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bleedinghearth · 3 years
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Aw, jeez...
He can only hope this one is as friendly as Sayrrinth. It’s bigger, much bigger, but something about it isn’t as oppressive or as intimidating as Atra.
Still, he holds out a hand to his side, one arm up to cover his vitals, exuding nerves. He can’t take his chances, but he’s not immediately on the offensive, instead just guarding himself to ease his mind, eyeing the Necrozma with a heavy air of uncertainty.
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Fear.
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refractment · 3 years
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@gleammerofhope​ 
"speak for yourself! i'm a perfectly unproblematic alien."
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“Speaking as a necrozma’s wife, you lot are far too glowy for your own good. Makes it hard to sleep near one of you. A tiny problem is still a problem. Like a leaky faucet.”
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wishfxljikan · 3 years
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@gleammerofhope​ asked: "How curious." Gleams curiosity had been peaked, having decided to investigate one of many large powers he had come across, and having come across a rather peculiar looking individual. "Your world is quite different from mine, you know. You have the same level of power as a 'God' of this world, just how many Gods like you are there?"-
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“Not a God. Just a Dragon.”
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Fukuro sneers lightly. He despises the word god very heavily, He couldn’t be any farther to a deity. Not even immortal in both ways. They can still die of injuries, sickness, illness. He is just there to grant the ideals of whom he believes are worthy. It has been several centuries in whence Fukuro has given any idealistic wish. Without his Truth. There is no balance to his ideals.
They stare upon the Necrozma in its light and glory. Why has it chosen the Zekrom to speak to? To lament? To question? They do not know. They are exhausted, stuck in their endless loop of searching for his long lost Truth. Fukuro is one of three. His Kyurem is dead--his Truth missing. It is just him, Not a single Truth but his own will quench his thirst to see his brother once more.
“More than I can count. Who are you?”
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behemothbash · 3 years
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@gleammerofhope​ said: It was probably unusual to see an eight foot tall, peculiar looking Light Dragon out in one of the fields of Galar, but to Gleam it was just more exploring for him to do. New lands to see, new faces to meet, and beautiful sights to behold. He was able to sense someone else, and he'd slightly turn his head off to the side to address the other in a polite manner.
“Do come over, my friend. I assure you wholeheartedly I mean you no harm. I'm merely seeing the sights, and they're much better to see with company, wouldn't you agree?”
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The Wild Area is perfect for fieldwork; wide and open spaces, a variety of habitats, and little pockets of weather spread throughout. It has lots of material to research, that’s expected. What is not expected, however, was a Pokemon(...?) around Zamazenta’s height roaming the Dappled Grove. Hop finds himself ducking behind a tree to observe the creature, any previous research plans carried away by the wind.
He has half a mind to catch it, but something tells him he shouldn’t attempt to do so.
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Hop blinks, mouth agape; not only has this Pokemon noticed him, but it’s talking to him, too? Is it a Psychic type? Hesitantly, the Trainer emerges from his hiding spot and approaches the other - not too close, of course. Talking or not, you should never be careless around wild Pokemon.
“Y-You can speak human?” He fiddles with the strap of his bag, both nervous and excited. “I— ‘m Hop. Where are ya from? I’ve never seen a Pokemon like ye before!”
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goldensimisage · 3 years
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"How curious, there's something about you that just seems peculiar."
Gleam'd ponder, having manifested himself before the Houndoom in particular. He had locked onto this Pokemons aura, finding something interesting about it to find a Houndoom that seemed much larger then others he has seen, and there was a slight tilt of his head then.
"Ah, forgive my manners. I'm Gleam, and you are?"
Though it had happened a few times, it never got easier to deal with. Legendary pokemon. The one thing that always managed to make the old hound uneasy... But enough of how he felt. It would be rude to just ignore someone addressing him, now wouldn't it?
"I'm but a traveler." Answers the canine with a restless shift in the (until recently) isolated spot in the deep, no-longer-so-dark woods that he'd found for rest. "But to be more specific, I go by Tartarus."
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acalculatedfuture · 3 years
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What is in your eyes?
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The Heavens
Your eyes are nebulas, drawing in the unwary until they are infatuated beyond words. They're oh so vast, nearly infinite actually, and full of opportunity. Their thousands of stars glitter like jewels, beckoning in every soul that has set foot on this earth. The vacuum freezes and burns but tempts us. Your eyes are black holes, pulling us in past the event horizon, swallowing us up one world at a time. Gravity rips you apart and pulls you back together particle by particle, never to be the same. We'll love you even as you're killing us, don't you know that?
Tagged by: @iruludavare Tagging: @behemothbash​ @gleammerofhope​ @pepperjack-parasect @gogogobarry​ @151seen​
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refractment · 3 years
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"Another one of my ilk? I pray you aren't as interested in causing trouble like the other I've heard of."
This didn't seem like the same Necrozma as the 'Atra' he had heard of, this one lacked the poisonous Light that tainted the land, something that Gleam had gone out of his way to avoid. His prismatic gaze focused intently on the other however, and his jaw would set slightly then as he'd tilt his head from one side to another as if lost in decision.
"Who even are you, hm?"
Oh, joy. Another random star dragon popping into existence. It isn't like Necrozma keeps active tabs on all of them. In fact, he isn't sure he's ever seen this one before.
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"Me? I could ask you the same question." His tail lazily drifts back and forth. "I don't answer to any name. I'm a voice of the cosmos, attempting to maintain balance within the fabric of reality."
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acalculatedfuture · 3 years
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What time of the day are you?
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afternoon
the time between midday and evening, you are the build-up to something great, something we've all been waiting for. without you, there would be no greatness. you are the love and labor put into planting a lush garden, the calloused hands hardened by time that still tend so gently. but why are you always working toward something? is it not enough to just be, to sit back and admire all you have done? you are much deserving of a break. the world has many workers, so you do not need to bear the weight of everything alone.
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evening
the time between sunset and midnight, the hours of flickering candles and dwindling wicks. you are both water and fire, hot and cold, bold and level-headed. you encapsulate the feeling of what it means to be alive, the range of experiences that have been and will be had. you are a loud, lively party and the deep sleep that follows. people love you for your balanced nature, your ability to adapt to situations accordingly. you're almost daunting, the way you move with such grace. people both admire and fear you.
Tagging: @floralcalavera @puffyhat-kotone​ @gleammerofhope​ @night-gladion-and-their-ghosts @oflegendariesandtrainers​ @gogogobarry​ @pulseofthestars​
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pokedeities · 3 years
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you intimidate people because...
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you're honest
honesty means you let the people you love know that you do but you also don't hide the lack of love you have for those you don't. others may be afraid you would not spare their feelings and tell them to stay away straight out but at least you aren't giving them false hope, right?
tagged by: @gleammerofhope​
tagging: anyone who wants to do it!
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behemothbash · 3 years
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you intimidate people because...
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you’re kind.
love should be expressed when it is felt and humans are made of love, they create it seemingly out of nothing. love seems to just flow out of you and it intimidates people because where do you always find it? how are you capable of holding so much kindness in you and never get beaten down by those who scorn love?
tagged by: @harmonicrecord thank you! tagging: @maxsmite​, @indomiiitable, @lordtakumi, @yellwave, @switchwave, & @gleammerofhope​!
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