Forêt de Miel

happy pride month!! some aro ace Phantumps to celebrate!

It was a story about a mother whose son died young — in her grief, she turned to the whispers in the forest. There were phantump there, said to be the ghosts of children given second life as pokémon. She wanted to find her son and bring him back. She wandered for five days in those woods, forgoing food and taking only rain for water, before she found them.

There were many of them, so many dead children, weeping amongst themselves in a dead hollow deep in the forest. She called for her son over and over and not once did they respond. She stumbled through the hollow and met each child, listening to their cries, before saying “you are not my son” and moving on. Still, there was love and desperation in every interaction, and they followed her as she searched. Eventually, there were none left in the hollow, and she despaired.

The phantump had all met her now and guided her beyond the hollow to the heart of the forest, a day of marching and crying. She cried with them every step of the way. The trail was difficult. Here, the roots were gnarled and the trees old and thick. The foliage thickened above their heads until she could see nothing but the glowing of phantump eyes urging her forward. Her feet ached, her eyes stung, and her throat burned, but she did not stop.

At the end of the path was a single phantump. He was ghostly white with burning eyes and she knew this was the son that had been taken so cruelly from her. She fell to her knees and begged him to come home. She wrapped him in her arms and cradled him until his own weeping stopped. He did not move. If he would not leave, the woman decided, she would make a home in this place he’d chosen.

Over the years, the trees bowed and knit together overhead. The leaves formed a curtain, the moss a carpet. The phantump brought them food and water and lingered for a portion of her motherly warmth.

When my mother first told this to me, it was as a declaration of sorts, a promise that there was not a force in this world that could diminish or kill her love for me. She told it to me again when I left to become a trainer, this time as a promise to wait. To let me be where I needed to be.

I’ve heard that she stays there and cares for dead children, if that gives any child-less mothers out there any solace. There are rumors that if you ever bond with a shiny phantump it is because they were important to you before their death.

Clothing Based Ask Game!

clothes say a lot about you, and not just in the obvious ways. This is intended to be an ooc ask game, but I'm not your dad. These are soft discussion starters, so just ramble about what parts of each question you find interesting, but do try to think about things you don't normally wonder about. Let's go.

🧵 Cloth

What kind of materials does your character like to wear? synthetic, natural, nylon, polyester, leather, cotton, wool, etc. does your character have sensitive skin? do they choose style over comfort?

🎩 Formalwear

At some points in life you have to wear formal clothes lest you look like an asshole. How often does your character dress formally, or can they barely be convinced to not come shirtless to a funeral? what do they choose to wear, what can they afford, do they feel out of place? in short: how do they engage with formalwear?

👖 Workwear

Whatever you do to keep living, you gotta dress appropriately. how does your character approach workwear, do they have a uniform? if so, how do they feel about it? are their clothes there to be durable, mobile, appealing to clients, etc.? how quickly do they take off their work clothes and put on their normal clothes?

🧥 Outerwear

jackets, coats, unbuttoned shirt, how does your character layer? purely utilitarian to avoid the cold? annoyed that it's too hot to wear their fave jacket? when it comes to jackets, heavy or light? high tech like a bloktech or arcteryx, or low tech like a wool or leather jacket?

📏 Fitting

how does your character feel about tight or loose clothing? what cut are their pants, bellbottom, skinny, yadda yadda? do they size up, down, are they nonplussed in either direction? do they like to keep it tight in one area, loose in another?

👟 Activewear

does your character own anything they can move around in? Do they just own sweats so they can relax in? If they exercise, do they buy/wear proper synthetic activewear or do they wear the free shirt handed out on the street? when it comes to shoes, do they need specific shoes? how much cushioning do they need when moving and running? are they a freak who wears those toe shoes?

👙 Exposure

How much skin do they like to expose? if they have to swim, what do they wear? how do they feel about flip flops?

🛒 Grocery store fit

how much do they get on when going out for a quick errand? on a base level, with as little thought and effort going into their outward appearance, does their wardrobe make it clear they're fashionable? do they even care how people see them in these situations, and is fashion something that's only active choices, not a passive web of decisions?

🥻 Tradition

does your character have cultural garments in their closet? how often do they put them on, do they try to make it a part of their every day outfits? are they looked down on for their garb, how do they feel about others wearing their cultural clothes?

⚒️ Origin of Labor

Does your character care about where their clothes are from? do they think about labor that goes into clothes? have they bought from fast fashion, do they only purchase union made, are they aware yet willing to compromise? does your character look at stitch quality and details that set apart the quality works?

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What's a weird quirk you have?

What's a weird quirk your pokemon have?

And what's a weird quirk you and your pokemon share?

I'll go first:

I can speak to pokemon.

Max enjoys investigating things with his mouth.

Zora (zoroark) loves fabric. she chooses my clothing every morning and lived out of my closet when she was still a zorua.

I hear you, and present you They literally slashing Them.