#gothielle

[pokemoncreatureguyorthing]

Gothielle

Creature

Guy

Thing

Remaining time: 4 days 1 hour

[marrowminced]

gothies!! quick rq for my partner <3

[thestalkerbunny]

I think I speak for the whole community that the Gothielle line up was always pretty fucking rough to look at, so I redesigned it to suit it a bit better.

Gothita-The Fixation Pokemon. Gothita is known for collecting odd ends and objects that seem to have no use but are very important to them. It has a strong interest in stones and spends their days arranging them in patterns on the ground. It often uses the one single long ribbon on it's back to gets things off high places it's short body can't reach. It often will give it’s trainer these rocks as a sign of friendship.

Gothorita-The Manipulation Pokemon. This human shaped pokemon goes as far as to think it is a human. It often is see hanging around children's schools and manipulates them into doing favors for it-like carrying rocks for them or buying them snacks. It is often mistaken by near sighted people for being a spoilt school child. It's flesh like ribbons on it's back are known to lash out if approached aggressively from behind. They say that the Trainer doesn’t pick the Gothorita-the Gothorita assert itself and decides YOU are now it’s trainer.

Gothielle- The Astral Body Pokemon. Finally it's full potential and understanding of the universe is awoken and it has the ability to tap into it's power using strange stone circles it makes as a focus. It is often known for being at two places at once-astral projecting it's own body so it can multi task while it's physical body is busy meditating and forseeing the future and past. It is often followed by a number of  Gothoritas and Gothita's in groups and they are often found dancing together under the full moon. While Guardivor is the emotion pokemon who connects with trainers on an emotional level, Gothielle is the logical pokemon-it will often calculate the odds of the timelines the future  holds and direct it’s trainer in the most promising direction-even if it’s something opposite of what the trainer wants.

[lechonk-de-pomaire]

Giving gothic lolita realness #pokemon #gothielle

[ask-lavender-inn-blog]

“If I were looking for business advice, I’d ask for it.” Cassandra said curtly, not caring for tact. She was tired, and the inn seemed to be attracting more criticisms than guests. Cleaning plates and dusting furniture had been all she had done today, and hearing the unwarranted comments from a stranger was made especially unwelcome. Her back ached from standing for as long as she had, and her stomach growled. There was no room in her mind for manners.

[ask-lavender-inn-blog]

“When I was eighteen, my father died. He got sick; there was an influenza going around, I suppose. I was bereft. My sister had already left the house, and she married an ill-regarded gallade with a penchant for gambling. I haven’t seen her since her marriage, but I’ve heard they live somewhere in Hoenn now.” Daphne continued, crossing her legs as she leaned further back into the chair. 

“Mother had passed as well, though several years prior to father. Not even the doctors were certain what had happened to her, but,” her voice strained and she opted to clear it abruptly, “I’d rather not speak of her, for now. 

“I stayed alone in our estate for a few weeks. It was lonely. The silence I had once found so comforting was now mocking; I would go for walks in the hills, sometimes to town, and simply watch as life unfolded before me. It was a miserable time. I knew I could not afford to keep a staff, and my social presence had been greatly hindered by the actions of my sister and the death of mother. I needed to find a husband with some clout, but that did not seem feasible. 

“An old friend of my mother worked as a maid at a much more prestigious estate, which housed a Lord. She proposed that I work there with her, for at least I’d have a home and a steady, though low, income. Some more time fell away, and I grew progressively embittered to my circumstances. One day, I walked into town to receive the post, and found a letter from the maid. After speaking to the Lord, she said she secured me a position as a housemaid. That same evening, I packed what little I still had, and found myself in a coach on my way to what is now Lumiose City.”

[ask-lavender-inn-blog]

With Cassandra gone, off in the kitchen to make the tea, Daphne folded her hands with care, fussing over the cuff of her sleeve for just a moment before returning to her guest. She leaned back in her chair, settling in to the worn upholstery.

“My father had never been a very rich man.” She began immediately, launching directly into her narrative without room for bothersome explanation. “He was kind, surely, and was well-mannered in all the ways that counted. Mother married him while she was still quite young, but without any prospects to her name, denying his proposal was not her prerogative. Still, I would like to believe they loved each other. 

“Father lived in a small house, nothing worth dwelling on in terms of size or decor. Stowed away in the middle of the hills, more than two miles from the main road, it was always very quiet. Sometimes, I think back to that silence. I had an elder sister, Jane, with curled black hair. She refused to wear her stockings, and mother always had a fit come time to go out. 

“I was closer to my father, and maybe that was due to our coloration--we’re both what I suppose is colloquially known as ‘shiny’. My childhood was a happy one, insofar as I was kept fed and clean. I had no governess to supply an education, but I would frequently sneak into father’s study and read. All was well for thirteen years.” Daphne finished, brushing away a piece of lint that had fallen on her shoulder. With practiced indifference, she turned to see if Cassandra had finished the tea. Ears straining to hear the sound of the kettle, she shook her head. “I don’t know what that silly girl is up to,” she muttered, half to herself and half to Ivano.

”Anyway...

(To be continued) 

[ask-lavender-inn-blog]

Cassandra  entered a living room, nodding in vague acknowledgment at her grandmother. The fire burned steadily; the room was encapsulated by its warm glow. Daphne turned toward the empty chair upon seeing Ivano, saying nothing as of yet. 

“My name is Daphne,” the older gothielle said with a venerated countenance. Wisps of gray hair were illuminated by the flames. 

Cassandra cleared her throat, as if there was chatter to disrupt. “He would like to know about the inn.” It took a moment before Daphne reacted, and she did so in way that suggested the breadth of the tale she was about to tell.

“Why, of course. Take a seat. Cassandra, go make us some tea. We’ll be here a while,” and with a dismissive flick of her frail wrist, she turned to the stranger, ready to speak.