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[ice-overlxrd-blog]

Hideout ( Ghetsis + Moros )

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

The clock in the room ticked on. The room was quiet, although there was definitely an inhabitant there. Bright tea green hair, a cloak that drifted from head to floor. Ghetsis was here, and staring out the window. This place had been prepared in advance, for Ghetsis, when he eventually needed to go into hiding, and there were only two people who knew of it. Ghetsis, and Moros.

Ghetsis’ defeat had led him down the path of despair. What good comes from failure...? Double failure. He failed twice, not once, but twice, his plans had been foiled. Ghetsis didn’t know what to say or feel anymore. He had no plans left. This was evident in his silence. His cowardice. Hiding away in his bedroom, away from the world, and the rest of it.

But this wasn’t all he was doing. Ghetsis took this time to think and re-evaluate everything he’s done in his life up until now. There was... a lot of bad stuff. Not much good stuff, and overall he had a lot to repent for.

If he chose to, of course.

The silence of the house was welcoming, and it meant that Moros was not yet home, which allowed Ghetsis hours of silent thinking and staring. Sometimes he read a book, sometimes he even started a fire, which was rare, considering most days, it was hard for Ghetsis to even leave his bed, weighed down by the depression of his defeat. 

And so he stares, out the window at the trees and the Pokemon scurrying past to their daily lives, and he waits.

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[crowncut-blog]

;; from shadows. // @doomedgod​

          THE PRESENCE IS ALL TOO familiar.  that feeling ─  that he’s being followed and observed ─  is much too reminiscent of the past to be a coincidence.  it’s been a while since n ventured into town so he brushed off the feeling as re-adjusting to being among people,  but after failing to rid of the suspicion,  n concluded that his assumption  HAD  to be correct.  it’s been looming over him not long after his arrival.

a shadow.

ah ─  when was the last time he noticed one of them?  surely not since the final incident with team plasma.  but one thing’s for certain :  he’d never forget,  no matter how much time passed,  what it was like being followed by one of them.  how could he?  the SHADOW TRIAD was much too memorable for that.  a plethora of questions trickle through his thoughts.   for once,  n is unsure of how he feels about the situation.  it never occurred to him to reconcile with any of the triad.  and now he’s ─  coincidentally ─  happened upon one of them.  n decides that he cannot ignore this.  but he’s not about to deal with this confrontation in the eyes of others.  he’s quite sure the shadow will feel the same.

he wanders casually,  hoping to not draw attention to the fact that he’s aware he’s being watched.  maybe the member can tell ─  he isn’t sure.  the triad’s abilities are shrouded in a mystery n doesn’t fully understand himself.  he’s not even sure which member lurks in his shadow.  it’s not long before he finds a clearing,  free from the sights of others.  n hums,  his pace slowing,  until he feels content with his choice. 

❝ you know, ❞  his gaze remains fixated on the distance,  almost as if he’s speaking to nobody in particular,  but he’s sure his voice will reach the other,  ❝ i believe it is common practice for old companions to greet each other. ❞  perhaps ‘ companions ’ isn’t quite the right word.  allies?  what relation remained once n made his break with team plasma? regardless. 

❝ so come,  why don’t you show yourself?  the public’s eye is no more,  you have nothing to hide from any longer. ❞

[shestumbled-blog]

moros || stephanie - silent night

               @doomedgod​

          she shuffled awkwardly, very much so put off by the fact that she was locked in the storage closet with a man who was very much so taller than her. this was unfair and an atrocity to the whole society of short people. craning her neck a certain way, she studied the man in front of her. despite his obviously huge height, he also donned a sort of....cool and suave look. this was not good to dwell on. this was causing her anxiety. her palms were already sweaty enough from holding picos hand. abort. abort.

how were they going to get out of this? “u-uhm... a-are you able to knock the door down or s-something?” she eyed the man and how close he was to her, her whole body shivering at the fact that he was so close.

[curseoflight-blog]

moodboard for Moros / @doomedgod.

❝all of us. all of us. we're doomed.❞

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[dracohearted]

dragonspiral 👑 moros & iris

@doomedgod

Electric energy rolled through the air, with the low rumbling of an impending storm warning people to take shelter before the inevitable downpour. The day was drawing to a close, and so the homes and small businesses of Icirrus City shut themselves up tight for the night. Only those who might have the least bit of disregard for the weather would think to be out in conditions like that - so naturally, Unova’s Champion had decided to spend some time around the city’s outskirts. Specifically, of course, because of the weather.

Iris had always been one to admire a thunderstorm, which she’d admit trails back to watching the dragon trainers of her village battle against one another during the storm itself. She’d remembered asking about it once, and being told that to endure the storm was to endure the intensity and danger of a dragon’s power. The memory stayed with Iris, and surfaced whenever it began to rain like it was. Iris knew it had been a long time since she had done anything like this, which made it all the more special for her.

Far from most of the city’s buildings, Iris held a Pokeball upward toward the sky. Darkening clouds swirled above her, and a slight drizzle was soon to follow. The Champion tossed her Pokeball into the air, and in a flash of light her Gabite appeared before her. The Pokemon roared, obviously prepared for whatever Iris might be putting her up against this time; with a quick assessment, however, there seemed to be no challengers before them. Ingrid looked to Iris, curious as to what was in store.

Iris gave a slight smirk, making direct eye contact with her Pokemon and moved into her first position. She crouched down slightly, using her left hand to steady herself against the ground, and stretching her right out to the side. Curious, but mesmerized as well, Ingrid mimicked the way her trainer stood. 

“Ready?”

[dracohearted]

lightning rod 👑 moros + iris

@doomedgod liked for a starter.

When the clouds in the sky grow dark and electricity crashes and echoes across Unova, that’s when her dragons tend to seek shelter. Sure, there are some species of them who thrive when thunder and lightning curse the sky, but her cave-dwellers prefer the cool, damp, and rocky walls of Victory Road. Storms are not uncommon, especially when there’s a particular Force of Nature that will bring them around every now and again. There was something about this particular storm, though, almost suspicious -- but it wasn’t Iris’ concern at the moment. What she was focused on, was taking shelter.

They’d only been training just moments before, it seemed. The Champion and her Gabite had been working hard when the grey clouds began to loom overhead. She’d brushed it off, at first, but a downpour was quick to follow, and even as she just began running back into town, her clothes and hair were very quick to be soaked. Sounds crashed overhead just as she hustled into the Pokemon Center.

Water dripped off of her shoulders and onto the floor, but Iris marched right up to the nurse’s station and handed the woman her Pokemon -- and politely asked for a towel or two.

[gildinglillies]

Restoration | Moros + Lillie

@doomedgod​

Spring in Unova was always unpredictable, but Moros had been enjoying the relatively stable conditions of near-constant clouds and rain for the past several weeks. Overcast days were just fine with him; they meant fewer people were out and about while he was training. Especially at the Undella Town Beach. Most residents hadn’t arrived for their summer stays yet, and no one wanted to spend the day at a rained-on beach. The unusual terrain also made it ideal for pushing himself and his team, making running and other maneuvers twice as hard.

But while the day had started off as cloudy and cool as ever, as the sun climbed higher in the sky it also managed to clear up any lingering traces of bad weather. Now, it was unbearably hot, and with the warm weather came the predictable crowd of people, as if they had all been waiting with their baskets and beach towels for the moment the sun made an appearance.

Moros had long since shed his jacket, but there was nothing to be done about the rest of his overly-warm outfit, the black pants and worn gray top absorbing every ray of sunlight possible. He’d at least been able to tie his hair back to keep it off his neck, but now that the beach was populated by visitors there wasn’t much point. He looked down at his Absol, sighing in defeat.

“Let’s take a break,” he said, sitting heavily on the sand before drawing his knees up and draping his arms over them. He’d just catch his breath a little, then they’d get out of there and find someplace else to practice.

Although the warm weather brought crowds to the seaside, the larger number of people didn’t make finding volunteers any easier. Everyone was too busy playing with their Pokemon or soaking up the sunshine to want to lend a hand. Lillie held up an arm to shield her eyes, scanning the shore for someone who wasn’t having too much fun.

One beachgoer stuck out from the rest, his dark clothing in stark contrast with the bright white sand. He didn’t seem to be a part of the groups around him, with only an Absol for company. Lillie began walking in his direction. Shimmer followed close behind, basking in the attention offered from nearby bystanders. The Sylveon clearly enjoyed the way her newly evolved form turned heads.

“Hello! The Aether Foundation is looking for a few more volunteers for our beach restoration project this afternoon. If you have some time to spare, we’d appreciate the help!” Lillie said, smiling down at the man and holding out an informational brochure.

Shimmer approached the Absol cautiously, her ribbons twisting through the air. Absol weren’t exactly common in either Kanto or Alola. Lillie recognized the Pokemon from her research of various myths and legends, where they often played a role in warning humans about impending disasters. She didn’t think Shimmer had seen one before, though.

“We’re also offering free tank tops to volunteers if you need something cooler to wear,” she continued. The clothes might be an intentional fashion statement, in which case she hoped her comment wouldn’t offend. But there was a chance that he’d simply been caught off guard by the shift in the weather, and she wouldn’t want him to pass up volunteering because he wasn’t dressed for the occasion.

[gildinglillies]

◆ what is one secret your muse has?

//Lillie secretly wishes that she could have spent more time with Nebby. She doesn’t really talk about it with anyone, because she’s worried people wouldn’t understand since she let it stay in Alola. She still thinks that was the right decision to make, and knows she couldn’t have exactly brought its fully evolved form on her journey in Kanto, but sometimes she imagines what it would have been like if Nebby stayed as a Cosmog a little longer…

(Bonus: While not a consciously kept secret, Lillie hasn’t bothered to mention her birthday to any of her friends. Although it’s probably just a matter of time before one of them realizes…)