qυιeт coυrage.

— ☾ — ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ʟᴀᴄᴜɴᴀ closed pokémon oc blog affiliated with wild encounters.

[hiredhuntress]

in the land of the lawless (medieval au) / violet & lulu

[hiredhuntress]

“Why does it matter to you?”

The defensive snark in Lacuna’s voice was enough to make Violet throw her out of the hut right that instant, but after taking a steadying breath and running fingers through her own hair, the bandit merely closed her eyes and smiled.

“You can just admit that you do that sort of thing, Princess…I don’t really care,” the Nighthawk retorted dismissively. “I know you think that I’m just some bottom of the barrel peasant who likes to torment people for fun, and you’re not entirely wrong…but know this.”

Violet rose to her feet with a grunt and a smattering of coughs, the full weight of a hard day’s labor finally crashing down on her aching shoulders. Sweeping right past Lacuna, the beleaguered bandit stared out of a hole in her thatched hut-”a window”-and up at the moon.

Keep reading

[heliotrop]

     Despite Violet’s claims of disinterest, her inquiry begged the question, “if you don’t care, then why ask?” Shaking her head, the dancer’s cheeks felt as though they were aflame.

“Well, I don’t, okay?”

“And you can’t just ask somebody these things!”

     Fuming quietly as Violet shared the story of her life, Lacuna found herself quieted by such words. While she certainly didn’t like Violet, and she wasn’t about to praise her for making it so far, she could claim to understand the context of her behavior a little better. Understand, but not excuse. Nevertheless, any attachment felt for the land was lost on her; true to the nature of the vagrant, Lacuna found what she thought was an obvious solution entirely on her own:

“If there’s nothing for you out here, why not leave?”

Without further commentary, the dancer fled the tent, her rice left to grow cold.. 

     Looking two and fro when she emerged from the dilapidated tent, Lacuna was far too eager to forget about this place to notice two figures lurking in the shadows as she took off towards the light of civilization in the distance..

[heliotrop]

     Meandering down the forest trail, Lacuna paid little attention to her surroundings as she hummed a gentle tune. She’d been down this road before, and was likely to return soon enough, as it was by far the easiest means of travelling between camp and Nimbasa City. Every now and then she would encounter cyclists going the opposite way, and offering a shy wave, the dancer was in a relatively joyful mood despite the oppression of such humid weather.

     There was a storm fast approaching that would put an end to such heat, however, and though she much preferred traveling with her friends by her side during such occasion, it was only a matter of time before Flaaffy reunited with her. Surely enough, it was but a few hundred feet down the road that the sheep’s panicked bleating reached her ears. 

Whatever this meant could not be good.

“Flaaffy? Please, Flaaffy, come here!”

     Pausing a moment to listen, the poor Pokémon continued its pained cries. Wherever she was, she was in need of Lacuna’s help!

“I’m coming! Wait for me!” treading off the beaten path, she scanned the tree line for any signs of her woolly friend..

@misnthrope

[bugscout-blog1]

Alpha Sun Hat // Bugsy & ????

The morning sun was gently whispering above the crest of Mt. Silver as the world slowly came to. Chirrups from Pokemon echoed in the solemn air, witness to the chorus of dawn’s awakening was an eager Bugsy; toting a bug net along with a brisk lunch packed with love in a small bag. 

Keep reading

[heliotrop]

     Try as she might to appreciate all of Arceus’s creatures, there were a few of the creepy and crawly variety that Lacuna could simply not bring herself to cherish. That was not to say she possessed any sort of vendetta towards them, no—rather that she would go out of her way not to cross paths with them at any given time. Unfortunately, every direction she turned in this forest was simply teeming with the silken strings of clearly inhabited webs, and there was no escape from the insect infestation in sight.

     In that way what might have been a literal paradise for Bugsy quickly became Lacuna’s living Hell. Try as she might to remain on the well traveled path, the underbrush soon became too voracious and any sign of human presence were soon swallowed by the immense growth. It was the very moment that she realized she’d lost her way that a distinct tingling sensation brushed against her back, and the snapping of mandibles soon followed, far too close to her ear for comfort..

She’d be all too glad to slap away the insect with her hand were it not for the protests of a certain aspiring researcher.

     Frozen in terror, the dancer performed a strange jiggle in attempts to jostle the spider off of her back without causing harm to it: a difficult endeavor given the spider’s ability to climb and hold on to nearly anything.

“Eek!”

“Get it off, get it off, get it off!”

[hiredhuntress]

in the land of the lawless (medieval au) / violet & lulu

[hiredhuntress]

Violet was merely trying to put Lacuna through her paces as she continued to launch insult after insult at the poor dancing girl. Much to the bandit’s surprise (and amusement), her captive weathered the verbal assault without batting an eyelash–even finding the time to cast a baleful glare down at her captor. Perhaps you’re not as fragile as you look after all, Violet thought, the faintest of smiles tugging at her lips.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I-I’ve not touched a single gem nor ounce of gold since the day I was born.”

“Sure…” Violet drawled mockingly, eagerly receiving the golden bands. “…and I’m the Queen of the Kalosian Kingdom.”

Keep reading

[heliotrop]

     Though Violet was at last convinced she was telling the truth, this small success was no reason to celebrate just yet. Rather than join in her false laughter, Lacuna could only look on with nervous suspicion.

      What would the thief’s next step be knowing she possessed no material wealth? Was honesty a mistake on her part?

     Still, Violet even grew tired of this passive aggressive silence; if she wished to avoid unnecessary aggravation, Lacuna’s options were running out. Licking her lips that grew dryer and increasingly parched by the minute, she accepted the meal with a small nod in the elderly woman’s direction before taking a seat as far away from the Nighthawk as the log would allow.

It was impossible to eat when she knew she was being watched.

      If her company’s baseless accusations of wealth ceased to upset her, those of a more unsavory notion certainly did. Opening her mouth several times as she attempted a retort, Lacuna eventually cleared her throat. She owned this lowlife nothing.

“Why does it matter to you?”

[noesque-deactivated20160821]

a lady you could watch dance forever

[heliotrop]

a note on activity: i may have to request a hiatus of some sort during the coming weeks as i have a dear friend visiting from another state. she’ll be staying with me for two weeks, and i definitely don’t want to be sitting on the computer while she’s here.

stay tuned, though!

[heliotrop]

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 || lacuna & adrien

[kinesiste]

when adrien says he loves to read, the first response is to inquire what he enjoys reading. if anything, it’s a question to test the validity of the statement. almost every student on campus will claim they love to read if asked. it’s just the smart answer, and adrien could respect that. but the difference between adriens and nonreaders is that adriens never have a rehearsed answer consisting of popular classics from high school literature classes and whatever the trendiest piece of dystopian fiction was five years ago.

Keep reading

[heliotrop]

     Plainly oblivious to any prying in to her innermost thoughts, Lacuna never considered that Adrien might use his powers for such a purpose, if he truly possessed them at all. If she knew, she might be brought to wonder what possible enjoyment could come of such an act. For what it was worth, the dancer would only imagine misery in its wake; how many people had she once thought of as friends were actually lying to her face?

    But that was merely a prediction.

     Thankfully, despite any prior occupations the boy appeared receptive enough to her needs, and thus Lulu continued.

“Well,” she pushed her fingers together sheepishly,

“This might sound strange, but from my understanding there is a student on this campus with.. p-peculiar abilities..” she paused a moment to gather her courage. She must have sounded ridiculous!

“I think his name is Adrien.. if that sounds familiar.. I was told if anyone could help me, it would be him.”

[hiredhuntress]

in the land of the lawless (medieval au) / violet & lulu

[hiredhuntress]

“I will go with you.”

Violet helped her ‘prisoner’ down none too gently from the cart, shaking her head up at the host of wary farmers shaking in their seats.

“Princess has more guts than all of you combined,” the bandit mocked, causing the younger farmer to roar with anger and lash out, only to be held back by the rest of his family. “Enjoy your harvest!”

With a snap of her fingers and a low whistle, Violet called back Houndoom, who let one last puff of smoke spew from his nostrils before sauntering back to his trainer. The farm cart began moving slowly down the road again, but the peasant didn’t stop to watch it creak out of sight. Instead, Violet began to trudge back to the impoverished camp, beckoning for Lacuna to follow close behind her. Houndoom kept a watchful eye on his master’s new captive, daring her to take one step out of line as the unusual group arrived back at the unholy Kalosian slum.  

Keep reading

[heliotrop]

     Her heart beat wildly in chest as Houndoom graced the scene, threatening to make her sacrifice all for nothing. Thankfully, this, too, would come to pass, as the farmers disappeared in the very same way as the travelers before them had—without another word. They’d come back for her, wouldn’t they..? Swallowing nervously, the dancer followed Violet wordlessly back to the camp a willing prisoner, very much aware of the hound at her heels.

     Any disdain she possessed for the men previously seen in Violet’s company was multiplied tenfold for those that now gawked and whistled in her direction. Lacuna began to think of herself as severely misguided for having trusted the bandit by any degree in the first place. It wasn’t that she thought Violet would treat her well, but perhaps, being a woman herself.. certainly she would spare her from such a cruel fate..?

     Breaking into a coughing fit as smoke filled her lungs inside the tent, the dancer wiped the tears from her eyes before drawing her arms across her chest defensively. It occurred to her that Violent’s spasms were on account of a very different reason, but she wasn’t about to pry, no; rather than rising to the other’s taunts, she maintained a most hateful stare in her direction.

Being called “stupid” was apparently the last straw.

     Shedding her bracelets, she’d offer them to the bandit over the fire. Were Violet to accept them, she’d find them far less malleable (yet far heavier) than she might expect.

“You are severely misguided.” Indeed, though stunning, her articles were but bronze painted gold. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I-I’ve not touched a single gem nor ounce of gold since the day I was born.”

[garbagebird]

darling dancer wife’s bday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLIVIE!

[heliotrop]

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 || lacuna & adrien

     It was only a matter of time before Lacuna found herself back in Lumiose. The city of light evoked memories both precious and distressing, and therefore the dancer knew that no trip inside its borders could be described as predictable. Nevertheless, the purpose behind this visit was both strange and absolute; the dancer was on the hunt for a young man in possession of a very specific talent: namely, the ability to locate her lost hairpiece.

     Unfortunately, the information she had was extraordinarily limited. All Lacuna knew was that the boy in question was a student of the city’s university. Hopefully, after consulting a few of his fellow students, they’d be able to point her in the right direction.

Clutching the bag of savings put aside specifically for this trip, Lacuna approached a blond student reading by his lonesome. It was evident by his posture alone that he wasn’t exactly open to conversation, but her options were quite limited..

“Um.. E-excuse me,”

“I was wondering if you could please t-tell me what you know about a student I am looking for..”

[hiredhuntress]

in the land of the lawless (medieval au) / violet & lulu

[hiredhuntress]

“H-hey! You leave those people alone!” 

Violet had just finished snatching up her victim’s coin purse when a shaky command and an overripe tomato suddenly sailed in her direction. As the bandit turned to locate the source of the command, the soft fruit made solid contact with her cheek, a firm thwap echoing through the night.

Time seemed to stand still for that moment, but Violet’s accomplices immediately switched course, making a menacing beeline for the produce caravan. Kicking her previous victim back towards his seat and watching him speed off into the night, the peasant’s grey eyes narrowed as she got a closer look at her “attacker”: a traveling dancer with pink hair and exotic dress. Not from around here…

“Touch her, and this is the last run you come on,” Violet threatened her slimy cohorts, who seemed hellbent on wrenching the performer down from her shelter behind the compost bin. “Take a bag of vegetables and go back home. Now.”

Keep reading

[heliotrop]

     From the moment that followed her brave but scarcely thought out attack, Lacuna’s plan essentially imploded. The very people she intended to save made off thanklessly in to the distance without so much as a word or a suggestion that they’d return her favor, and now she was solely responsible for whatever was to become of the farmers who’d been so kind to help her in the first place.

To state she was mortified would be a grievous understatement.

     The dancer could have cried would it not have made the situation worse. No; she had made her bed, and now it was time to lay in it.

     Her face grew hot as the men leered menacingly at her. Thankfully, the woman she attacked had enough sense to call them back before they could so much as put a finger on her. Shaking her head as the farmer’s son fetched a pitchfork from the wall of the cart, Lacuna occupied herself with answering to her actions. This woman must have had much more than an iron constitution to willingly taste the rotten fruit from her cheek.

     Before she can so much as open her mouth to speak, however, her company protested to her putting herself in further danger.

“Don’t you answer her, Lulu!”

“Leave her alone! She didn’t mean no harm!”

     Frowning apologetically, the dancer tentatively took the woman’s hand as she stepped off the cart.

“You are wrong. You know nothing about me. But if your words are true..” glancing backwards at the family as they looked on with mouths agape, Lacuna shook her head, “I will go with you.”

[heliotrop]

αωĸωαя∂ єи¢συитєяѕ || lulu & aergé

     Crossing her arms to her chest, Lacuna lamented over the frightening position she was in. The day had started off normally enough: having just arrived back in Lumiose, the weather seemed both a blessing and invitation to spend the day performing at the park.

     Everything had gone off without a hitch until a certain young man approached. Lacuna hadn’t even know she had fans, much less ones willing to follow her around all day. With no means to excuse herself (he was awfully persistent) and no other desire than to be left alone, the dancer watched the city pass her by from behind the safety of a planter following a last-effort dash to safety. Peeking shyly from between the daffodils, she thought herself safe until her eyes met with a stranger’s largely too close for comfort.

“Eeek!”

@boomxburst

[heliotrop]

ρυяѕυιт σf тнє σтнєяωσяℓ∂ℓу || lulu & eusine

     Priding herself on the discovery of a grove hidden far beyond the reach of prying eyes, Lacuna took the time to rest and recuperate before reuniting with her troupe. Selfish as it was, the temptation of some alone time far-outweighed the prospect of divulging her secret place: she wanted nothing more than to keep this moment to a private part of herself where no ally or otherwise could take it from her.

     Wading in the shallow ends, any spiritual significance of the waters eluded her yet. With only her dear companion, Flaaffy, to keep her company, the dancer urged her Pokemon to join her with playful splashes and paid little mind to her surroundings until the rustling of footsteps in the underbrush was nearly upon her.

“.. Hello?” rising from the waters, for one reason or another she colored slightly with embarrassment at her actions,

“Is somebody there?” 

@entr-acted

[hiredhuntress]

in the land of the lawless (medieval au) / violet & lulu

Doooooodrio! Do-do-doooodrio!

A sweaty young woman glanced up at the three-headed bird silhouetted against the rich Kalosian sunset, wiping off her dirt-smudged face with a heavy sigh. Violet Norgard turned homeward at the Pokemon’s cry, grimacing mildly as she threw a homemade metal shovel over her broad shoulders. The peasant girl was busy dredging up new land for a potential harvesting season–all by herself. On the outskirts of the world-envied Kingdom of Kalos, impeccable order quickly descended into disorganized chaos. Violet lived in a stretch of territory that was regarded to be notoriously dangerous and pitifully destitute…there was no lord to regulate matters out here. An unfortunate soul trapped in these wastelands had two primitive options: survive or die. 

Violet’s parents were quick to disappear from her cursed life, her fellow squatters spat at her feet, and she hadn’t eaten a substantial meal since…ever. But the fearsome peasant girl was physically strong, her will was iron, and she was hell-bent on surviving…at any cost possible.    

Keep reading

Read More Now!

[heliotrop]

     For a scant moment preceding Violet’s arrival Lulu had considered herself fortunate for hitching a ride with farmers on their way to the market. Those days, traveling alone was dangerous—in these parts, a death wish. Still, it was imperative that she rendezvoused with her own troupe in the next town lest they leave her behind.

     Admiring from the back of the cart the portion of harvest she’d managed to procure through the grace of good will, Lulu munched contently on a fresh buttered boule as her legs dangled and swayed with each notch in the open country. 

Remarkably, all was well in the world.

     For the last few miles, the dancer had nothing to occupy her save her thoughts. It wouldn’t be until high noon tomorrow that their destination would come in to sight, and between the road-worn travelers a word was not necessary nor exchanged. An urgent hand on her shoulder was all that was needed to rouse her from this dreamlike stupor, and Lacuna became all too aware of the ruckus coming from ahead.

This ain’t good. They’re gonna come after us next. It’s too late to turn around. You need to run!

     The farmer’s son was right. What the woman could not justify, however, was abandoning them in their hour of need after all the kindness they’d shown her. Certainly there was something she could do to help!

     Grasping at the compost bin with uncertain hands, Lacuna did her best to don a brave smile in the face of indeterminate danger. Perhaps if she ran now, she’d be long gone by the time the bandits surrounded the cart. 

That she would never know for certain.

     Brandishing an overripe tomato, she’d aim with her best pitcher’s arm at the supposed woman in charge and throw. Her courage left her at that very moment, and her warning was less than convincing:

“H-hey! You leave those people alone!”

[heliotrop]

i screamed aloud but the wind tore my voice in two ;

{ ✩⋆ } Between where the ocean met the shore, Lacuna spent her day searching for summer’s last dying breath. As each lick of a curious wave sent a shiver down her spine, it became oh-so apparent how it would have been a much wiser decision to wait until she was in Hoenn to pay a visit to the sea. The crowd was sparse, the beachgoers spent—still, she would make the best of this day yet!

     Rubbing her shoulders to generate some semblance of warmth as the breeze threw her hair this way and that, the dancer sought solace between the aged pillars of the boardwalk. There was not a soul to be seen, though a curious mumbling met her ears as she rounded the corner. Offering a shy smile to the men huddled suspiciously out of sight, Lacuna hurried away before she could be a greater disturbance yet.

Or, at least, that was her intention. Forced to stop in place as an arm was drawn threateningly before her, the dancer felt her stomach drop. What could they possibly want from her?

Going somewhere so soon?

“Well, yes..” She frowned as her displeasure was met with a hearty laugh;

Well, wherever it is, I hope you won’t be needing your wallet!

[viktormaru]

bpdtakayaabe answered your post: Im opening free sketch requests for a …

ooh can you draw olivia from fe awakening?? I think she’d be great in your style!

Sure! And thanks! She’s a cutie hehe

[heliotrop]

"There's nothing more beautiful than a dancer's performance; especially one so lovely as yourself!"

Drawing a tentative hand to her face, Lacuna would avert her eyes lest her gaze betray her. “You’re talking to me..?”

“Oh my, I’m not sure what to say.. Thank you very much.”