#etherealitea

[echoesoforre]

🎀 for green!

Send me a symbol to give my muse…

[[ Currently Accepting ]]

🎀- a bow.

“Oh my God. This is it. This is... the highest couture. I love this. It’s beautiful.” He pressed his fingertips to his lips and made a loud kissing sound as his fingers spread out. “Wonderful. Ten out of ten. Love this little girl. Also — who are you.”

[shadowbound]

The Hand That Soothes ;; Dark & Élise

@etherealitea liked for a starter!

If he was being honest, Dark wasn’t quite sure where he was-- somewhere in Kalos, was all he knew for certain. He had stayed away from the larger towns and cities, preferring to skirt the borders and camp whenever he needed to. Being in such a foreign place made him extremely anxious, but the former Shadow had promised himself that he would come to this region as soon as he could.

For the sake of his newest Pokémon.

Zangoose was cautiously exploring the small forested area Dark had brought him to, ears and tail twitching at every small sound. The young Pokémon appeared curious, almost as if he remembered the scents and colours of the foliage around them, which Dark took to be a good thing. Back in Unova he had rescued both Zangoose and a small egg from Kalosian Pokémon traffickers, attempting to sell them on the black market; Zangoose had been horribly malnourished and most likely traumatised as well, what with the countless scars ripping through his white fur-- but Dark didn’t want to think about that. He had decided almost immediately that he would endeavour to bring Zangoose back to Kalos as soon as he could, and give the Pokémon the opportunity to return to wherever it was that he had come from.

It wasn’t an easy task, however. Zangoose was incredibly reluctant to trust him (understandably, of course, given his history) and was often quick to lash out violently, which made trying to communicate with him quite difficult. Dark had no idea if this Zangoose was a wild Pokémon, or if he used to belong to someone, if he had a home or a family... but he had to try and do what he could, or he would never be able to forgive himself.

Gently placing his bag beside him, the white-haired man bent his knees and knelt on the grassy ground. “Zanko,” he said gently, and Zangoose jolted at the sound of Dark’s affectionate nickname, “do you remember this place? Does is smell familiar?”

The Zangoose scrunched up his nose, eyes narrowing, but he glanced around the clearing and slowly began to approach. Dark held still, allowing the Pokémon to come to a stop about a foot from him and sit down, before he reached to his bag for the small container of Pokémon food he kept there. Offering a few pieces to Zangoose, Dark murmured, “I know... It’s very strange, isn’t it?”

The rustling of foliage and branches from behind Dark was enough to startle the Zangoose. The cat ferret Pokémon went completely rigid, abandoning the food in Dark’s hand in favour of bolting away through the trees and out of sight. “--!! Zanko!” he called, but it was too late-- Zangoose was gone. 

With a frown Dark turned his attention to the source of the rustling, where a young girl was stepping hesitantly forward. Surprised to see someone else so far out from the main road, it took him a few moments to formulate words. “... Ah, I’m sorry for startling you, miss...” he said quietly, ducking his head in embarrassment. “Zanko-- I mean, Zangoose is a little timid...”

[undellabay-rp]

Hello Mods!! I've made a post on Élise (& I've got more posts coming), so she's ready to come off hiatus a couple days early!

Ready to run back into Wonderland, are we? Welcome back!

~ Rowlet-Mod

[echoesoforre]

♡ + technology for wes!

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon. | Accepting.

For some reason, people see the Snag Machine on Wes’s arm and assume he’s some sort of cyborg, or that he knows anything about advanced technology, as if he designed it. It’s earned him a lot of technology-based nicknames, like High Tech.

[drxgonchamp]

9. Would your muse hurt people they care about if they were angry? for lance!

No. Even if he’s downright raging, he’s got enough semblance of control to divert his anger to those who ignited it in the first place. While he doesn’t outwardly show it, Lance cares deeply to those that had managed to earn his friendship. He would much sooner take a blow or a bullet than physically harming his loved ones. 

Though, in terms of their feelings, that might be another case entirely. Lance may not harm a hair on their head, but he could be quite scathing with his words, even if he ultimately wishes for their continued safety. He’s a lot more loose tongued when he’s truly angry and may end up saying things he would come to regret later. He makes sure to apologize as quickly as possible, even if it meant swallowing his pride to do so.

[coolteachxr]

🛒 for harley!

🛒- Your muse finds mine napping in an unusual spot…

It’s only by chance that she spots it. A quick glance as she passes by a classroom basked in the glow of the setting sun. Elise almost made her way across before pausing. She turns back to properly peer into what she presumed was an empty classroom. 

A gasp escapes her pink lips at the sight of a pair of legs sticking out from the teacher’s desk. 

She stares at it for a moment longer, then finds it in her to cautiously enter the room, her gaze never straying from the legs. On one hand, she should probably call someone but there is that saying of curiosity killed the cat but curiosity brought it back. 

Well, Elise hopes that whoever the owner of these legs are, they’re not really...

The Kalosian pauses just a few feet away from the desk. She should check things out but the notion of actually touching the legs is a bit... eh. A quick sweep of her surroundings nets her a long wooden ruler. It’s quite heavy in her hands but it would suit her purposes. 

Slowly crouching down, Elise positions the ruler and gives the tip of the left shoe a quick nudge. There’s no response, which prompted her to give the heel this time a poke. Again, there’s nothing that indicate anything positive.

Elise shakes her head before trying a few more times. With each unfavorable outcome, she feels something steadily getting heavy inside of her. A scary thought flashes through her mind, making her pause in her next attempt. Oh no... surely they’re not... dead?

Before that could truly sink it, Elise gives one last hard poke to the exposed ankle as opposed to the shoe. This time, she gets a sudden yelp, followed by the desk jumping a bit from the heavy collision with the person under it. She hears a loud moan of pain, followed by a litany of curses that could burn any ear listening to it!

“Excuse me,” she pushes out, effectively cutting off the stream. “Are you... alright?”

“Yeah,” comes the gruff reply. Elise watches the legs disappear, to be replaced by a pair of hands that grips the sides of the desk. In one swift motion, a figure rises, a very familiar figure with hair that reminds her of a Fletchling’s nest.

“Oh! Mr. Harley!” Now, isn’t this a surprise!

Mr. Harley rubs a spot on his head, only to wince at the touch. She assumes it’s from the bump. “If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing down there?”

His mismatched eyes fell upon her, and then the teacher covers a loud yawn. “I was taking a nap.”

Her brows furrow ever so slightly. “Underneath a desk?”

“Yes.”

“Well, wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?” She’s trying to grasp her mind around sleeping on the floor, just like that! Her mother surely would have thrown a fit if she had laid down on the hard, dirty ground and dirtied her pretty dress. 

“It’s the only place that I could nap without being spotted,” he replies easily. “Except for you, it seems.” It’s added like an afterthought.

“Oh, I didn’t see you, at least not at first! I saw legs sticking out and went to check...”

Mr. Harley scratches his hair. “Huh. Well, it’s not exactly a smart move to check things out on your own, especially if it seems like a dangerous scenario. But...” He sighs, almost fondly. “I suppose, thank you for checking up when you did. I probably would have slept through the night, and that’ll be a real pain.”

She looks curious still, but raises a hand before she could question anything. “Before you ask. It’s been a long week, and I need a nap to power through responsibilities without the constant usage of caffeine. Needed to draw a line before heart failure really becomes a thing.”

Elise isn’t quite exactly sure on how to respond to that. “That doesn’t sound good,” she decides in the end.

“Yeah, which is why I took a nap. A--” He casts a quick glance at the wall clock. “--good two hour nap. Well then.” Mr. Harley does a few stretches, then gestures at the door. “How about we leave the premise before we get in trouble, yeah? I’ll treat you to something if you keep this quiet for me.”

Elise didn’t expect that going back to the Trainer’s School to grab something that she forgot would end up in such a manner, but she is feeling quite peckish. Isn’t it rude to decline when Mr Harley has offered it?

The blond girl smiles, sweet and soft before nodding her head. “I’d love to!”

[dreamworldprof-blog]

"Happy birthday, Professor Burnet! It is your birthday, right? If not, we can always celebrate your unbirthday!"

“Why yes, it sure is!” She smiled at the petite girl, giving her a nod. “Did you come all the way to wish me a happy birthday? How nice of you! More youths should take your example, miss... I don’t think I caught your name?”

@etherealitea

[seekingtrainers-tv]

❛ Oh dear, I hope I'm not too late! ❜ Rushing up to the reporters, Élise looks a little lost and a bit hurried, but more importantly, she looks excited. ❛ Hello? You are Gabby and Ty, yes? My name is Élise and I think I won a raffle? ❜ She takes a pause to catch her breath, but she quickly recomposes herself, straightening her hair and dress. ❛ If it's still alright, I'm here for the baby Dedenne I was promised? ❜

When she got this request from this cute little girl, she knew she couldn’t let her down! And that also meant that whatever sparks and static would come their way, Ty would always be there to sponge up the hits.

Yes he would. Yes he would. Did she say Ty? No, of course she meant Magnemite! They were practically built for that, anyway!

So off they went to the beautiful Kalos region, and they’d see those lush gardens again, and again, and... again. For three days straight. Hey, nobody ever said shiny hunting was easy.

Day three rolled around, the two sweaty and exhausted, still holding all of their recording gear with them with every escapade, and then they spotted him! Cheeky and mischievous and chocolate-brown! He was a good little boy at first, they thought, but it wasn’t long before he let them pet him and nuzzle him, and then he’d send his sparks flying to let you know you fell for his little game!

Gabby’s hair would be a mess for weeks, but that’s not what mattered now! What mattered now was making that little girl happy, darn it! So she huffed, making sure the little troublemaker didn’t hide all his nuts and berries everywhere around the studio before the girl in blue showed up. Gabby’s hair had still never recovered — but no matter! She was beaming. “Oh, little miss, you’ll have to keep an eye out for this one! He tries to play nice, then he gets you with his sparks!”

“But I’m sure you can handle him, right? He is a Fairy-type after all. Seems fitting, for a Fairy Tale Girl!”