to the Pokemon. Not to eat too much too fast, don’t pick fights recklessly, the snow can be cold so you can’t stay out too long in the winter months... things she would have wanted to teach her daughter, in a more moderate pace than quick stutters.

"That was her favourite part, though, and that’s what matters.” You would be surprised with how bad food can turn out when the ingredients aren’t mixed properly. Bites of pure salt, for example. “Here, if you don’t mind. I don’t really want to move... might be getting lazy...”

The last bit was a joke— she just felt too comfortable on the couch. Which was basically the definition of lazy. Shh.

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spacial-tears​:

Was her soul really safe with the reckless duo of the universe? While the company would be appreciated, and for sure they wouldn’t let her feel lonely, the chaos that would unfold... something to think about if or when it happened. Not a moment before. Her imagination ran too wild for her not to be worried for her future.

Floating knives were, indeed, a bad idea. So she would accept that he had to leave the cuddle pile. Of course, she would not let him do so before she pulled him down for a kiss. Much to the whining of the Pokemon in her arms. Gross parents.

“Some Applin do, yes, but it’s fine! Isn’t that right, Touka-chan?” Tanya’s question would be responded to with an affirmative. Just Galar things— as the saying went: You are what you eat. In an Applin’s case, at least for its evolution line, that was taken literally. “See? She’s been wanting a bite since she cleaned the spoon. Our daughter enjoys your cooking, love.”

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spacial-tears​:

They could finish it once they put their daughter to bed. To keep her from worrying, Tanya had changed the topic for that reason. She understood that they needed to clear the air on the matter. Who knows, perhaps he could share his own insecurities as well. “... later, dear.”

“Are you suggesting someone plans to steal my soul just before midnight strikes?” It ought to be concerning that the chances of it happening weren’t low, but more importantly— would that count to the rest of the Creation Trio as her existence being taken away? Did the separation of her body and soul fulfill their agreement? That was what mattered, since failure to do so could end with Kyuu losing his life as well.

"Mm, you’re right.” If they wanted to go anywhere, they needed to feed Touka and get her to sleep. Too young to be traumatized, and she wanted better for her daughter than what unlucky cards were dealt to the rest of the family. “Hear that, Touka-chan? Your dad is telling you that you’re sleeping after dinner. As a growing child, you need your rest. We want you to grow into a strong and lovely Pokemon.”

                                              Keeping. tears. at. bay.

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@hoennhunk​ | continued

Tatiana wasn’t a delivery girl, despite one of her current task being to deliver a gift to Brendan. Also, while she did watch Pokemon Contests from time to time, she was still beginning to familiarize herself with the people on the circuit, and so would not be a fan of his, at least in the manner a dictionary would define the term.

Still, with a better idea of the situation, she would take steps towards him and present him the box. With a flourish, she handed it over to him, a smile on her face. “Then these would be yours, and I wish you a happy birthday!”

There was nothing he needed to sign for her to give the box away to its rightful recipient.

“Please do. I don’t have a particular Pokemon or Type in mind, but I will be traveling a lot, if that narrows things down.”