“who do you fight for?” (from Naomi/@sightseerwishes)(x)

     How the question teeters along a fine edge, swaying from one side the heroine would not bat an eye at, and one that falls; that tugs at the strings of her heart so; signals for that feeling of dread to begin bubbling and festering in the pit of her stomach yet again. She is nothing if not one who will bury her feet into the ground and dig her claws into what stands against that which is dear to her heart, if it means that they live to see another day. A woman brought up on gratitude and giving back to the world that has reared them. Set along a path where all around them is alive and feeling, with destinations set by those of higher power. She is made with stardust in her veins that resonates with the concept of pushing forward; of protecting the past and future simultaneously; of balance and love. To take dreams and wishes from the heavens and weave them into reality, or serve as a catalyst for those belonging to others. A gentle person by nature, nurturing and deeply empathetic, but not without thorns and fangs—not without bravery and strength.

     She recalls sitting at café tables. Staring at a holographic form. At texts. At the burning stare of one standing at the top of a staircase. Her mentor turned monster. A descent from philanthropy to genocide. So many times, she remembers the man’s questions. Each in different contexts, in different tones, with different intentions. To guide, to lead, to convince, to manipulate. Who do you fight for? What do you fight for? What are your convictions? How deep do they run? What are your values? What do you care about? What would you do to protect them?

     But what are you really protecting? A tomorrow that will only end up being worse than today?

    There is an internal shake of her head—externally, eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment. No. Even if his voice is all too clear, never can she let that question take hold. Tomorrow will not be worse than today. Serena vows to herself every morning, every night, before the sun and the moon, to make sure of it. The day she stepped into the shoes of a heroine and opposed him, she had made her choice. She had chosen what to fight for—who to fight for—for eternity. He stood as a symbol of destruction and death, fighting for no-one but himself, and Serena stood as a symbol of creation and life, and so she in turn decreed:

          “I fight for myself. I fight for my pokemon. I fight for everyone around me and those who have passed or cannot fight for themselves. I fight for Xerneas. For life.”

clenches my chest i would die for silva and emma

@legendwishes liked for a starter!

They're wheeling through Maile city when they spot the girl. She looks out of her element, which honestly isn’t much of a surprise. After all, loads of tourists get out of sorts on this island in particular — so they roll up towards her, waving her down.

“Hey. You lost?”

@legendwishes replied to your post “actually the math is mathing right now since...”:

imo it'd be so much funnier if he was actually 10 months longer, and for a very long time she treated him like he was actually older than her, just assuming she was younger

​it IS really funny actually and the thing is that it makes sense because calem's really fucking tall so he looks older than he actually is

like of course mimi would be wary of him the bitch is like 7ft tall

@legendwishes from x

The laughter triggers his own, the absurdity of his own reaction suddenly clicking. He knew this place was dangerous, but this? The laugh turned into a giggle, Michael struggling to get his breathing back under control. Close call. That was really what he’d gone with. He wheezed, giving the girl a wry - if embarrassed - grin.

“I’ve got a messed up sense of danger.” His voice cracks a little, giggles still escaping. The air was sharp here in a way it wasn’t back home, the cold bracing in a way he wasn’t used to. It was nice, even with the near death experience that he absolutely wouldn’t tell his mom or the professor about.

He loosens the scarf around his neck, staring up at the incline the rocks had fallen from. There didn’t seem to be any movement.

“Easy, we don’t tell your dad about it. The near death experiences our parents don’t know about can’t make them overprotective.” Not that one avalanche is the worst danger he’s faced. Would his mom even be phased by it? “This sort of thing would freak him out?”

" 'mind control' isn't quite accurate. neither was it quite to commit crimes...emma played a significant role in the research of the expansion suit and although i would have preferred not to use a child for it, it still stands that she did wonderfully and i did everything i could to make sure it was painless and even beneficial for her. "

@starikune sent: [ MULTI ]:    for the mun to talk about a multi-muse blog who they really love, the canons or original characters that they particularly like, the mun’s way of writing and exploring their characters, the relationships and themes explored throughout, etc.

“reaching out” ; ooc prompts (always accepting)

There’s definitely a few multi-muse blogs that I really admire and love and those blogs are @archclergy​, @legendwishes​, and @starikune​! Those who writes multiple muses as their sideblogs are absolutely legends too as well! Multimuses and sideblogs needs a lot of love! I understand that multimuses and sideblogs usually takes a lot of hard work to get to where they are now!

Let’s start with archclergy, shall we? Rosario is an absolutely amazing roleplayer and I absolutely love their writing and their lore for their characters and their fanregion! I absolutely love their art! I absolutely love everything about them! I love how detailed they are with their characters, lore, and their fanregion! I’m happy to be writing with Rosario and they’re quite understanding! Go check them out please!

Up next, we have legendwishes! L is another absolutely amazing roleplayer and I love how they write their characters! I love how they organize their muses from which region they are from, whether they’re a canon character or an OC, and how they put the muses as a test muse to tell me which muses are available and which muses are on pause. I love how they’re willing to try out muses that they haven’t written before! I’m happy to be writing with L! Go check them out please!

Lastly, we have starikune. Maverick is another absolutely amazing roleplayer and I love how they came up with their fanregion and their characters! I love writing with them! They’re really creative and they’re absolutely understanding! Go check them out please!

Multimuses and those who has sideblogs of their muses, you’re doing an amazing job with your writing and your portrayal of muses! Don’t let anybody else bring you down and tell you that you’re not doing an amazing job! You are doing an absolutely amazing job, multimuses and sideblogs!

starter for @legendwishes (Valerie!)

Clair rarely takes time off from her strict training regimen and Gym Leader responsibilities, but when she does...ECRUTEAK CITY is one of her preferred destinations. The Gym Leader can appreciate both the locale's devotion to Johtoan history and its tranquil atmosphere.

Also, it's always a treat to catch the renowned Kimono Girls in action. As stiff as she is, Clair finds herself mesmerized by their shows, imagination running wild as the famous dancers seem to flow across the stage in a swirl of scarves...

In this moment of rare relaxation, Clair isn't really paying attention as she wanders through the city with her cape flowing behind her, only pausing when she accidentally bumps into someone hard, nearly sending them to the ground. When Clair instinctively offers a hand up and mumbles a gruff sorry to the stranger, she takes note of the passerby's...unique style. The stranger isn't dressed like a Kimono Girl, nor is she familiar in the least--so Clair can't stop the blunt question that slips out from between her lips.

"...What are you wearing?"

“Skyla, no! Don’t shoot Emmet into the Galar region!”

“Exactly! Glad you understand. Though, I shouldn’t be surprised that a fellow expert of flying types understands that.” 

@legendwishes​ 

@legendwishes​​ has replied here for a starter (for Emma).

"Charmander, wait! You can't just run off like that!" Calem ran after his Charmander, avoiding some of the people that was in his way and letting out a grunt of embarrassment. Unfortunately, he felt himself bumping into the other, letting out a loud OOF which caused Charmander to come to a stop and turn to focus on Calem. He had bumped into somebody and he felt really embarrassed.

@legendwishes replied to a post:

dialga asked to copy xerneas' hw and that's how celebi was made

Xerneas would ask just why Dialga felt the need to bring into existence their own creation, but they need not look any further than the Shaymin to have their answer. They understand.

@legendwishes​ // hiding.

      Silva was quiet for a moment as she watched and waited for Emma to finish. The questions made her feel a bit...puzzled. She liked Emma, and Mimi! Honestly, Silva quite trusted them, they were friends, and had quite a few things in common...mostly the orphan part. Even if Silva had been adopted before she met Emma...Still, it was...nice. In a lot of ways, to have someone she could relate to in some way. 

      That wasn’t entirely what was important in that moment though. Silva glanced back at the streets before quietly walking towards Emma, out of sight. At least from the main streets.

      “ mmm...nu...i didn’t cume tu play this time, surry...i actually need help-- ”

      Should she just be honest...? No no that might end badly--she really wasn’t sure how much she could tell but...!! Silva moved a hand to touch her own mask, a bit of an adjustment but not taking it off yet. How would people react if they saw her eye? Rather lack there of...Plus she didn’t want anyone to see her right now, er...she didn’t want anyone to identify her. Emma was fine to but...everyone else...? Not when the news already mentioned she disappeared. 

      “ umm...it’s...mm...i’m hiding right nuw, hiding frum everyune, and i need help--i ddun’t...i dun’t knuw if yu can help but yu knuw lumiuse back alleys really really well...! culd yu mm...culd yu help me? ”

@legendwishes said: ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜

“— yeah.”

ree looks away, twirling at their hair — cheeks dusted pink. They glance up to Mina, before promptly changing the subject.

“I beat Soffy’s trial earlier. I’m getting close to yours.”

Matthieu Garnier, 73 years old, resident in Lumiose, was last seen by relatives at 6:26 AM while leaving for his daily commute. It was currently 7:39 PM, almost 3 hours after the time he usually comes back home, and not only has he not been seen but his relatives can’t contact his phone either. Night was falling over the city, which meant the advantage of natural lighting was no longer a factor, and according to the people at his workplace he had been there normally and left at the usual time.

All in all, a classic missing person case. That didn’t necessarily mean it was nothing to worry about, but it did mean Haruki could rule out a few possibilities about what happened. There was just one problem, though, his search ended up leading him to the Lumiose alleys and those places were notoriously easy to get lost in, especially at night. Even though he had his Umbreon around, it still wasn’t very safe to just barge in like that.

Thankfully, he ended up finding Emma and got the idea to ask for her help to find his way around, explaining his current situation and giving her a quick overview of the case.

“So basically that’s the gist of it. If it’s not a lot to ask, you think you can help us out?”

@legendwishes​

@legendwishes​ ;; continued from here!

It was not every day that the sun took the form of a spectacular, sweet, and smart person who shone like a thousand stars. A day to be cherished, in his heart of hearts. If he could have a way to weave the words with his soul, like Ingo could when he talked so profoundly and inspiring, Emmet knew he could tell Elesa how much it meant to him to have these sweet little moments. However, he was stuck with feeling his heart racing, as he watched her from the side, trying to come up with something to show his appreciation for their friendship. 

After fumbling and getting closer to digging a hole on the ground with how much he was moving his weight from one leg to the other, Emmet mustered up his courage to just... get closer. He wanted to hear what she had been up to. He wanted to see the sparkles in her eyes as she talked about things she liked, hoping one day he--

Seeing Elesa too focused on the magazine, Emmet took his chance and lightly rest his head on her lap, his smile wobbly as he felt a warmth engulfing his heart. He waited to see her reaction, ready to move away if he was distracting her.

When she moved to rest her hand on his hair, his gaze softened, and he gently reached, his fingertips brushing against her fingers. He caught the cable-like accessory of Elesa’s headphones mindlessly, playing with it to ease his nerves. 

He was always on the fence regarding his hair, knowing it could be taken as a dress-code violation, fearing he looked weird with his haircut, and many other insecurities he tried to hide away even from himself. But as he felt the gentle petting, every worry was washed away. A gladness filled the empty space left behind, and he could only hope his smile was not awkward as it spread bigger to reach his cheeks. 

As Elesa found what she was looking for, Emmet could only hum happily in celebration. He focused his attention on what Elesa shared with him, feeling content with how lucky he was to have such a talented friend like her. The beautiful photograph from the photoshoot was only one of the many examples.

“I am Emmet. It is indeed! Verrrry impressive! You look beautiful as always, and your pose is amazing! Verrry professional!” Emmet replied softly, his voice lacking the usual ear-piercing volume, but not due to lack of excitement. He felt like a proud puddle of a mess as he looked between the magazine and Elesa. She was both an excellent model AND a gym leader, and the sheer amount of effort and skills it took to excel in both impressed Emmet more and more each day.

Emmet raised himself slightly to get a closer look at the clothes, before he quickly settled back as if someone else would claim his spot. He nodded with a big, content grin. “I love how you carry them. The clothes are verrrry fine! You make them even greater with the amazing job you pulled! They were made for you.” Made for her, like--...

Emmet, focus. He was going off the tracks. This train of thought was not authorized!! 

“What kind of clothes do you like lately, Elesa? Have you discovered any new favorite designers?” Emmet asked nonchalantly, as if he did not study every new designer and tried to memorize their names and one fun fact about them; ready to ace a test that was not even there. “Do you have any upcoming collaborations or gigs with this designer? Or is it a secret?” He was in for the gossip, but he would respect the contractual obligations Elesa might have had.

He just wanted to hear her talk about the things she was passionate about. She looked... “...dazzling.”