#wishkill

[nullist-a]

@wishkill​ asked:

Oooh a little fucked up are we

      “ hm. a little intrusive, aren’t you. ”

[tumblestones-archive]

@wishkill​ said:  Drapes a cloth over her head like she's a sleepy bird.

she didn’t notice

[meistoshim]

@wishkill​ sent  :     ⚠ By the shoelace     ╱     send ⚠ to pick up / carry satoshi.

ooop,  there  goes  gravity.     sort  of.     typically  when  a  pokémon  picks  him  up  in  an  unconventional  manner,  it’s  by  way  of  psychokinesis.     he’s  used  to  such  things  from  gängar,  &  from  mewtwo  whenever  the  two  have  a  chance  to  reconnect.     but  this  is   ...   definitely  way  more  direct.     with  as  little  as  an   “   uwah   ”   of  initial  surprise,  satoshi  quickly  resigns  himself  to  his  fate,  letting  his  hat  fall  to  the  ground  as  it  has  so  many  times  in  similar  situations.     &  absently  thanks  himself  for  his  tight - done  shoelaces,  as  he  feels  the  sneaker  threaten  to  slip  his  ankle  loose  otherwise.

circumstances  as  they  are,  the  trainer  simply  crosses  his  arms,  &  the  free  leg’s  ankle  across  the  dangled - by’s  knee,  the  parody  of  laid  back  casualness  as  he  bends  to  raise  his  torso  to  be  closer  to  level  with  the  mischievous  little  scamp  lifting  him  up.

❛     hiya.     ❜

[iruludavare]

🌈I've been DEEPLY curious about Xerneas' views on gifting immortality. What motives would they have for it, or even with cases like [side eye] ambiguous blonde man-- how they feel for that type of person. The race against the clock. Pleading hands and what have you.

Xerneas questions || Not accepting

     Despite what some might think, the act of Xerneas gifting immortality is an incredibly rare event, and has only occurred once or twice throughout the entirety of history—the gifting of it to certain mythical and legendary pokemon aside. It is not something that Xerneas likes to give out, nor thinks is necessarily for any lifeform to possess, for life is meant to be transient. In order for growth, and for new live to be given the opportunity to take place, everything must have an end. Moreover, life as it is known is not just an affair overseen by the Life Pokemon, despite having dominion over it—the spirit, which exists in all forms of life, is formed Mesprit, Azelf nd Uxie. To gift immortality where it is not meant would mean ignoring the predestined fate laid out for that organism by the Lake Guardians themselves—or perhaps even Arceus in certain cases—, and therefore must require justification that exceeds any doubts or concerns in order for Xerneas to make on their own. Life has an extremely delicate balance, and even one more being living for eternity can upset it greatly—and that is their biggest concern on the matter.

     So, if Xerneas was to ever grant immortality to someone, which is likely to never happen again, it would be tied to the balance of the world, in some regard. Be it to even out some way that Yveltal, or humanity, has upset the balance by bringing about too much death, or to serve as an immoveable obstacle in the face of something which wanted to create such a disturbance and no other options exist. Feelings play no role in their choice—just their responsibilities, and what role the Life Pokemon was made to embody.

     In the case of Volo, however, it lies in a slightly different reason altogether. Despite their power, might and ability to keep true to their designated role, no legendary pokemon is above succumbing to darkness—including Arceus. In prophecies, passed from one member of the pantheon to another, there exists specific humans that could exist at any point in space or time, who were created with the intention to act as a failsafe for one specific legendary pokemon—to either fell them or keep their powers in check long enough for them to regain their senses. That is not to say that Volo is the human destined to act in that way for Arceus—he is not—, but with the way he could present his case to Xerneas and truly believe that it is his role, along with his genuine desire and devotion to better the world, the Life Pokemon might be inclined to believe that he is. Volo does hit the vague details of the prophecy-- he is of Celestican descent, he bears an eye from Arceus’ blessing, is in search for its plates, has been shunned by the Original One at every turn and ostracised from human society. The Fates are against him, but they have also brought him before the Life Giver. And that would be the reasoning behind granting him immortality—without it, the one meant to keep the Original One in line during its time of crisis would not stand a chance against its might.

     In general, however, for those who have been lucky enough to sight Xerneas and have had them stick around long enough for the person to fall to their knees and beg—that is not, and never will be, enough. Those tearful pleas will always be met with rejection. They are not swayed by the emotions of one lifeform when it would jeopardise countless other living beings in ways that the individual could not begin to comprehend. There is no room for reasoning or making their case—Xerneas’ answer is final. And their answer is always silence, followed by them vanishing from sight entirely, as though they had never been there to begin with.

An exception to all of these rules are those related to AZ in any way, shape or form—no matter how many generations it has been. Xerneas will never grant them any sort of immortality or even longevity. Not after what he did.

[guarjia]

where is your muse most qualified to give advice about?

wnrs headcanon question prompts.

wave guidance. having become a wave guardian, ryuuji decided to travel the lands in search of others like him, other aura adepts, whether they wished to join the temple of the wave, or were simply curious & preferred ryuuji's tutelage for a time. in a sense, he is a teacher of aura, now, &, having over two decades of education & experience, he is more than qualified to teach about what aura is, how to manifest one's aura, how to utilize it.

[guarjia]

has a major turning point in your muse's life changed a perspective of life they once had?

wnrs headcanon question prompts.

without a doubt, discovering he was an aura adept with enough potential to be worth training was ryuuji's biggest life's turning point. prior to arriving at the temple of the wave, ryuuji had looked upon wave guiders & wave guardians as something legendary, something mythical, to be revered on the scale of the gods themselves. finding out he was capable of being one, becoming one, meeting all the students of the wave, learning about aura, it all made him realize two important things:

one, he was partially correct, wave guardians are not like the humans he knew in his home village, they are the middle ground between human & pokémon, the latter of which are middle ground between human & god, thus wave guardians & the common human are not the same. two, that all living beings were fundamentally the same, all interconnected by the energy that is aura, by fate & destiny, at the whims of both chance & the gods. the latter he was young enough to not know otherwise; he was taken into the temple at eight years old, thus he had not grown into the adult apprehension towards the pokémon of the true wild like the others of his village, like his mother, nothing exemplifying this better than ryuuji's friendship with pichu at age six, who would later become a pikachu, & a life-long partner.

[guarjia]

what has been your muse's earliest recollection of happiness?

wnrs headcanon question prompts.

home. a warm meal. the scent of cooked meats & vegetables wafting into his face. flying pokémon chirping away heard through the open window. a gentle hand ruffling his hair, followed by a soft press of lips against the crown of his head.

[darqvoid]

*     @wishkill​   :   ‘  why didn’t you fight back ?  ’   [  . . .  ]   question starters,  accepting.

          THE  NIGHT  IS  QUIET  AND  THE  NIGHT  IS  LEARNING  TO  BE  GENTLE   :   branches  that  sway  in  the  wind  creak  with  their  old  age,  what  little  moonlight  there  is  peeks  past  the  dense  clouds  like  a  curious  child,  shining  through  a  heavy  canopy  and  leaving  wet  grass  dotted  silver.  a  serene  sight,  if  not  for  the  absence  of  a  kricketot’s  song  or  the  underbrush  rustling  with  nocturnal  hunters,  and  the  DREAM - EATER'S  voice  ——  guttural  though  it  may  be  ——  does  little  to  fill  the  silence.     (   learning,  they  are  learning,  but  can  do  little  to  cease  the  air  from  going  cold  once  shadows  are  cast.   )

   ❛❛   . . .  there  has  been  enough.   ❜❜

O’  LIGHT,  O’  CREATOR,  YOUR  WORLD  IS  ONE  WITH  TEETH !     to  run  from  shadows  is  to  flee  the  setting  of  the  sun   :   a  sisyphean  task.  but  man  feared  the  dark,  feared  what  he  could  not  see,  could  not  understand.     oh,  nightmare - bringer,  what  contempt  you  spurn !     there  had  been  a  time  where  conflict  was  as  familiar  to  them  as  the  throes  of  slumber,  part  and  parcel  as  the  lunar  phases.  terror  met  with  terror  in  turn.  but  they  are  older  now—  they  are  tired.

O’  CREATOR,  YOUR  WORLD  IS  ONE  WITH  TEETH,  and  i  have  found  my  peace  in  this  corner  of  it.     (   my  body  was  made  hollow  and  bitterness  has  turned  the  pit  of  me  to  chasm   ;   something  has  bloomed  there  now.   )

even  the  titans,  they  who  would  have  seen  their  sanctuary  rend  to  dust,  were  met  with  the  same  mantra.     we  can  belong,  we  can  all  belong  somewhere.     wordlessly,  they  turn  from  the  leaves  above  to  their  smaller  kin  floating  nearby   . . .   and  they  think  of  just  how  withdrawn  they  have  become  despite  that.

it’s  here  that  again  darkrai  speaks,  with  an  unwavering  conviction  and  decades  long  weariness   /   with  a  gaze  ever  so  icy.  they  sigh,  knowing  well  where  their  own  distance  stemmed  from,  long  since  having  learned  not  to  expect  understanding,  but  still  ever - insisting,  ever - stubborn.  they  still  have  not  yet  learned  to  drain  the  vinegar  from  their  tone.

  ❛❛   i  have  had  enough.   ❜❜