#hiddengriefs

[spikemuthtoothfairy]

I'm gonna go absolutely feral please observe my two best boys drawn by the incredible @hiddengriefs

[floaroanemoia]

📂 ooo i wanna know

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have || Accepting @hiddengriefs

     Much like what is suggested in the Shaymin events of BDSP/DPPT, the people of the Floaro-Eterna area have set up various, mirror-like rocks throughout Hisui, which serves as sites of worship for Shaymin. Aside from offering wreaths of flowers, other covered things (such as food, medicine, etc.), and their prayers, the rocks themselves are important. They are to be inscribed upon in a script that has, in the present day, been lost to time, aside from those in Sarana’s community and perhaps one other group of people. What is meant to be written on these stone tablets are expressions of gratitude, and what or who helped the person grow throughout their journey around Hisui. They remain etched upon the surface until Shaymin visits the shrine, and returns the stone to its mirror-like state once more. The go-to phrase is usually “<name of person/place/thing>, to whom I give thanks” (which is what remains written after the BDSP/DPPT event), although longer and more eloquent ones have been written.

     In Sarana’s case, over the years, she has dedicated her expressions of gratitude to:

Her mother and father

Her pokemon (Jonquil, Sophora, Erykah, Primrose, Neem, Scilla)

Shaymin

Almighty Sinnoh

Mother Life (which is just Xerneas, as they’re viewed as the ones who created the shaymin)

Nature

The stars above

Hisui

And specifically for our lore, she has likely also dedicated one to Hanako, for her friendship

[prisonicmorality]

♠ Dirty little secrets, ☆ How adventurous are they?, ❀ One thing they’re dying to try. (hiiii)

♠ Dirty little secrets.

Volo acts like he just wants to be handled roughly, and while that's true, he'd be lying if he didn't want to be treated gently and fondly just once. He's used to being used and using people, and if anyone ever cared about him enough to be kind to him intimately, he'd probably have no clue how to handle it.

But he really does want to be cared about in that way.

☆ How adventurous are they?

He's pretty adventurous for the most part and is up for trying most kinks at least once, though he draws the line at bathroom things and ageplay and Pokemon (obviously). But he doesn't really balk at much, especially since his openness tends to make it easier to find beds to sleep in.

❀ One thing they’re dying to try.

Tie him up and take control away from him. He always has to be in charge of the situation regardless of the role he's in, but he'd be interested in having that control wrested away from him.

[exnusquam]

Ooc.; @hiddengriefs yes that post was triggered by u thank u hello my child u are safe now here

[fxtelism-moved]

@hiddengriefs​​

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People in the shrine. People in the shrine! Her excitement cannot be more evident— except that she must not show it to the visitors. It’s her duty to be serene and—

— Well some Gastly decided to join the duo with the same enthusiasm the priestess feels. Quickly she appears running and carrying an onusa to gently shove them away. There is respect for the ghost types, Hanako thinks, but they have a bad reputation given by the people and prefers to keep them at bay as much as she can so they don’t bring any embarrassing situations to those who are at the shrine.

❝P-please forgive me!❞ the priestess says loudly while bonking in the head some of the pokemon. ❝We have an agreement, don’t we, guys?❞ her blushed cheeks face the guests. ❝I- I can swear this doesn’t happen very often— well it does happen, but I can manage it! Please feel free to walk around while I make sure they don’t bother you, okay? There’s a small fountain and... sights— ah, forgive me...❞

There was a sense of relief for him to see another trainer around this area, putting one worry at ease. At least that was he assumed of her as one since the few Gastly apparently belonged to her. 

“Thank you, and you don’t have to apologize. We’re just happy to see someone around here.” While some of the Gastly were hovering around him and his Chandelure, they didn’t really mind though. The two looked around the shrine, it was been a long time that they had seen one before. “If I may ask,  miss, where are we exactly? This place is new to us.” 

[arceun]

An envelope is sent to him by a Staravia. It's contents are; pressed dried flowers -as a reminder that she's the sender-, a small hand painted scene of the Obsidian Fielands, and a small letter thanking him for his duties. Perhaps with a bit more flattering that the needed.

 for  the  miles  &  miles  it  travelled,  some  semblance  of  scent  from  these  flowers  still  emanates  from  the  dried  petals;  if  ever  his  senses  were  dulled,  let  it  never  be  his  sense  of  smell!  sitting  here,  beneath  the  comfortable  warmth  of  the  cobalt  sky,  he’s  reminded  of  hanako。  perhaps  some  chill  runs  down  his  spine;  he  chalks  it  up  to  the  memories  of  the  icy  alabaster  winds,  the  snow  that  melted  in  his  boots  &  frozen  his  toes。

 (  volo,  thank  you  for  …  )  the  art:  not  a  thing  he’s  seen  in  quite  some  time。  his  attention  lies  on  ruins,  on  legends,  on  old  etchings  in  stone  walls  and  tablets  that  speak  of  old  history  &  lives  passed。  admittedly,  he  pays  less  attention  to  the  present  than  he  should。  the  watercolours          hanako         bring  him  back。

 he  smiles,  sincerely,  where  no  one  can  see  him。  perhaps  there  is  a  faint  blush  across  his  cheeks。  perhaps  it’s  only  the  heat  getting  to  him,  sudden  and  stifling  beneath  the  fur  of  his  jacket。  to  distract  himself,  he  begins  to  dig  through  his  belongings。  ❛  刺?  ❜      and  behind  him,  his  togetic  chirrups。  ❛  will  you  bring  me  something  flat  to  write  on?  ❜

[unchcsen]

@hiddengriefs​ ASKED:

❝I have heard of you, sir.❞ Her voice comes out like a line, although soft. Almost showing more compassion than fear or dislike. ❝Have you been alright...? Are you in need of shelter or food?❞ 

   Those words have been the suspenseful introduction to a few conversations by now, and they have started to sound like small talk: something that people say, but which holds no meaning on its own. Though he notes her gentle tone, Volo holds his breath, waiting for whatever comes next.

   “Oh, I find that I’m quite used to it by now...” he begins with a faint smile.

   Then he pauses, struck silent by the contrast between his shabby clothing and her garments. When was the last time he saw white like that, other than the mountain snow? He doesn’t want to get any closer, in case his presence alone might cause a stain. He lowers his eyes to the ground. His smile vanishes and his tone changes, becoming one of shame.

   “I must be honest with you, gracious lady, for I fear there is no use in trying to lie: I am always in need of shelter and food. But that is simply my lot, which I accept. I don’t wish to cause you any hardship. Especially in such a sacred place as this.”

[karaktcrs]

@hiddengriefs​ replied to your post:

Feed, definitely!

Mai looks at the food offered to her with curiosity. It smells very good, which brings a smile to her lips. “Oh! Thank you! I don’t think I’ve ever had this before. What is it?”