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𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒, an independent writing blog for DULSE, from gamefreak's pokémon ultra sun & moon. written by merlin (he/it, 24yrs). rules. bio.
also sorry for not being here very much you can find me more active at @alolily, @151dex, & @fossilmaniac
furfrou is making him hold her like a human baby.
looks at dulse. blinks. proceeds to write in their journal …
tries to peek and see what they're writing... curiosity is killing him!
whatever man
yeagh
NIPLESS....??? SO NO MILK???????
DO NOT THE ALIEN
can i tuch it
❛ i... don't know what you're talking about. be more specific. ❜
“ e-eh... i mean, um... those things on your neck? they’re moving... ”
it takes him a moment.
and his face flushes a deep blue, speckled marks lighting up on his cheeks. dulse glances away—looking anywhere but her face.
❛ s... sure. you can. if you want. ❜
" i can glow, too. but i glow a lot brighter than you do. "
❛ that's cool. wanna see how far away you can get before i stop seeing your light at maximum brightness? we can use walkie-talkies to communicate. ❜
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❛ i... don't know what you're talking about. be more specific. ❜
whatever man
yeagh
𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ N.SF.W HCS.
amab. penor is 6.2in and strange. ridged along the length of the underside and has almost a gill-like structure along the outer sides.
dominant versatile. he can be submissive but you have to earn it.
dislikes eye contact-heavy positions, as it makes him lose focus and become unsettled. if necessary he'll bury his face in his partner's neck or shoulder or just close his eyes altogether.
not especially experienced by default. he's almost had some encounters but none of them went past the clothes for one reason or another. more often than not, it was him who halted the interactions. new experiences make him uncomfortable, even though he seeks them out.
no known kinks or fetishes, he'll just have to find out.
preference for androgynous or masc-presenting people of any gender. though he's never immune to pretty woman.
ummm... mcpound him
" have you never seen someone fish before? "
❛ is it a recreational activity? or are you going to catch the fish—or, are you going to eat the fish? ❜ the alien inquires before seating himself beside her, notably distant in proximity though it may still feel like he's downright watching over her shoulder with his intensity of observation.
constantly 🤏 this close to taking away his penis privileges
@lumiless // continued;
"...?"
Huh...? So were they buddies or nah? Marlon wants to crawl out of the water a little more, but decides against it. The other was already a bit startled... might spook him off fully.
"Hey, relax-- I ain't gonna say anythin'." It was only his own secret he wasn't careful with. Not even on purpose. He just never had to hide it well, since people filled in random blanks of their own. They just assumed he was very atlethic with the jumps, and he was a Water-type trainer, so being around water was just normal too. Basically, they just assumed he was... unique in his own way.
"Jus' as long as ya don't tell anyone 'bout me either, I guess?" Gotta cover that base just for Roxie's peace of mind. He points at his lower body, which was still very much fish like. "We merfolk gotta stick together, righ'?"
❛ . . . you aren't human. ❜
now it hits. there are sapient lifeforms separate from human or pokémon on this planet. that's an incredible discovery, but... like this? terrifying. even after he's covered up again, he still feels vulnerable.
❛ i am not "merfolk", i am... you'd call me an "alien", i believe. ❜
but why are they, at a glance, so similar? well, aside from the fishy lower body, anyway. their gills are in roughly the same locations, roughly similar sizes... it's just that this stranger also notably has fins, and fingers that are much more webbed than his own. truly, a fish.
❛ are you... are there more of you? ❜
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"Gill buddies!!" He grins, pointing at his own frilled gills. They might not glow like the other's, but still! (from marlon)
it's easier at night. the sun's rays, still blinding, but softened and diluted by the moon's mirror—dulse can free himself from his helmet and visor, he can unzip his spacesuit just past his chest and truly appreciate the cooling beach breeze. no one is around, after all; he doesn't need to worry about observers or even curious pokémon this late in this area. it's quiet, the area is dark enough for him to see, and...
someone just crawled out of the water.
dulse stares in shock and horror for the briefest moment before hurriedly zipping his suit back up, scrambling for his helmet. so much for microdosing on sunlight through the moon. fuck his life.
❛ i apologize—i did not know anyone was here, i wouldn't have.. if i'd known, i'd have remained covered. i apologize, again. please do not say anything about this to anyone. ❜
*Dangles a cat toy in front of him*
it's a fuzzy ball on a string. dulse understands not the significance of it, staring at it with intensity as he tries to understand why. he reaches for it, only for the other to jolt it away from him. frustrated, he reaches for it again, only for it to be jolted in another direction a second time. again, and again, he falls for it, growing more irritated with each failed attempt to capture the fuzzy ball. eventually he manages to grab it with a tight grip before it can be pulled away from him, and the victorious chuckle that bubbles up from his chest is a bit too enthusiastic.
❛ hah! i've bested you at your silly ga— ❜
❛ why do you look so smug...? ❜