a small spoon

when farewell came, it looked like the sky was leaving... affiliated waiter oc part of national park

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.mon amour

@lilyofhoenn

an eye for aesthetics is what the manager had said -- followed by a rather awkwardly placed: “and it’s not because you’re from kalos, oh no! i-i’m just saying that based on your pokemon! i-i’m not like that!” -- before shooing amie off to a nearby floral shop. he carried a list of flowers in his hand: a bouquet of purple irises, yellow buttercups, baby breath, and a flower of his own choice -- something that would fit the color theme. he thought for a moment and looked behind him to see if his gloom was following behind, which he was...much slower than he’d expected. he secures saku in his arms, laughing quietly when the gloom sighs with relief.

strong and silent describes someone who is tough and quiet, but -- while his gloom may commonly be described as silent -- amie personally didn’t think saku as (mentally) strong. red was he when bee flew with a zweep. he writes that down on a scrap piece of napkin. so, when he and appeared in a floral shop, he expected saku to be hiding behind his legs...

and not in front of another gloom. his gloom, his saku, body as bright of a carmine as his pungent flower bud, was standing in front of another gloom. his pokemon’s body shook as he nudged on another gloom’s arm. and amie observed saku’s awkward exchange between the other gloom in shock.

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. ambrosial

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Berries were Snow’s absolute favorite. Any type of berries made the white haired man happy. But he didn’t love them enough to go about stealing them or anything. That was just plain rude, as well as criminal… Two things he was not.

However, his dear Pokemon couldn’t tell, sometimes, what belonged to who, and such was the case this time. The smell of berried had attracted both his Ivysaur, Spore, and his Clefairy, Dainty, to see what was going on. The smell and sight of a berry pie was all that it took for the Pokemon to hatch their plan. The Ivysaur prodded the tin with it’s vines, testing the heat. The Clefairy jumped up into the windowsill, testing the heat yet again.

Not too far away, Snow was busy feasting on the berries he had gotten from the fields. His eyes were closed, and he hummed his praises for the berry’s taste. “… These berries are very good, are they not?” He looked over at Lunge, his Beedrill, and Yui the Nidoran. Although, the two others were missing… The white haired man looked around, his eyebrows now scrunched together. “… Where did they go…”

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with a filled basket, amie happily skipped back to the kitchen. despite his previous, sad attempts at baking, he became better (after wasting almost all the pre-picked berries, but hey, practice makes perfect!) and he seemed to get the feel for this whole baking-from-scratch ordeal.

he hummed as he smoothed down the fur of wild absol in the field, happily munching on the berries. his smile grew wider. even absols come down from their homes to eat berries. he giggled lightly as pride began to fill him.

sadly, his giggles felt short when empty tin pans and a stained clefairy stood on the window sill. a murder has occured, he notes, observing the streak of purple across the fairy pokemon’s pink flesh. he drops the basket after he finally put the pieces together and his laugh is replaced by a loud scream.

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. trouver

@sarangmuse

bebe is gone and he has been asleep.

asleep for three hours. as in: three hours of the ten minute break he was given. but he doesn’t rush back to brew coffee or hustle to apologize to the owner. rather, he finds himself deeper in the forest calling for his companion. he finds it suspicious that bebe went off somewhere alone and he looks down at minou, who’s tail unwrapped itself off his leg. he raised a brow at his glameow’s behavior (usually her tail was coiled around his leg), but her release on his leg helped him tread further and faster into the forest. however, his speed is of no use in the green setting after all...

bebe blends in too well with the leafy greens and the delicate whites of the scenery.

he sighs and sits himself on the grass.

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ooc / updates / thread...beg??

back from my vacation (though my ‘i’m back’ post is quite late). specifically i went on a ski trip and let me just proudly boast about how i only fell like 20+ times. please clap. anyways...

april and may is going to be a pretty busy month for me since it’s my last year in high school and a bunch of things are happening like ap exams, senior prom, college, some other irl situations, AND JOJO BUT THAT COMES OUT TOMORROW I’M EXCITED I LOVE JOSUKE AND OKUYASU (hopefully it’s not some sick april fool’s joke bc i will lose it) but mostly ap exams and college stuff. so my very limited activity will sadly be even more limited and restricted as this month goes on... (which i now realize that i should have saved my hiatus until this month. oh well. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

but like...despite this being a busy couple of months this is also a thread beg (why do i do this to myself? because i love distracting myself) especially for amie but like red could use like a few more too (like two at most) so im me if you are interested v( 6 . 6 ) v

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♯- Something that gets your muse angry

♯- Something that gets your muse angry

answered here and here! but–

People who aren’t appreciative of their families and the special bonds they have with others. Someone some time ago may have said that whether they get along with their families or like them or not is none of his business, which, of course, made him get even more angry.

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✍- Can your muse write? How well/How bad?

✍- Can your muse write? How well/How bad?

Penmanship-wise, he was trained in calligraphy, so his KanJoh/Sinnoan/Hoennese handwriting is quite nice! Western letters (Unovian and Kalosian) are very curly and a bit messy.

His writing, as in like: poetry or story-writing, is pretty average. He probably uses pretentious words to make it more artsy, but it’s honestly quite average and very boring.

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♯- Something that gets your muse angry (both)

♯- Something that gets your muse angry

People who overstep their boundaries by trying to pry personal information out of him. Despite being a curious person (to the point where he may be borderline meddlesome), he doesn’t appreciate it when others do it to him. He’s not really sure why, but he does know that he does not like it.

He deeply cherishes the bonds he’s made and the people who kind of shaped him to become a great trainer, so he’d be quite stirred if he heard anything had happened to them. So stirred, in fact, that he may or may not cause some ruckus.

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Headcanon Meme

❤- What does your muse look forwards on their soulmate?

❥- Can often/easily can your muse get heartbroken?

❣- What calms your muse down?

ღ- Sexuality?

⌚- Does your muse worry about time?

❅- Favorite time of the year?

✿- Does your muse like the nature in general?

✞- Does your muse have any kinds of religion?

✍- Can your muse write? How well/How bad?

✎- Can your muse draw? How well/How Bad?

☁- What kind of weather does your muse consider the best one

ツ- Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one?

∞- Does your muse believes in afterlife?

✺- Something your muse finds pretty

✆- What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with?

❦- What is your muse’s favorite fruit?

❧- What is your muse’s favorite kind of food?

‽- Something your muse has problem in understanding

☺- Something that makes your muse happy

☹- Something that makes your muse sad/upset

✉- How often does your muse text?

⌨- How often does your muse use the computer?

♫- What is your muse’s taste in music?

♯- Something that gets your muse angry

⋆- Your muse’s future dream and why

☮- How much your muse worries about appearance?

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. concealment

@biketrxsh

he’d prefer to stay as far away from kalos as possible, but he doesn’t exactly know why. he can find anything he likes about the other regions, but he finds it strange that his eyes automatically turn away from his home region. so he isn’t too happy to wind up back in kalos (well, he isn’t necessarily angry about it…but rather, indifferent?)

he rolls a small board out of the store and dusts the cluttering pile of chalk away from it. he looks up at the building and frowns slightly. despite the cafe belonging to a heavily populated city in kalos, it’s wedged between two buildings, making it look incredibly petite. it isn’t much better – he concludes as he opens the door just slightly to peek in – there are only three small tables and one counter with the ability to hold at least two people. (and he isn’t even going to start on the size of the kitchen.) he supposes it’s cute and an ideal place for couples who prefer being alone together, but – he blows on a cobweb – it’s nothing but a mess.

he shuts the door lightly, a small sigh escaping him. he ponders about just what exactly the owner of this establishment had been doing until he bumps into a small figure. he jumps back, crashing his back to the door. 

“oh excusez-moi,” he starts lightly, “but the store isn’t open yet…”

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. ambrosial

@snowxnomad

he opens the windows and takes a long, deep drag of the fresh air.

ovens. he’s not too good with them (unless we’re talking about cakes…in a box), so he made sure to come extra early to prepare himself for the day. what was once three full bowls of fresh berries had dwindled into a sad, half bowl of just bluk berries. he laughs nervously, a hand flying to latch onto the back of his neck. he really should have just said no…

he opens the oven and he’s instantly glad that he had opened the window. when the smoke finally clears, he’s greeted by a perfectly golden pie. his smile instantly brightens as he sets it next to his other, very pathetic attempts at the tart. (though if he was an artist, he would appreciate the varying vaues of raw whites and crispy blacks.) he wafts his perfect piece.

though one problem is solved, he knows another – very important – one is glaring at him at that moment. he stares at the almost-empty container of berries and rolls his sleeves back up. he decides it’s time for berry-picking. he picks up the empty bowls and the creaking of the door signified amie’s departure. he looks back for the final time and swallows thickly at the aromatic steam from the fresh pie.

surely nothing can go wrong!

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🐷!!

He wonders how high up this balloon is if this customer couldn’t reach it (from what Amie sees, the dear customer is just a few inches shorter than him). As he’s dragged out of the cafe and towards the tree, he looks at his shoes. There is always a possibility that people can stuff their shoes...

"Hein?” He rubs his eyes and takes another look. Surely, Dear Customer is kidding, right? There’s no way Amie could reach that. “U-Um, sir--”

But of course that isn’t his plan. He’s actually hoping the two would combine their heights together to form one, colossal person to reach for that balloon. Amie thinks for a moment until he feels something on his back. His hands immediately fly under the man’s legs as he tries to balance himself at the sudden increase in weight. “P-Please be careful up there,” Amie manages to say.

The man’s confident grin and unexpected wink makes Amie lose balance. The two flop onto the grass -- Amie’s hands now holding onto the customer’s ankles while he waves the balloon around victoriously. Amie gets up quickly and observes the man handing the balloon to a sobbing kid.

His giggling falls short as he notices a stark green stain on his crisp, white uniform.

[teufort-soviet]

Send “🐷” for my muse to give yours a piggyback ride.

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. misconceptions

@vatonxge

it’s been something he’d been doing recently (and by ‘recently’ i mean starting from that day).

first, he’d lug a trash bag out of the back entrance, squat behind the large garbage bin for a couple of minutes -- five minutes, tops -- and leave as his head wanders from left and right. when he makes eye contact with a wild, unassuming pokemon, he lifts a finger to his lips and hopes the pokemon wouldn’t attack it. he slides back into the cafe.

hours later, he notices the setting sun and rushes out the back door. he lets a relieved sigh leave his lips before lowering himself to a quivering whismur. “don’t worry, no one’ll attack you,” he reassures, giving the pokemon a light pat on the head. as whismur’s ears relax, amie reaches into his pocket and hands the small pokemon a cookie.

“i’m putting my job on the line to sneak this to you,” he jokes quietly with a small wink. the whismur accepts the gift. one bite of the cookie has the pokemon soaring into the air, jumping and chirping. amie giggles and reaches for whismur’s ear; he gives it a light squeeze.

whismur freezes in mid-air, squeaks loudly, then flops down on the ground. amie quickly swipes his hand off its ear.

“o-oh...!”

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yoo jung

source : line webtoon

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i think i’m finally done tweaking the about page, the pokemon page, and navigation page (though that one’s still a wip) but either feel free to like for a starter ( i’ll probably ask you about the ‘genre’ you want to do) or just shoot an ask? length my vary but i’m pretty wordy tbh......

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