#88sugiru

[artificialcrown]

◖ @88sugiru​​ ◗ frets:

"W-why the very NERVE of these ruffians! Your Highness, should I help clear the way?"

    THE PRINCE VERY slowly rises to a sitting position, removing his glasses ( thankfully not broken ) to clip them to his jacket. He closes his eyes in silence for a moment... before turning the gaze up to Klara.

❝... Not this one. But, if anyone else tries to join in? You have free reign.❞

[xmoonkissedx]

"...How DO you manage to keep your hair so perfect, dear?"

"I don't know - - I just. Wash it, an' brush it a lot... Conditioner, usin' uh... oils, n'stuff... Since I can get the stuff without stealin' it..."

He has a whole process, but he's embarrassed about it.

[bountifallbeachbash2020]

Welcome to the party! @gloryshielded​’s Gloria and @88sugiru​‘s Klara are just about finished setting up! 

Pop on the island and set up your tent! Say hi to other goers, or even the hosts! Visit the beach (which, we’ve blocked off an area where swimmers can safely enjoy without Sharpedoes showing up to consume their entire being. Thanks, Ms. Honey!). Dinner’s at 5!

We ask that all participation-related posts be tagged with:

#8ountifall8ash2020 

Feel free to make your own starters for your rp partners (threads can go on even after the event!), but we will also be posting our own sentence starters for each day of the event, today included! 

Any non-RP posts we like a lot may end up reblogged!

If you have any further questions, feel free to send us an ask!

Follow the event here, and roleplay accordingly!

[orbwoven]

◽ @88sugiru ◽

    WHILE THE WEATHER on the Isle of Armor was typically temperate, not a soul could deny that today was blisteringly hot. With the sun beating down on the earth without so much as a cloud to offer any cover, and the ocean providing a significant amount of humidity to the mix, it was the perfect sort of day to lounge around inside, or to dive into the ocean for a moment of relief. Regardless of the pastime, one thing is for certain; there wasn’t a soul alive that would want to be outside for long.

    No soul, save for one it seems. While Eilif certainly can’t deny that the weather was powerful, there’s also no denying results. It’s not too far from the entrance to the Master Dojo that he sits cross-legged in the grass, surrounded by no less than eight fomantis who, at least for the time being, don't seem to mind his presence much.

    It didn’t take a genius to tell that the young man was happy about his situation. The smile on his face is nothing short of serene as he sits with a half-filled sketchbook, carefully jotting down observations next to his latest drawing of the pokemon lazing around him while remaining blissfully unaware of the possibility that someone else could walk up on him.

[rockinroars]

【 DRAWING YOUR MUSE AS A DRAGON! | ACCEPTING 】

@88sugiru​​ sent in some fanmail:

🐲

❝ A real thing of beauty, with flashy frills and a fluffy top, but definitely having some of those look-but-don’t-touch kinda nature warnings! Probably a pair of venom-spitting fangs in that mouth, huh? ❞

[meaningfulsuggestion]

i finally got enough sleep last night and i feel amazing!

YAY I’m so proud of you! That’s honestly such a big accomplishment and I’m so glad you woke up feeling amazing! 

[draconscious]

SOFT SENTENCE STARTERS // still accepting!

@88sugiru​ asked: “Wait, are those-? Are those bruises?”

She’s barely spent a full day here...and Clair can already say that she loves the Isle of Armor. For a Leader with her unmatched level of drive and commitment to strength, the Galarian locale is a rough-and-tumble paradise. The various terrains are unforgiving, and even the wild Pokemon are surprisingly formidable. As twilight falls around the area, Clair finally decides to wind down after several hours of training. Leaning up against the rock wall of the Brawler’s Cavern, the panting dragon tamer quickly takes stock of herself, using Dragonair’s soft light to illuminate the area. After a full day of exploration and battles, her pale knees and arms are marked with bruises and scrapes. Clair swipes a sweaty lock of blue hair out of her eyes and smiles--despite the pain, the Leader feels exhilarated--it’s been a while since she’s challenged herself like this.  

However, her grin fades as a hesitant question is posed from the shadows, and Clair turns to face a familiar-looking trainer. Compared to the Blackthorn native, Klara’s outfit and overall appearance seem pristine--and Clair remembers now, remembers seeing the pink-haired woman lounging around the Dojo earlier that day. She regards the new arrival warily, unsure of what to make of her appearance.

“...Yes? What do you think they are?” Clair retorts, blunt and impatient as ever. Reaching into her travel pack to pull out some wipes and bandages, she winces--maybe the pain is a little worse than she thought. Still, curiosity gets the best of her. “...I really wasn’t expecting to run into anybody this late in the evening--why are you here?”

[unovasjustice]

@88sugiru​ transmitted:  ❝it’s raining. awesome. could things get any better?❞

    “Well, it could always get worse,” she attempts to appease the pink-haired trainer as the two bolt across the lowlands in search of shelter before the sky truly opens up above them. As expected, a low rumble coming from the distance hints at lightning and a bigger storm to come.  “I don’t see any buildings nearby. Do you know of any places where we can wait out the storm?”