#twinleaf-royalty

[iruludavare]

— dragon rage 👀

Technical machine development questions || Accepting

dragon rage — does your muse believe in any myths?

     Absolutely. Serena comes from Floaroma Town, where the very existence of that land and their meadows comes from a myth, in itself, and they have very detailed accounts of the event with Shaymin that have been passed down. More than that, there is a specific part of wedding ceremonies that take place on the Flower Paradise-- where people see for themselves that Shaymin’s power is entirely real, as is the creature themselves, since it is a rite to obtain their blessing. Due to this, Serena is someone who tends to believe in the myths that are told to her, regardless of their region of origin, if they do not conflict with her belief system. If they do, she tries to see the myth from the other culture’s point of view.

     To Serena, the myths she believes in are integral to her own morals, and the way she chooses to live her life. They are not mere stories to her-- they are all very real events, with very real consequences if not heeded. She does not expect others to follow them, or even believe that they are true, but as long as someone is respectful of her beliefs, she will offer the same respect in return.

     The main myths that Serena believes in, and shapes the way she lives her life, consist of, but are not limited to:

          ➤ Shaymin and their resurrection of the land in and around Floaroma

         ➤ The Lake Guardians and their role in protecting the universe’s structure

         ➤ The ones pertaining to not seeking out or bringing harm to the Lake Guardians-- that they need to approach you in order to receive any gift from them, or suffer indescribable punishment. So things like the Horrific Myth:

Look not into the Pokémon's eyes. In but an instant, you'll have no recollection of who you are. Return home, but how? When there is nothing to remember? Dare not touch the Pokémon's body. In but three short days, all emotions will drain away. Above all, above all, harm not the Pokémon. In a scant five days, the offender will grow immobile in entirety.

         ➤ The myth listed as a Sinnohan folktale in dppt

Pick clean the bones of Pokémon caught in the sea or stream. Thank them for the meals they provide, and pick their bones clean. When the bones are as clean as can be, set them free in the water from which they came. The Pokémon will return, fully fleshed, and it begins anew.

        ➤ That pokemon capable of mimicking human speech (Chatot, the Murkrow line, Jynx, etc,) were once humans

         ➤ Mythology surrounding the idea of, when passing through any given area, to leave it as undisturbed as it was upon arrival.

       ➤ That families who spend generations learning from certain kinds of pokemon will eventually be blessed with an ability similar to them. For example, a family spending generations following and learning from Lucario developing aura-related abilities, those around ghost-types learning how to see/communicate with the deceased, and around Gardevoir learning how to speak with pokemon. All as a thanks from Arceus for learning how to live alongside pokemon as equals.

       ➤ Mythology surrounding the idea of tying bits of cloth around the branch of a tree when passing by large rivers and mountains as a way of expressing gratitude towards the land.

          ➤ Sinnoh being the first region created, and the Original Story, albeit Arceus is not the pokemon she worships-- they are just acknowledged, in her belief system, as a creator spirit.

In the beginning, there was only a churning turmoil of chaos. At the heart of chaos, where all things became one, appeared an Egg. Having tumbled from the vortex, the Egg gave rise to the Original One. From itself, two beings the Original One did make. Time started to spin. Space began to expand. From itself again, three living things the Original One did make. The two beings wished, and from them, matter came to be. The three living things wished, and from them, spirit came to be. The world created, the Original One took to unyielding sleep...

      ➤ Mythology ties to the idea that if someone does not share equally with those around them, they will suffer grave consequences.

         ➤ The other Sinnohan myths found in Canalave City (Including the unnamed one, the one about pokemon in tall grass, the lake guardians, ) which are:

Betray not your anger, lest ??? will come. Weep not with sorrow, or ??? will draw near. When joy and enjoyment come natural as the very air, that is happiness. Let such be blessed by the hand of Master ???.Those words were spoken often as customary.

Long ago, when Sinnoh had just been made, Pokémon and humans led separate lives. That is not to say they did not help each other. No, indeed they did. They supplied each other with goods, and supported each other. A Pokémon proposed to the others to always be ready to help humans. It asked that Pokémon be ready to appear before humans always. Thus, to this day, Pokémon appear to us if we venture into tall grass.

Three Pokémon there were. Into the lakes they dove. Deep, deep, drawing no breath. Deeper, deeper they dove. Into suffocating depths they dove. Deeper, then deepest they alight. From the lake floor they rise. Bearing with them the power to make vast lands, they rise again.

[unimpressivethief]

— 3 // on what platform did you start RPing?

On these really old Beyblade forums.

Like- This was before Gaia, or Tumblr, or even Quizilla (God I hope I’m not the only one to remember that site.)

It was hella cringe cuz’ we were all babies and we weren’t the best at writing yet but boy did we have fun. We take all the characters and make aus and shit. Make really bad ocs and make them smooch the characters. The simpler times.

I still vividly remember a group rp we did that was like a murder mystery of sorts. One person was the murderer and the other characters and to figure out who it was through clues and stuff and try not to get murdered too. It was complete chaos. And of course all the deaths had to be stupidly edgy and extreme. Cuz we were kids and we had no chill. If it sounded cool, we were gonna do it.

Remember one death scene where a character got hit by a car. Survived. Got stabbed repeatedly. Survived. Then shot a couple times and still lived. The fatal blow was they got run over again by the same car. You know. Real high quality murder writing.

But like it was really fun to do crazy shit without judgement. We were just a bunch of kids having fun. Letting our imaginations go wild. I don’t really cringe at the memory of those days. Cuz’ we all had some kind of cringey start to roleplay. I had fun, and it wasn’t hurting anyone so, it’s nice to look back at where I started.

I think it’s a little bull that people judge and mock kids and newbies for their first characters. Like? Let them live. Let them have their op god character with rainbow hair. They aren’t hurting anyone. They’ll learn and get better. Don’t stomp out creativity.

[obliviouskind]

— aloe // how does your muse handle grief?

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

@twinleaf-royalty​

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Aloe : how does your muse handle grief? (also asked by: @floralcalavera )

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Throughout Cyrus’s life, be it his youth, his adolescence or present day – grief is something that actually hasn’t been all that present. At the very least, not in its most understood meaning. The sole death of a near relative he has ‘experienced’, was that of his paternal grandfather. A man who died before he was born, but whose legacy has hung over his family like a dark and stormy cloud – even as he learned to walk upon the pale, Sunyshore coasts.

(It’s one of the few things that Cyrus knows of that causes his father hurt, if brought up… and he has done so with malice in his chest exactly once. However, that is a story for another time.)

As he grew older, as he learned more about the world that he inhabited and the people within it; the matter that grief can appear in many forms gradually made itself known. Like pages in a book that had stuck together by tape that he was slowly, but surely, peeling away at. In his mind, his mother developed into that of a grieving woman. One who grieved for herself, and herself only.

In reality, there’s actually little that Cyrus knows when it comes to the circumstances of his family’s union.

They wed young. His mother left her home, and it was rare that they ever saw them (he could count on less than one hand the amount of times he had even heard his maternal grandparents voices over the phone) and this, perhaps, was a way of experiencing grief.

His father dealt with his by keeping himself secluded and busy. His mother, by seeking pleasures through anyone that she didn’t know by name.

The question is, however, about Cyrus… But I feel it’s important to lay out the groundwork's to have his own thoughts and reactions understood. Grief has been around him for his whole life and, in a way, Cyrus’s has grieved for his parents since a very young age. Grieved that they had to have a son such as he, that they had to feel and behave in the way that they did – and, as a boy, he dealt with these emotions through prayer. Taught to him at Sunday school, to have those you love in your thoughts and to wish them well – that was how you healed them from their anguish; and anguish, mommy and daddy did.

Of course, as he grew… Things changed.

I think the best way to describe the way that Cyrus has dealt with, as well as experienced, grief, is in a very internalized manner. As much as he would like to say otherwise, he is a man whose own emotions simmer just beneath the surface of his skin and, eventually… they do boil over.

The way that Cyrus has most often come to deal with grief, has been through anger.

He grew to be angry at his mother for what she had decided to become – he grew to be angry at his father for thinking that his work was above his own wife and child. Cyrus grew angry at the world, for it carried with it so much undeserved strife. We all know where this anger eventually brought him, and so I won’t dwell on it for much longer. But anger is, truly, the emotion of which as defined Cyrus’s choices in life – no matter if he wants to admit to it or not.

Funnily enough, these days – as he has been removed from his past choices and life under a name that, still, do not feel like his own… The way he has dealt with grief has changed. If only slightly. He takes after his parents more than he would like to admit, and he has grown to be quite selfish in regards to his own suffering – even if it has been brought on by his own choices. There’s grief in being forbidden your culture. The things that you grew up with, the community that you came from. Cyrus does hold a tightness in his breast over the idea that he could lose his chance to return to the life he once had, before he left boyhood and became that of a man. The world where he wouldn’t be Cyrus Akagi, the man who attempted to destroy the world by means of which he never truly had any control over… But rather, Cyrus Akagi; the church boy who wished for nothing more, than for his mommy to smile at him once more.

He also holds grief over the death that he caused – or, the one he thought he had caused. Hikari had never truly left his mind over these four years that had passed since he first had a glimpse of true and honest hell – and his grief over her could, perhaps, be the first that had fit the more traditional sense of the word. He grieved it quietly, deep within himself – with a sense of falseness accompanying him along the way; for he felt that it wasn’t his hurt to feel. He wasn’t her mother, he wasn’t her friend and he hadn’t truly been anything to her other than the pillar of which she had had to crumble.

And yet, he has grieved her on his own time.

I suppose the short answer to this is that he has dealt with (as well as experienced) grief in many different ways; however, there are patterns of which he has exudes throughout that process.

And anger has been the most prominent one in his past. Self-pity, the most recent.

No matter how ugly such behavior may be.

[lvsamine]

— 3 // on what platform did you start RPing?

munday // accepting

(( ...MSN...

My friend and I just!! Already chatted there so we would just Start RPing and fuckin nudge each other when the other took too long to reply KJGDF.

When I was around 13-14, I joined a forum and was shocked to find out that Literature RP existed and I had to completely change up how I wrote. Everyone was hitting me with FULL SENTENCES with PROPER DIALOGUE when previously I’d just

*blushes* done this shit ><

Typing that took five years off my life. ))

[littlesilverplatinum]

Far

@twinleaf-royalty​

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-Out over the fields, a mist of birds lingered through the early morning hours and the air – despite summer being just around the corner – had felt cool. Touchable, almost, yet not quite so. The modest shed had smelled of soil, wood and smoke when she entered it, its door heavy and crooked as she quietly closed it behind her. Her weight, laid to rest against it. Her grandfather had asked her, behind the shield of a wrinkled, worn hand, to meet him there once breakfast had been through and Hikari, despite knowing exactly what it was that he would ask of her, had felt a tingling of ant’s feet traverse over her fingertips. Anticipation.  

(Her grandmother had sneered at their secrecy antics – she always did – for she was well aware of her husband’s poor habits… Though put a stop it, she did not. At some point, one simply stops trying.)

Johto, she had learned, had a culture of ‘fetch quests’ – the children of old, just as well as young, earning their independence early on in life to perform tasks such as gathering a carton of milk from the local store, or a box of flour from a neighbor. Even the purchasing of ‘medicinal’ herbs could be done by children as young as five, as long as they carry with them a handwritten note from the family member who asked. And, though Hikari was well beyond the age of a kid… Her excitement over being trusted for such a task still was childlike.-

-Hiroji had been sat with a pipe between his lips, the gentle glow of a lighter dancing over his aged features as he lit its cup. His words came in unison with thick, gray smoke.-

“… Would you be a dear and go buy herbs, Hiccup?”

-Hikari, who had been shifting between standing upon her toes, to the flats of her feet, had nodded her head so fiercely that her dark hair had fallen into her eyes. A smile of which gave a peek at her missing tooth, broad upon her lips.-

“Sure, I can do that.”

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-It would’ve been the third time in her life that Hikari had gone and brought her grandfather his remedies (a description that was faulty, indeed, but it was how she liked to see such things) and, when she had entered the modest, backroad shop in Ecruteak, she had been greeted by a quietly chiming bell. She had rolled a string of copper coins within her hands, staining their scent upon her palms yet she did not particularly mind that she did so – not now, at the very least. Mrs. Mimura, the wife of the small boutiques owner, had been the one sat at the counter that day – something she had done once before, and so Hikari knew her well enough. Hesitantly, after catching her eye as she wandered between low shelving and stands, Hikari had bowed her head twice before finding herself at the counter to make her purchase.

She was asked about her morning (good), as well as if her grandfather was doing well (he was). She was asked if she had grown since they last saw her, and she had to admit that she hadn’t – a silly thing indeed, if one truly thought about it… But, a part of Hikari quietly enjoyed the chatter as it came. It may have been for pleasantries sake, but a part of her had come to wonder if Johto’s culture truly did display such pleasantries unless an interest truly was there.

… Perhaps she was just making it all up to feel good. She hoped not.-                                                                        

-When she had left, the bell had rang once more and the string within her palms no longer were as heavy. As she so often had decided to do, when traversing the roads of the old, yet young, city, rather than taking the roads most traveled – Hikari took to wandering the narrow backstreets. A path that left little room for even bicycles to travel upon, but was just enough for a person to wander through. It was quieter, too. Less crowded.

(Sometimes the friendliness of the world could get to be a little too much, could it not?)

She hummed as she walked, swaying the plastic bag she had gotten for her purchase before her knees and periodically hitting it upon them. Her dress left little to the imagination, when it came to her summer activities – for her shins and calves were littered by grass stains and accidental bruises. She never had been the most careful of kids, even now – as full grown adult (or presumably so…) Hikari found herself stumbling and blindly running through forests without much care for what may have laid in her path.

Those sort of things usually always sorted themselves out after all.

She had done the exact same thing way back then, back home in Twinleaf. Playing with only boys growing up may have been the true cause of her recklessness but, Hikari liked to imagine that it had been less because of Kouki and Barry’s influence, and more so her own personal choice. Well, perhaps the blonde boy had played part in some of her habits…-

-Hikari found herself upon streets she did not know so well, but it did not alarm her at first. Lost, she often had been when she had taken it upon herself to travel all across Sinnoh – so she didn’t get scared, not easily. Every now and again, the corners of which led into alleys had mirrors mounted upon house corners. Giving peeks, small glimpses into the paths she bypassed and ignored. From alleys without ends, to those who did – each and every time, something new was to be seen.

She wondered, had they grown up here instead of surrounded by large, vast forests, if they ever would’ve felt as confident as they had running about like they did. Or would they had felt more comfortable in the metropolises of Hearthome and Veilstone, instead?-

-A pause.-

“… No, not Veilstone,”-she quietly muttered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear absentmindedly. As beautiful as the city was, it held more danger than it was worth going through – even if it meant one got to spent time at the glimmering casino. God, she did miss that part of it…

Out of the corner of her eye, as she – out of habit – glimpsed at the next mounted mirror, Hikari felt her heart physically leap into her throat. Her steps, faltering to a standstill until she eventually just stood and stared. Up into that reflection, mounted so very high above her own head, into the alley just to her left.

She saw messy, gold locks and for a moment she felt that she would die if she dared move just another inch.-

-It… wasn’t, was it? No, Barry wasn’t in Johto… he couldn’t be.

This was supposed to be hers.-

-Despite the anxiety that gripped her heart – such an ugly, foul tightness that made her want to throw up – Hikari did, eventually, turn upon her heel. To stare down the alley through wide, slate eyes.

No, it wasn’t Barry – he was too tall, too broad too… old. Only when the stranger (or, as she would shortly learn, family friend) turned to bid his farewells to the keeper of an envelope and stamp shop, walked directly in her own direction, did Hikari fully realize who it was that she saw.-

-She hadn’t seen him in… In… She couldn’t remember how long.-

“Mr. B-Barry’s dad?”

[lvsamine]

⸺ 30 // Who do they most regret meeting?

uncommon questions // accepting

OOOOOOHHH THAT’S SUCH AN INTERESTING QUESTION... I had to think about this one for a while. I had a couple people in mind, like Mohn or Guzma, both of which would be for extremely different reasons, but they didn’t quite fit. The answer I came up with is kinda... Unconventional? I’m not even sure if it would count, but I’m using it anyway.

The ‘person’ Lusamine regrets meeting the most is Nihilego.

She latched onto it after Mohn vanished, because of his research into this specific Ultra Beast. She became so obsessed with it, doing everything she possibly could just to meet it - Things that ruined every relationship she ever had. Her son ran away, she used her daughter like a doll, and she eventually ran away, too. Even though she finds Guzma repulsive, he gave her the attention she so desperately craved, and after the two of them went to Ultra Space, she made it extremely clear that she didn’t need him - She didn’t want him.

Her fusion with Nihilego completely destroyed her body. Fibromyalgia, atrial fibrillation, addiction, being the mockery of Alola - Of the entire world, for such a long time. Nihilego destroyed her reputation, her relationships, her body, everything.

A part of Lusamine still loves it, but sometimes she thinks that her life would have been better if she never tried to peruse it.

[chaserainbows]

“It’s not Bertha! She’s 4 times my age!”

[chaserainbows]

— 😨, 🪤, 🌋 // for Anabel.

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into “flight” or “fight”?

Already answered here

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

Ultimately, the thing that's certain to lure Anabel into danger is her own ego. Although she's been making an effort to be more of a team player, she's a lone wolf at her core, who's way too used to being the only one making decisions that affect her life, so if she feels like working with others won't bring results fast enough she'll just leave them to handle everything by herself.

Her constant reassurance to Looker about how it's important to have someone on standby to help if needed is more of a reminder to herself so she doesn't end up biting more than she can chew due to impatience.

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

Anabel doesn't get riled up easily, and her anger is more of the quiet, cold type. When something does make her upset, she buries herself in her work to get it off her mind as soon as possible.