#phantomoftheteahouse

[thedreamyard]

Welcome to our Dream, Morty.

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[thedreamyard]

"I hear the yard could use a ritual or two." (Morty is ready)

I suppose we could always use more rituals! Welcome!

~Espeon-mod

[waterwaydancer-blog]

The Spirit of the Sea

starter for @phantomoftheteahouse

Kimaru had grown to miss the push and pull of the ocean, so much that she would find ways to reunite herself with the water whenever she had the chance. It was a draw on her, and she could never let it go. The ocean felt like home, like a place she could stay forever. It was hypnotic, and she wouldn’t ignore it’s call forever.

Morty had said he was going to be taking a trip to Alola, and Kimaru absolutely jumped at the chance to not only go spend some time with her big brother, but to reunite her spirit with the sea. she packed her small bag of things, and journeyed to her homeland. Maybe one day she would come back for good, but she loved her job as a Kimono Girl, and wasn’t sure she could have both.

It was later in the day, closer to evening when they made it to the beach. It was less crowded, and the orange and red glow from the setting sun reflected beautifully from the ocean’s surface. The soft rays of the setting sun made her more calm than usual. Despite all her excitement, Kimaru was weirdly complacent, just watching the ocean and speaking softly. “Big Brother, I really love the ocean, the mystery, the adventure. It’s freedom. It’s home. Thank you for taking me with you. It really means a lot to me.”

[seekingtrainers-tv]

"I hear that I have won a raffle prize. I would like to claim it now if that is convenient for you. One Sandygast, if you please."

She had heard about the three trainers coming in to collect their prizes. She’d announced them, after all, darn it! But finding this little guy was... a surprisingly easy task.

After all, Undella Bay was always known for its white, sandy beaches. Kinda throws a wrench in things when there’s this sudden patch of black, with blue little eyes and a shovel sticking out of it. Nice try, little guy, but Gabby has her eye on you! But she’d heard a rumor — not sure if it was true or just an Alolan fib — that holding onto the handle would suck out your soul.

So, best to get the underpaid cameraman to do the dirty work! And well, after a bit of coaxing, a few eldritch screams after it tried to attack them, Magnemite throwing a fit, and Loudred blasting its speakers enough to blast the thing to particles... somehow they managed to catch him.

Not that he didn’t make a mess of the studio scooching around everywhere.

By the time Morty showed up, there were little bits of black sand... everywhere. Just... everywhere. The floors would be gritty for weeks afterwards. But she gingerly handed the loose little scoop of possessed sand over to the one who’d know how to handle him the very best.

“Here you go, Mr. Morty! One sandy, spooky friend for one sandy event, and one spooky guy!”

[echoesoforre]

What's a muse you've never played but have considered writing?

Ask the Mun Things

[[ Currently Accepting ]]

COLRESS. FUCKING

FUCKING.

CO L RE S S COLRES S 

FUCK ME

FUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucK  K

also cail but i’ve played him in like side threads but never in an rp group but DAMN DO I WANNA

[drxgonchamp]

the pause that tea allows || Lance & Morty

starter for @phantomoftheteahouse

These days, whenever his patrols brought him over the city of Ecruteak, Lance often felt the desire to just land in the nearby trail and detach from his work, if only for a couple of hours. Initially, he did so with that wish in mind. Bellchime Trail was pleasing to the eye, offered a peaceful atmosphere and most importantly, lacked a lot of visitors. That made it easier for him to have time for himself without interruptions. Now, what made him consider to land had something to do with the local Gym Leader.

The first time he accidentally crossed paths with Morty in the trail, it was filled with awkward formality. Morty had been kind enough to offer him some tea, which he found quite soothing for his nerves. He left that day feeling lighter and with a sense of mild curiosity. Lance had worked with Morty for years now but that chance meeting was the first time where he felt like he was interacting with his Gym Leader on a personal basis. 

Another chance encounter led to more tea and conversation, this time losing a bit of the formality. Lance slowly realized that in this kind of setting, Morty wasn’t just a Gym Leader. He was Morty, his own person and someone he felt like he wouldn’t mind knowing more. The blond was already one of the Leaders he likened more than others during meetings, mostly for his quiet and calm disposition. Learning more about the man wasn’t a bad idea at all. 

Today, when he wasn’t feeling his best during his patrol, passing by Ecruteak had him landing in the trail. Perhaps... he could relax for a bit with a nice companion? While Lance wouldn’t ask for personally, he could use some of that delicious tea too. It was after a few minutes in the trail that he made a realization. Where can he find Morty exactly? The Gym? His home? Those thoughts filled his mind for a bit until he saw someone further up the trail. Maybe he could ask for some directions?

Lance walked purposefully towards the monk who busied himself with keeping the path clear of leaves. Upon noticing his presence, he looked up, surprise evident in his eyes before he bowed deeply. He nodded in acknowledgment before he asked about Morty’s whereabouts. The answer given brought him to the entrance of the Burned Tower. Lance took a moment to give his respect then made his way slowly inside. 

The floor might look dilapidated with some parts brittle with age but it was mostly passable, so long as he kept his steps light. Lance felt the slight temperature drop, which he assumed was from the Ghost Pokemon in the area. He usually never paid much notice to these sort of changes until his previous meetings with the blond. It proved to be quite enlightening and gave him a higher level of respect to his Gym Leader.

Since he wasn’t familiar with the area, wandering around like this might be an unwise decision. The last thing Lance wanted was to embarrass himself or even worse, injure himself in a fall or something. The monk did say that Morty often meditated at the basement level. He had a place to start looking but with no way of getting down there safely. With his options limited, the Champion supposed there was one way he could get the blond’s attention.

“Morty? Are you here?” Lance called out. 

[nxturalharmxnia]

For Marie, what one thing would you change about yourself if you could? It could be anything from appearance to history to personality, anything.

send my muse(s) any question you want | accepting!

     “I…that’s not the easiest question to answer…” What even could she change about herself that wouldn’t be getting rid of what made her…her really? Yes, there were things she wanted to change, but she wasn’t sure what she should. Though there is one thing she wish she could change…

     “I…I guess I’d like to be able to stop lying about well…everything. It’s just something I’ve done for so long and maybe it would be nice to not have to do that…”

[waywardstxne]

☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day.

He would definitely spend it indoors, nestled up with stacks of books, tea, and his Aron in a giant armchair as the rain pours down outside. He would not typically venture into caves during a stormy day due to the risk of underground rivers flooding.