Plotting With My Ship Partners Be Like

Plotting with my ship partners be like

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by the moon's light. || yue speaks going down in history. || saved i will post context......at some point. maybe 3 days from now. maybe next year trying to gauge when i follow up on things is basically playing a game of adhd roulette LMAO

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forjustice

9 months ago

A quick and easy plotting guide

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

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letters from the press. || meme

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forjustice

9 months ago

✔ if you're still accepting i NEED to yeet lucas and dawn

(rubs my hands together) SINNOH MUSE PLOTS COMING RIGHT UP!!!!

My muse(s): Volo, @ Lucas. I see some potential for sparks to fly here, because Lucas' bio describes him as "all business" whereas Volo as a fae has a side that's all jokes and messing with people...And oh boy, she loves messing with people who are all business >:3 I think Lucas might find her annoying, but also find that despite her trollish personality she is also truly dedicated to protecting Sinnoh--even versions of it that may not be her own.

My muse(s): Hikari, @ Lucas. I always wanted my Hikari muse to meet fellow Sinnoh protags--because I know that with most of them, the relationship could be quite intense and antagonistic. She might appear good to him at first, because she's pursuing Cyrus with the intention of killing him, but his view of her might change once he realizes how willing she is to just mow down everyone and everything that gets in her way >:3

My muse(s): Cynthia, @ Dawn. I can see them getting along really well, sharing a common interest in researching myths. It would be fun to have them (and Lucas) be such good friends and then Volo is hovering in the bg annoying the shit out of Dawn and Lucas because once you're buddies with his daughter it's inevitable he'll tag along--the two are a package deal. LOL

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Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

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brightresearchers by the moon's light. || yue speaks answers to the press. || meme reply

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forjustice

9 months ago

There is no explanation, no handing over of a letter to inform this unfortunate target of their little scheme— why a Lucario and Diancie, of all pokemon, have formed this unlikely duo. All that happens is the Lucario closing his eyes, and concentrating. Perhaps he is reading their aura? Eyes open, and a grumble-like bark communicates all that is needed.

A cheerful cry escapes from the fairy-type, and with a nod, hands move to squash the air between them. What for? Why, to compress the carbon in the air to form a diamond, of course! And there it is, glittering and perfect, albeit on the smaller side:

A diamond, tricoloured in its appearance. How lucky! Of an almost beige colour, with fog-like patches of a cloudy orange and charcoal grey creeping along the edges.

{For N!}

He watches with delight as the diamond begins to form--there's a part of him that thinks of course he's deserving of a gift from a creature as grand as Diancie, but he still has that sense of awe and childlike wonder at the Aura-made formation. When the diamond is finally formed, he immediately knows the symbolism behind the colors: orange for the friendships and deep family bonds he's made, beige for a turn in the right direction and self-betterment in decisionmaking and judgment--but some shades of grey for the low self-esteem, depression, and self-doubt that he sometimes still suffers.

He purses his lips briefly as he sees the grey seeping along the edges--he doesn't like that the Lucario was able to see the truth about him so easily, and he honestly feels a touch called out. But he quickly smiles again, for after all any gift from a Pokémon is precious. Maybe he just has to do a better job of hiding things.

"Thank you so much for this treasure," he says, taking the diamond and holding it close to his chest. "I see there are great lessons to be learned from it. Who is your Trainer? I want to thank them as well."

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nine tales of liberation. || nathanael harmonia asimov iruludavare treasured keepsakes; treasured friends. || inventory & pokémon acquired

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forjustice

9 months ago

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something i said in a discord conversation that could honestly be a mood for so many of my muses especially in the world i put them in a world of triumph and tragedy. || worldbuilding musings. || volo musings. || hikari musings. || zíniya musings. || zinnia

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forjustice

9 months ago

For context, in my previous post, I alluded to the fact that Amity will give buttons from her vast, storied collection to people who mean something to her—not as gifts for gifting sake, exactly—but as an expression of love—to physically represent how much they mean to her, her trust in them, her enjoyment of their companionship, friendship, and simply being in her life.

You see, Amity's culture isn't one where you tell each other 'I love you' openly: to the Saijikari, word is wind. It's poor form, no, it's humiliating for the person you're speaking to and to yourself, to make proclamations without weight when you can communicate such things through less distasteful means. To the Saijikari, you show your care through actions, gifts, and the age-old art of gestures. And, to Amity, even the small buttons are a big gesture in a little package.

The buttons mean a lot to her—they're comforting to her—she collects them after all, and her favourite ones have emotional value beyond their considerable monetary worth. But more than that, it's the thought—finding one that speaks to her and reminds her of her personality, interests, and spirit, that je ne sais quois.

She puts effort behind it, even if it seems off the cuff in the moment—because that button, that one she had in mind, she's been carrying and waiting for a time when it feels natural to pass it over, so the understated meaning is best exemplified.

But with this being said! The buttons she'd give some of Yue's ( @forjustice ) muses and the whys and circumstances for each one!

ASTERIA

THE BUTTON: A tiny thing, barely larger than your pinkie nail, yet it's breathtaking in the way an ancient building surrounded by forest captures your attention. Grasping it, the button threads itself perfectly between two fingers as though inviting you to run your fingers over its polished surface. Doing so and looking at each painted detail, from the gilded gold branches and red paint, it's almost as if you can sense the history that pulses within— of the hours the artisan sat with precision to paint the pattern and the careful consideration weighing both iron and porcelain,

For Context,in My Previous Post, I Alluded To The Fact That Amity Will Give Buttons From Her Vast, Storied

WHY?: It's a reminder—the painted red leaves of a fall canopy—their brief meeting shouldn't be the end, not in the slightest. Parting without resolution and a bittersweet smile that can only hide Amity's disappointment at how short their meeting was. Amity invites them, if they ever have the chance, to follow the northern wind to the Sovereign Domain of the Seasons, give her region and home a chance, and take their challenge—should the day come, Amity will be waiting with the might of Autumn at her back to test Asteria's mettle and savour in the much-awaited rematch.

WALLACE

THE BUTTON: Disk-like and wide, one could only imagine the sort of finery this button was once attached to; it doesn't seem like it could have been clothing, though. It sits in the palm of a hand, and its delicately embossed patterns, rising like wave crests above the cool, smooth porcelain, negate that possibility. It's reminiscent of the Poleis seaside— the distant song of wind chimes and shoes padding down old stone roads, white homes contrasting against a backdrop of endless azure waves, paldean-style tiles, side by side in a line to break the monotony but drawing the eye's attention; no two patterns are the same, each hand-painted and laid— You feel nostalgic for the summer just thinking about it.

WHY?: I wish I had a profound reason for this, but I'm blanking. Amity gifted it to him after they met during a contest; Amity lost, of course. She's not a contest trainer, but 'never leave a stone unturned,' she wanted the experience, and she got it, and it seemed that the kindness she had been shown left an impression. She gave him this button— presumably as thanks, if nothing more. The most profound meaning it seems to hold is its colour and pattern— she certainly hit his fashion dead on the head.

BONUS! For VOLO, specifically based off of that one verse where he scruffs her like a naughty kitten after her body is stolen by Vespodoza to keep Vespodoza pinned down to 'deal with it once and for all' when it emerges, meanwhile she gets adopted emotionally in the chaos because she's just a little guy. But, like, it applies to any Volo!

THE BUTTON: It can be described in one word: worn. Held in a person's palm, the button feels thin and fragile, with little weight to keep it centred. You feel compelled to cup your hands to keep it from blowing away; something tells you if you lost it, you'd never find it again. For the most part, it seems a run-of-the-mill, aged, working man's button— something that has outlived the original clothing it was attached to and been passed down, one jacket or sweater to the next— yet, there's something about it that seems to reject its mundanity. The once vibrant lustre now stands as a muted brass, glimmering pathetically in the light despite itself. Its surface — worn smooth and discoloured from the unforgiving passage of time — belays little of the patterns that once were etched into it. And its face, permanently etched in a soft smile, staring up at the world that has worn it down like a stone shaped by rivers might, and yet, it shows no sadness; it belays no melancholy — only warmth, radiating with each pass of the finger across its surface. It's lived a long life and adorned the clothing of many, yet it holds no regrets for the life placed upon it.

WHY?: It's a grounder— a small token that urges you to pay attention; we are all as small as buttons beneath the eyes of the cosmos, and we can all grasp for something greater— throw ourselves to the mercy of the stars, but we aren't meant for that world, a button to the stars is still a button. This world, ever vast and exciting, is our gift— all the beautiful insignificant problems we face are everything in the face of eternal nothingness. Never forget to look outside yourself and the beauty of the stars to the flawed, imperfect and wonderful world around you. From one storyteller to another, don't let yourself be absorbed by the story.

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defrightful going down in history. || saved headcanon. || asteria headcanon. || wallace headcanon. || volo YES!!!!! HOLY SHIT I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS YOU PUT SO MUCH THOUGHT INTO IT MY HEART IS ALL AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

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