#silenttyped

         "Okay, Mori! So. . .le's talk general aesthetics ta find ya a good partner! Do youse consider yerself more of a physical person? 'er maybe a ranged type of fighter? Oh!" She pulls out a small list, one that showcased every Pokemon typing currently in existence, and showing it to him. "An' which one o' these speaks to ya tha most?"

( a city of trees. / accepting ! )

she’s being watched. she can feel it. which is ironic, really, considering hotaru is doing quite a bit of watching herself. she could hardly be blamed for it - she happens to quite like visiting this cafe.  whoever it is that’s renting the space & charging a fee for entry has drastically altered her plans for the day, & she has every right to ( spy on them ) know who is responsible. 

& here she thought she was being sneaky, too. 

stars, she must look silly, peeking around corners & trying to sneakily peer through glass. 

with a wavering breath, hotaru straightens. there's no sense in delaying the inevitable.  

she sees him as soon as she turns - lingering in the doorframe of the cafe’s side entrance. the embarrassment that’s already surging in her chest intensifies, a faint rush of pink dusting her cheeks. it's one thing to know she's been caught in such a strange ( & admittedly compromising ) position, it's something different entirely to risk facing her judgment directly. 

he doesn't look angry, which is some consolation. if anything, he seems reasonably taken back by the young woman sneaking around the outskirts of a perfectly normal cafe. he's handsome, though, she admits - & incredibly tall. neither of them speak or move, & hotaru contemplates whether she could make a quick escape. she wouldn't - she isn't nearly as fast as makoto or haruka, & she probably wouldn't make it far if he chose to pursue. but that can be plan d. 

❝  hi - listen, i’m sure this looks … ❞  she falters for the words, gaze to the ground,  ❝  … suspicious.  ❞  loathe though she is to admit it. nervous fingers press down on the length of her skirt, desperate to do anything to preserve some composure. usagi is going to have quite the laugh at her expense later for this … 

❝ i’m sorry.  ❞  hotaru says quickly, bowing her head & blurting the apology before any amount of shame can hold her back. ❝ i promise, i'm not here to cause any trouble or anything. i was just … curious. i didn't mean to intrude or disturb.  ❞  she isn't the type to ramble, not normally. but these words are stumbling over her lips before she can really stop them. uncertain violet eyes look to his face, hopeful for some semblance of understanding, or confusion, or even resignation. anything to reassure her that he would simply walk away & pretend he hadn't seen her. 

but he's just … staring at her. 

she isn't sure what that means. 

❝ um - sir ?  ❞  this time, she raises her head, emboldened by his hesitation. his lack of response is a little concerning. hotaru cautiously glances over her shoulder, looking around for … anything, really. anyone ? nothing is there to greet her, so she turns back to him, nose scrunching. does she stare back ? 

❝ i … i'm sorry, really. it won't happen again.  ❞  … ❝ and, um, i hope … whatever this event is … goes well.  ❞ 

Send me “📝 + (fandom)” and I’ll reply with a character I would RP from that fandom

( who would i write in another fandom / accepting !! )

I WAS WAITING FOR THIS

@silenttyped asked: So who she gonna zoltraak on her dash rn

".......   I   don't   see   nor   sense   any   demons   nearby   ....   so   for   the   time   being,   no   one!"

@silenttyped asked: ✄★❀♤ x :)

✄ for a favorite movie of my muse’s.

she's into perfect blue パーフェクトブルー, spirited away 千と千尋の神隠し and princess mononoke もののけ姫. non-animated films she's into are early japanese cinema like seven samurai 七人の侍, and rashomon 羅生門.

★ for a talent headcanon.

rei can play traditional japanese instruments such as koto 箏 and shamisen 三味線! other than that, rei knows how to sing. mostly traditional japanese songs, but she does listen to j-pop and k-pop as well.

❀ for a crush my muse has had.

mamoru chiba a.k.a. tuxedo mask. it took her a while to get over him, realizing that he was meant to be with usagi tsukino a.k.a. sailor moon. i believe it's canon.

♤ for a ‘dislike’ headcanon.

Questions for the mun.

i. Who's your favourite canon character?

For the longest time, it was Naruto Uzumaki—but then I grew up. Eventually, it turned into Geralt (from the books and games… then Henry’s version), and now? Currently obsessed with Halsin, haha! So, yeah, it's definitely a tricky question for me, since I’ve a lot of favorites—but these are my top three.

ii. What do you look for in a ship?

What do I look for in a ship? Honestly... It's all about chemistry. Not just romantic sparks, but that pull !!! That magnetic, undeniable thread between two muses that keeps tugging no matter the scene, no matter the verse. I want something that feels alive, where both characters lean in without needing to say why. Where tension simmers quietly until it boils over, or maybe it just aches in the background. Either way, I need something that moves.

Give me drive. Mutual interest. Effort. I don't care for one-sided writing where my muse is giving everything and getting crumbs in return (UNLESS IT'S A UNREQUITED DYNAMIC..) I crave ships where both people are reaching for each other in different ways. Flawed, messy, real ways. I want touches that linger too long, stolen glances, tension that builds even when no one's brave enough to name it yet. And desire. Not always the physical kind, though that can be fun, but the kind where they want to know each other, to peel back layers, to get under the skin. Let it be slow-burn or feral ... I’ll take either, so long as it’s not hollow.

A bright smile immediately greets him as she throws her arms around him in return. "Mori-san!" she yells between laughs. She even allows him to pick her up, kicking her feet in the air. "Where have you been!? It's been FOREVER!"