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falsedivinities:

 oh!! and her excellent partner just swept her off her feet. (she’s quite heavy. she hopes victini doesn’t mind.) if she was in her pokemon forme, her tail might be wagging. she sorta nuzzles victini back.

nibble nibble. aya’s shoulder is very tasty, and she says so through a mouthful of fabric. this is also battle training, kind of! that’s the reason she’s tackled aya, and she’s sticking to that. “surrender now, fiend! i demand affection, or your life!”

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@falsedivinities the best thing about being able to fly is giving people surprise hugs. tackle-glomp!!

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[Examine mural ]

go in my askbox, and give my muse an rpg styled command! 🕹️

it’s a bit of a stretch, victini thinks, to call her dumb scribbles a mural, but maybe since she’s a legend herself…!! she pats fondly at the crayon drawings tacked over the walls of her prison, and lets her hand hover over her newest masterpiece - a drawing of herself in the sunshine. “someday.”

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chimirist​:

  the rain… is not aya’s favourite. she resents the water type memory slotted inside her and everything it represents, and it makes her sick. none the less, here she is. red scarf round her neck and the water running over her hair, and fingers twisted together in an uncomfortable manner.

  you see, it was raining the night she left aether- running through the dark with the droplets running down her back and blood on her claws, knowing, just knowing, that she could never, ever go back. but she has no home, no shelter. she has nothing.

  so when a bright ball of sunshine (ironic- sun on a rainy day) comes up to her, what is she to do? when her first instinct is to manipulate and hurt and push away, why does she want to stay.

  she keeps her voice level. “well, if you know anywhere where i could shelter, i’d like that.”

victini near lights up with happiness, a true grin breaking across her pointed face as she grabs for this mysterious girl’s hand. she would go easily with anyone who offered her a home, it’s true, but sometimes people don’t react like she would. she was isolated for a very, very long time after all - she can’t be expected to understand the feelings of others correctly.

but, if this girl’s agreed, then she doesn’t have to worry ! can focus on helping, on winning in even small ways for another’s sake, instead of her heart jumping to her throat at every shadow moving, every drop of rain that touches her unannounced.

she tugs her jacket close around her, oversized sleeves heavy with wet, as she tugs her after and starts chattering up a storm of her own to fill the silence. “it’ll be ok now that i’m here! and that you’re here, too, i shouldn’t be selfish.. um, i’m victini! what’s your name, do you have one ? or just a title ?”

it’s been a while, since she had a normal conversation.

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Go in my askbox, and give my muse an RPG-style command!

Examples: 

[Examine ___ ] [Equip ___ ] [Talk to ___ ]

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all pokemon are good pokemon

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( challenging @chimirist​ ! 💌 )

victini’s never minded being caught in the rain, even being a fire type. she can dance in it, and she’s harder to track, and -- all fated encounters happen with suitable weather ! that’s obvious, over these long years. she’s a bit lonely, again, hasn’t had a hero since don’t think the name a very, very long time. maybe someone sweet will try n pick her up, this time. she’d like that.

her focus has never been the best, though, in any situation not to do with combat; thinking fast is a plus up and until you’re racing through normal life with no thoughts that can stay. as much as she says she’s looking for a hero, when she sees another girl caught out in what’s becoming a frightening storm, she’d rather help her instead.

bounds up to her, twisting her hands together, and offers a smile. “um.... do you need any help?”

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kainair:

  it dodges just at the right time. the shining star scratches its arm, but this was deliberate. for it to be a true fight, there must be blood. it does not matter whose. the tang of it in the air makes shivers run down reshiram’s spine, and it bares its teeth, letting the adrenaline take hold. its rapier had stuck into the ground so it pulls it out, before lunging back upwards, sword pointed, hit next to its ear. aimed to pierce. aimed to kill.

  to death or dishonour indeed.

it remembers who reshiram is, now. it doesn’t think they’ve ever fought, but... victory hovers ‘round the clash of any war, ready to sink its sharp teeth into the losers. the bulk of the dragon of truth has been all-too familiar, stained red with blood.

all it has as advantage is its slightly smaller size, and an immunity to fire, which it won’t do it any good if the blade strikes. even half-high on adrenaline, it’s letting bone-deep strategy lessons take over, drilled into it for longer than this one’s been in its awakened state. tenses to dodge out of the way, and pushes off the ground into flight with more stars at the ready.

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lack–two:

memexauxqueen:

bold what applies to your muse: flaws edition !

feel free to add more.

easily scared | whiny | repetitive | selfish | arrogant | easily excitable | too silly | stubborn | blank minded | overly cautious | loud | easily bored | untrustworthy | disloyal | manipulative | overly sensitive | possessive | clingy | obnoxious | gullible | annoying | judgmental | tactless | merciless | unlucky | soft-hearted | sarcastic | reckless | paranoid | unsophisticated | pushy | self critical | smart-ass | infamy | solemn | erratic | 

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kainair:

  ah… someone who knows what it’s doing. it was taught to fight the traditional way by its hero, sword on sword, blisters on hands. it bends its own elegant duellist’s bow, before pulling one long thin silver rapier from its side. it has another, but it’ll only bring her out if it really needs her. it pulls the blade up in front of it, foot placed carefully in front in the manner of a kalosian fencer.

  “to death or dishonour, indeed, victory. now, en garde!” and it lunges.

as politely as it’s bowed, it has no sword to keep up the traditions of battle. it just likes being dramatic, spins out of the path of reshiram’s blade on light feet and lets flames spark in its hands. it twirls a shining star in its palm, weights the delicate weapon before sending it whipping, along with its match, directly at reshiram’s smug face. 

-- it’s giggling, childishly excited, as it attacks.

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emergency ice cream trip!!

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kainair:

  “huh. victory has nothing on truth. i fought two wars, so i bet i could beat you up!” it doesn’t even care about its meal anymore- a fight is a fight, and it hasn’t had its adrenaline kick in a while. and, hey, taking down the incarnation of victory would be a good training activity~ it might even push it up a tier in the legendary pecking order, and then it’ll be able to fight arceus! okay, maybe not soon, but it’s a start.  

  “so, wanna fight?”

what a weirdo. isn’t it obvious that the incarnation of victory can’t lose ?! still... it’s been a long time since it got to talk to anyone, and maybe if it beats reshiram it’ll be victini’s friend. that’d be nice, it thinks, half-dreamily, before snapping out of it.

 “of course i do!! to death or dishonor, lightbringer!” it yells, and sweeps a duelist’s bow. 

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since a lot of my followers don’t understand how eclipse work i made this gif to help clear things up

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kainair:

  “reshiram! bringer of truth! destroyer of liars! it who brings light where it is dark!” an exuberant thump against its chest (it hurt a bit), and it spins. “i helped make this entire region! i am split from the great dragon itself, so don’t mess with me, squirt!” maybe this would be a bit more impressive if it was… any taller.

...as long as reshiram isn’t going to take its sweets, it supposes it doesn’t care too much...!! except for that one, reaaaaally tiny issue. “i’m almost the same height as you!! and you couldn’t beat me, anyways, so don’t act so stuck up!” it takes its hands out of its pockets to poke at reshiram’s face accusingly. 

“i’m victini, incarnation of victory, and i could kick your butt!! bleh!!!!!!!!!”

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♡ + myths

victini’s always featured more in fairy tales than myths proper – anyone gifted with the trust of a stronger legendary hardly needed to seek out victory’s incarnation. it appears for brief moments in the old stories, almost as a joke ; there are hushed tales told of when it misplaced its loyalty, and very little more. with the exception of one town, it’s mostly a children’s tale, and that’s safer.

– in ancient art, portrayals of it are often mistaken for strange stylistic takes on the other pixies, far from home. 

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