𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄.

a low activity, 18+, iconless multimuse for pokémon sun&moon's four tapus. as told by ghost / harbour, 29 y/o, italian, any pronouns. sideblog of ghostories.

this blog will contain triggering content, such as discussion and graphic depiction of trauma and death, unreality and reality altering events, cosmic horror and learned helplessness, and unfiltered wrath and violence. reader discretion is adviced.

@skullkxd Ree takes a breath and steps forward How long has it been since they were at bulu’s shrine? Probably since that team flare freak was sniffing around, trying to find it. Ree leans against their cane and stands before the shrine, before kneeling to place an offering. And they wish.

Tapu Bulu appears in a flurry of vines and leaves. They come in a place empty of a presence, and they go leaving the deity in their place. He stares at the form of the youngling with empty eyes, no emotions in them, simply waiting for a reason for their presence there. Their presence, again. Others might never even see Tapu Bulu's temple, while Ree seems to be always drawn to it.

examine! / @infernalpursuit Tapu Koko: examine your Island

It's Melemele Island. Your protected. Your head rests wearily on the mountain's side as you take your time to look at it. It's green, and lush, laughter rising from it and caressing your ears. If you could smile, you would. Instead, you just lower your eyelids a little, relaxing your otherwise always tense expression.

It's just a moment, before vigilance returns strong as a slap. Your entire body grows tense out of habit, as you attempt to focus on the gentleness of the view, and instead can see only the past.

Your island turned to ruin and dust. Destruction, and death, and invaders, taking what is yours, what of your people, and make them their own. Laughter becomes screams of terror and pain - you can hear your own, as the sensation of the Nihilegos dragging you away returns to burn on your arms and neck.

@tapuhauko He's at the Ruins of Hope, anxiously standing in front of the shrine entrance. They have some questions for Tapu Fini after their add on to the blessing and the new powers it brought, but they're a little nervous actually entering the shrine to pray and hope for a chance to talk. "..." Hau glances at the basket carried under his arm. He brought countless offerings, from rare evolutionary stones to berries and foods the deity might like. With a deep breath, they finally enter the ruins. They move quietly up to the altar, debating going back, when they finally find their voice again. "Err-- Alola. Tapu Fini, are you there?"

She has felt their presence since they were arriving at the temple, a small and uncertain figure with an endless potential sparkling inside of them. Tapu Fini waited patiently for their pace to bring them forward, for their courage to bring them to speak. She wasn't in a hurry - she has all the time of the world, after all.

They eventually greet her, asking if she's present with their usual gentle demeanour she so often could observe. Almost immediately after their question, Hau can see drops of water starting to fall just as gently from the roof above the altar, falling a few steps from them yet without touching them. They linger, one drop after the other collecting each other and quickly forming the figure of the deity, a shape of water that turns solid, and leaves the one they called.

examine! / @infernalpursuit Tapu Bulu: examine Po Town

It's Po Town, where the rain never stops falling. It never will. You won't allow it. It makes it a humid, inhospitable place, certainly not the worst - oh, you've seen what the worst would be - but a difficult one nonetheless.

And yet, those younglings and their leader live there, despite everything. You don't object - you don't care where they decide to live. Do they like to be constantly under the rain? You won't say anything to them. It's their choice, and you respect it, even though you have the doubt their leader chose that place specifically to go against you. Petty victory, in that case. You let him have that one.

i. mun & activity. hello! i go by ghost, 29 years old, any pronouns. i'm italian, and english is my second language, hence you might see mistakes or weird phrases in my turns! i can get pretty busy and lately i worked to take the habit of staying as little as possible at the computer, which means that sometimes i can't get to it for days or even weeks. because of this, this blog, as all my blogs are, is permanent low activity! it might take a while for me to reply, but eventually always will! this blog is a sideblog of ghostories!

ii. no follow back. i know how weird it might sound, but for personal reasons i'd rather avoid following back pokémon blogs. to roleplay with you i don't require us to be mutuals, and i won't force you to make an exception for me if you're mutuals only, but have this heads up! if i don't follow you back it's not a sign i don't want to roleplay with you, i just prefer to avoid it. do feel free to send in anything you like even if you don't see me in your followers list!

iii. adult content and tagging system. due to my interpretation of the four tapus, mature themes will be present very often. because of this, this blog is 18+. everytime a trigger appears in my turns, i will tag it with the name of the trigger, followed by "//" - for example, blood //. if i forget or don't think about tagging something, never hesitate to tell me!

iv. shipping, suggestive and smut. i'm not interested in romantic shipping in this blog, and smut makes me extremely uncomfortable so i will avoid it altogether.

v. starting threads and prompts lists. anything works for me to start a thread - prompts from lists or original ones, or plotting, anything! i just really enjoy writing, and love receiving things that give me new excuses to write even more. send anything anytime you like! i do my best to send often prompts as well, but i might always be a little late for prompts lists or for particular events for the aforementioned low activity. if you want to reblog a prompt list i reblogged, please go to the source and don’t reblog directly from me, unless the source itself is broken.

vi. dropping threads. if you don’t feel inspired anymore for a thread of ours, don’t be afraid to drop it! no need to tell me, and i promise i won’t get mad, it’s alright! due to my constant low activity, i know inspiration can simply disappear after a while. don’t be afraid to drop it and move on - we can always start something new!

vii. mun's drawings. i like to draw little things that might involve my muses as much as my writing partners’, and sometimes i like to post them. if the drawing is posted on the rp blog and i specify that only certain people can reblog, please do not reblog them unless you have permission. if i post them here instead than my art blog, it is because i’d rather keep them in a smaller circle.

viii. muses' thoughts. mun =/= muses! what they do or think is not necessarily what i would do or think. don’t compare me to them.

ix. fixing and rewriting turns. if you can’t understand something i wrote, don’t be afraid to ask me for clarifications! as aforementioned, english is my second language: while i do my best, mistakes might not be that uncommon in my turns. furthermore, i might misunderstand your turn as well - if it happens, or if more in general i need to change anything in my turn for any reason ( be it also that i might have written you into a corner or you don’t know how to continue! ), don’t hesitate to tell me! i have no problems at all in fixing my turns, or even rewrite them entirely if necessary!

x. turns length. i tend to write A LOT, especially when i’m very inspired by a thread. please remember, you don’t need to match my length in your reply! don’t feel pressured to write more than you wish, write as much as you want.

The land here isn’t sturdy enough for their wheelchair. Ree had gripped their cane tight while climbing — their muscles shifting painfully with every step. Still, Ree persisted — determined, prideful, tired.

They make it up to the shrine with their chest heaving. Ree tugs their completed trial amulet out and holds it up — as if to say something. Anything.

“I did it,” they say, voice trembling. “With or without your blessing. I earned this. Even though you hate the place I come from.”

the eyes that stare back at him - at the amulet - from inside the temple are bright, daggers of light in the dark, and the first answer ree can see. tapu bulu comes out of the temple a few moments after, his form moving slowly, strongly, prideful under the setting light of alola. his form stands taller and majestic, a painful contrast to the human's poor shape.

the divinity's eyes stare back at theirs, ree's strength against his own. they then move, slowly, towards the amulet, and study it for many seconds. ree might see it shine thanks to the light. tapu bulu sees it shine of pure, unyielding determination.

a few steps back from the shrine are taken, and tapu koko's form is quick to appear. electric sparks briefly come to life in the air full of static all around them, overcharges run up the wall and down the floor, but circle around the figure of the man, leaving him untouched, protected. the guardian deity hatches his eyes, piercing topaz glare alights on the man.

ah, the worn out warrior. he glared at his form so many times whenever he happened on the islands. those eyes, his bearing… so ironically similar to the one kahuna he seems to despise so much.

bending forwards, his hands reach for the cup, carefully picking it up. sparks run up the ceramic as it is brought near the lips, and a single, long sip of coffee is taken. he takes a moment to enjoy it, his eyes closed. he has always liked that human invention, their own special version of liquid electricity, in a sense. a way to recharge, to remain active and awake —— one, he believes, the man standing in front of him makes use of one cup too often.

he glances again at his form, eyes glittering gold, in gentle wait. the offer is appreciated, the due respect was given. a small nod, approving.