#forestdcity

[gardenofgods-a]

forestdcity replied to your post: He is just a gremlin.

they can be gremlins together

“Do you want to eat dirt and rocks with me?”

[luckynatured]

“Who wants to hear some curse words?!” HILBERT, NO.

[duwynaidh]

forestdcity replied to your post: He stretches out a hand. Hold it, weaklings, he...

… holds hand???

The Prince sweeps her close, wraps an arm around her waist, and leads her through a stunningly perfect rendition of a waltz to Tchaikovsky--played by his entourage that accompany him in the forest.

“ You dance well, for an amateur, my darling!~ ”

[sealcdheart]

There’s a Pokemon held tight in his arms, curled up in a small ball and nuzzling his jacket. Cole would idly run his fingers across it’s back and head with one hand while the other, beneath it and supporting the small ball, remain tangled in the course fur. As he makes his way through the forest Pokemon scatter about the place, a few poking their heads in before running off again. It’s frustrating, because he’s sure the closer he gets to them the closer he gets to what he’s searching for but all he feels like is that he’s wandering in goddamn circles. He wasn’t in the wrong place, the old woman he spoke to directed him here and told him that it was where he wanted to be but reaching his destination would take more than determination. 

Fuck her and fuck her riddles. 

All Cole had was determination and he was quickly running out of that. Though when he directs his gaze down, when he looks at the sleeping Pokemon wrapped in his arms, he somehow finds it again with an exhausted and irritated sigh. He wasn’t paid enough for this shit, he wasn’t paid at ALL someone could point out. The only thing Cole gains out of this is perhaps a few minutes of restless sleep. 

❝Keep up.❞ The words are directed behind him, Cole sparing a glance at Umbreon and Espeon who seem as tired as him. ❝I know, but we can’t stop here and I don’t have any food on me. I thought this wouldn’t take that long.❞ Typically it’s very much an in and out thing. In Orre all he has to do is head into the Sacred Forest and touch the goddamn Relic Stone and Celebi fixes shit. It’s not a hike through the woods wandering around lost. 

Umbreon trips over a root and Cole finally stops stomping around, taking a breath and tightening his arms. The Pokemon shifts painfully in his arm and he shakes himself from his frustrated state, adjusting his arms so that they can fall back asleep. ❝Sorry Shaymin.❞ Legendaries were a lot harder to free the hearts of, with Suicune, Raikou, and Entei he had to directly get Celebi’s help, he couldn’t do it on his own despite his best effort. Their hearts were sealed so tightly shut they’d attack even him. It was terrifying. Shaymin having a realitivily docile nature just seemed to want to sleep, it only got aggressive when a battle started. Another reason he was avoiding getting to close to Pokemon.

Though he could head back to Orre with it that place was so combat central he worried Shaymin would run off, not to mention he was out of flutes. Ilex Forest was said to be the main home for Celebi which was why he headed from Orre to Johto. 

Taking a breath he raised his head up and looked across the forest. ❝CELEBI!❞

@forestdcity​

[geomcncy]

"Please, don't fight anyone."

              “ Could you really call it fighting if they do not stand a chance? “

[disorderlyintentions]

"And add rainbow lights to the tree! And a little elf village by the train!"

“Celebi, please. I believe you are getting a little ahead of yourself there.”

[xeternitas]

"I've uh... been... doing my all of my forest...... responsibilities....."

“Uh huh. If you need help, you can ask.”

Please have the decency to look your father in the eye when you lie to him.

[timeblooded--a]

@forestdcity // starter call!

“Celebi, have you seen Lucas?” Almost suspicious that he would ask that now of all times, isn’t it?

[gardenofgods-a]

"Ho-Oh, what's karaoke? Is it true that it's like singing?"

“It’s exactly singing. You get a microphone, and there’s a little TV screen that shows you the lyrics to sing. It’s pretty much like you’re singing the song itself, since the original lyrics aren’t there!”

[lukissed--a]

“...Do I want to know what he’s doing now?”

[exspiravited-a]

forestdcity replied to your post: “uwu” It somehow sounds like a face instead of...

uwu?

“uwu!!!!”

[timescomposer-blog]

"Um, what rhymes with duck that is also a swear?"

They just sigh, loudly.

[xeternitas]

Sticks tongue out at Xern

[timeblooded--a]

((shoutout to @forestdcity​ because we keep chatting about how Time Dino/Alpaca is probably like the dorkiest dad in the world to Celebi (but he tries his hardest)-))

[timeblooded-archived]

@forestdcity

Dialga doesn’t say a thing. He just reaches over to ruffle the little one’s hair. Ruffle, ruffle, ruffle.

[futuresightcd]

@forestdcity​ ♡’d for a starter !

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          Time was such a strange thing.

          Golden hours, the transition of time from day to night, and back again. The first moments of day b r e a k━━ warm in the sense something was going to begin. Or the last moments, the door held open for twilight to make its entrance. Dusting the skies and forests with the eerie calm of closure.

          It didn’t matter which side of the coin Matsuba greeted when it came to time. So much of his own was spent forward━ endlessly crawling through futures as they twisted together, or  s p l i t  apart. And when he wasn’t locked into place, witnessing what could happen, he struggled through what had. 

          Finding a moment to spend in the present, clear minded, that’s what mattered.

          Free of expectations, the mystic had followed the winding path through Ilex. An offering of fruit to be left at the small shrine in the heart of the forest carefully tucked under one arm. Each step measured steadily, each step ridding another weight of the day; he wanted to greet the forest’s guardian with composure. If he was lucky enough for it to bless him with company.

          His greeting was gentle, though not without an innocent air of hope. ❛ I know it’s late, but I come to clear my head. ❜ Setting the little basket of fruit down at the base of the shrine, Matsuba took a few steps back. ❛ I hope you don’t mind the company. ❜