#mortalshore

[boulderabaisse-blog]

@mortalshore​

          Sometimes, Steven found the time to explore previous areas he’s been to before. Mt. Pyre was one of the many places he enjoyed seeing. Exploring the inside of it never ceased to amaze him. He hoped that one day, maybe he’ll find a fossil deep in Mt. Pyre, but he has yet to find something of the sort. Sure, he was a lucky guy, but he wasn’t always lucky. Luck took time and patience, and patience was one trait that Steven happened to obtain over the years.

          It was night time before Steven knew it—he planned to be done with Mt. Pyre soon, and for once, he was late to arrive back home. He decided it was best not to worry in situations like this, even if, for some reason, the mountain has had a few shakes here and there. The earthquakes weren’t common in the mountain. Steven was already pretty far inside the winding paths, that at this rate, it might take more than a day to get back.

          To his surprise, he’s seen very few trainers in the mountain. Perhaps it was because it wasn’t the recommended trip to go to, or maybe the sudden tremors worried trainers. He was hoping to see at least someone, but the quietness was nice, despite the few pokemon sounds he would hear here and there.

          But up ahead, he saw someone standing near a rocky edge. He knew that, because of these tremors, there was a large chance they would fall.

           ❛ Standing there is dangerous unless you have the right pokemon with you, ❜ he hoped his warning would reach their ears, whoever they were. Something about their presence made him curious—maybe they were more than just strangers.

[seerofshadows]

"Kantonian Girl loses 50,000 poke to Unidentified psychic, investigation pending"

“…YOU DID WHAT??”

“Okay it’s not nearly as bad as it sounds,”

“50,000 POKE LEAF WHAT THE HELL”

“Okay she was pretending to be a psychic but then she felt bad and the I bought her lunch-”

“YOU BOUGHT HER LUNCH?? ON TOP OF GIVING HER YOUR MONEY”

“I don’t actually mind! Zinnia’s great-”

“She can’t be that great if she ripped you off like that-”

“RUI-”

“I’M NOT WRONG” 

“Oh whatever! Anyway, I’m not pressing charges or investigating … How did they get this headline?”

“I bet you Green fucking did it,”

“OH COME ON”

[mizukix]

part-time yeeting | moon && zinnia

@mortalshore

Hano Beach is, objectively, an excellent spot to relax— so long as one watches where they step.

Moon, personally, has never understood the tourists’ fuss. But then again, she isn’t wholly unbiased, either. She’s always liked pyukumukus, spikes and slime and all. Enough to catch one for herself, even, and designate it a member of her team for a fairly significant portion of her own pokémon journey. Alkes was never meant to be a battle partner— more, just a travel buddy, small enough that Moon would give it rides on her shoulder after Polaris evolved into dartrix and became too big to be held, and when Pyxis, still a pikachu, was taking respite in its pokéball. Moon never minded that her shirt would become sticky with secretion; it only meant that her shoulders would be very well moisturised.

Besides, there were always bigger, more attention-demanding problems to contend with.

Her team becoming more battle-oriented as she progressed in her Island Challenge was, probably, only natural. And it’s just as well— wanting to help Lillie and Nebby, to truly help them and make a difference, also necessitated that Moon make room on her team for stronger partners; fiercer, more keen on battle. Moon loves her pokémon; she’s found lifelong friends in them all. They’re always there for her, and willing to listen; they’ve never left her side or let her down. She just can’t help but be guilty that she can’t say the same of herself with good conscience.

The sand is warm between her toes. Moon’s sneakers are discarded higher up the shore, on the steps leading down from the resort. She’s come here with a mission in mind: Alkes hasn’t left her PC, hasn’t been let out of its pokéball even, in what must be weeks. Months, maybe. What kind of trainer does that make Moon?

Pokéball already in hand, Moon releases its inhabitant onto a sunny spot of sand. Blinking, Alkes chitters at her, softly and then with more gusto as Moon produces a handful of beans from her bag. She leaves it in a pile on the sand for her friend to enjoy.

Do pokémon resent their trainers for leaving them in the PC, she wonders. Physically, Moon knows they’re in excellent health— no harm can come to them there. But, still. What if Alkes, as a pyukumuku, had found a spot in the sand it liked? What if Moon had taken it away from that, all those years ago, when she’d first caught it?

The thought eats at her.

Eyes affixed to the rhythmic roll of the waves, watching without seeing, Moon doesn’t notice a whismur waddling up to where Alkes is making itself comfortable in the sand. It’s only when the whismur picks Alkes up, and the pyukumuku burbles in plaintive protest, that Moon snaps to.

Oh, right. Pyukumuku chuckers work at Hano Beach. Moon had worked as one, too, years back. But, since when are pokémon employed as pyukumuku chuckers? Since when are there whismur in Alola? Moon’s only ever seen whismur in pictures or owned by foreign trainers on vacation. So this has to be a trainer’s pokémon, right?

Moon doesn’t know if she should be snatching her pokémon out of the whismur’s grasp. Her hands end up hovering awkwardly, half outstretched, hesitant out of a reluctance to lay hands on somebody else’s pokémon. “Wait, no— That’s my—”

She’s waited a beat too long. Moon can only watch as the whismur winds its tiny arm back and launches Alkes into the sky, the pyukumuku soaring with impressive speed towards the wide, blue ocean.

“Oh...”

[seekingtrainers-tv]

"You know, for all the time I've spent in Unova at that shack on the beach, I've never bothered to venture out and explore the region myself. And I've heard Deinos are PRETTY damn temperamental, even for Dragon types... think you can snag me one?"

Well, with a pretty face like that, how could Gabby refuse! She was starstruck at the request, but she quickly realized, upon accepting it, that... she was in for a rough time. It took all of Ty’s begging and pleading for her to snap out of it, and realize that, in order to capture the elusive Pokemon, she and Ty would have to take yet another trip to a daring, deep-end cave to find the Dragon.

But hey, besides being a pretty face, she was a prizewinner, and Gabby wasn’t about to let the Lorekeeper down!

So they searched, having stuck a Smoke Ball on Magnemite in case they had to make more than one speedy escape! And eventually, they found the small baby there — green in stark contrast to the blues and blacks they were used to.

Needless to say, the Dragon-type expert was right; the Pokemon was difficult, not only to wrangle, but to take care of. Seeing as how he had no eyes, he decided to just eat everything in his path — threatening to tear away all of their expensive equipment around their studio, so much that Ty had to sacrifice a hat or two just to placate him.

When Zinnia finally did arrive, she appeared through the window, as you do, and sort of just... came up really really close to Gabby, asking where the Pokemon was. Flustered, she tucked her hair behind her ear and gestured vaguely to the black-and-green ball of destructive energy that was trying to make Ty’s prized camera equipment his lunch. 

“W-Well... you see, Miss Zinnia, that’s him right there! He seems perfect for you, if you ask me! He’s got just the same level of energy, and he’s super cute —!” Wait. Forget that last part.

“Seeing as how you’re an expert with Dragons, he’ll be listening to you in no time! ...I hope, anyway.”

[coolteachxr]

I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay? - from Zin... to Lance?

Platonic requests for affection (still accepting!)

At times, Lance wonders as to why he indulges in Zinnia’s little adventures. It’s bad enough that Cynthia likes to pull him into hers. Trouble is abound, but he has to admit that at the end of the day, he’ll find himself having fun. The exact thought process still remains a mystery to him, though he still finds himself deep in the woods of Hoenn. That didn’t exactly last long when the area they’re in is struck by a sudden rainstorm. 

Thankfully, they managed to take shelter in a cave before the sky opens up. By the looks of it, they’re stuck here for a good hour or two. Lance sighs, staring with a little bit of contempt at the grey clouds rolling ominously. Not how he’d wanted to spend his day, let alone when he’s on an adventure with Zinnia. Speaking of, she already took a seat, knees drawn up with her head resting within the folds of her arm.

Lance can’t quite make out her expression, but the general air that he gets says that he should probably leave her be. And he would have to. 

“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?” The words are uttered so softly that they almost got swept away by the howling wind. It’s a wonder that Lance even manages to catch it, let alone properly make out her request. The only indication of his surprise are the slight widening of the eyes. 

Now, he’s on amicable terms with Zinnia. The Champion might even see her as a friend if she’s not being particularly annoying. From the time he’s gotten to know her, she’s a bit of an enigma. Laidback yet reckless. Caring but could be thoughtless. Lance sees her as the type to give comfort, not ask for it -- for her request could only be seen as such -- or at least, willingly.

But he hasn’t been a Champion for more than a decade without learning that there are moments where it’s best not to overthink it. 

Silently, he returns back to her side, sitting down on the hard, slightly damp ground. From their spot in the cave, they’re able to view Mother Nature’s rage in relative safety. There’s the breeze that tickles his cheeks, the smattering of rain that falls in sheets, the scent of petrichor in the air. It’s honestly quite beautiful to look at, even with the flashes of lightning and rumbling of thunder breaking through the sound of rushing water.

Lance doesn’t say a word. There’s no need too. He doesn’t fully understand Zinna’s reason, but he understands enough that sometimes, people just wants a little reassurance that they’re not completely alone in the world. 

[confoundingshinobi]

❦!

❦ - What is your muse’s favorite fruit?

Koga likes stone fruits - the fact that their stones are toxic in high quantities is not the reason, though, he does just genuinely enjoy them. His specific favourite is the apricot.

[echoesoforre]

"Hey, little brother! You mentioned like the smell of the ocean a lot, and I may or may not have found some really good shower gel with its scent! Since you like the smell so much, why not smell like it? You're gonna smell so g-o-o-o-od."

Give my Muse a gift!

[[ Currently Accepting ]]

He... does not believe for a moment if Zinnia is aware of the fact that Megalopolan oceans and Earthen oceans are two very different things. Where Earth’s oceans are clear and sparkle against the waking sun, the oceans in Megalopolis are all very dark — very, very dark, and deep, and frightening. They’re awash with ink-like color, and are all very murky with the scent of dirt and decay reeking off of them. They are not clear, nor pleasant; in fact, they are things to be feared.

“Well... how exactly does this... work? I apply this in the shower?” He asked. “Though, I must admit, the scent of the Earth’s ocean is certainly cause for comfort...” It was much different than the oceans he’d known; the oceans he was used to.

You could actually survive down there.

[haughtii-blog]

ruins of past

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          johto. ruby’s home region and the place he spent his childhood before heading off to hoenn. but, despite spending his early years of life, ruby never REALLY got to traverse johto like he did hoenn. he had been too young, too focused on training. but now that he’s older with the freedom and strength to go as he pleases, there’s nothing stopping him from visiting the region to discover what he missed out on when he was too young to travel on his own.

but, years later, ruby is still ruby: a coordinator with big dreams and a fussy demeanor. in truth, his visit to johto is to focus on the big cities and expand his reach as a growing star. maybe find some inspiration somewhere? new ideas for outfits? meet some famous johto stars? despite his goals to hit the major cities, there is one area ruby wishes to see before spending time away from the wilderness:

the ruins of alph. 

perhaps if ruby were younger, he wouldn’t care to visit such a place. but after the events unfolded with the legendarily in hoenn, there’s a part of him that is rather curious about such a place rich with legends and lore. time spent on the surface of the ruins is little before he heads into one at random. the little puzzles remind him of the braille in the titan’s lairs of hoenn.

and, just like that, he’s wandering the ruins, observing all of the signs on the walls and mysterious figures. he read a bit about the pokémon of the ruins, unown, but has yet to discover one. he more curious to see if there’s any relation to the legendaries he’s met─

a loud crash draws his attention away from the slab he’d been looking at. frantically, ruby looks around. his eyes barely catch a tall figure, not an unown. oh, how he hopes he doesn’t have to fight anything. 

❝ what in arceus’ name is that!? ❞ he reels, twisting back and forth with his flashlight to see if he can spot the source of the noise. just his luck.