#creator of the sea. —

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@melemeleguardian sent: "Woah, quite a hot day. Huh, Marea?" Koko had taken off his shirt and used it to wipe his brow. Judging from the smirk on his face, he knew what he was doing too.

He has caught on to his little games by now; and yet it always seemed to cause the water legendary to have a lump form in his throat. Golden gaze flickers to Koko’s shirtless form; his face tinting a shade of red before he meets the others gaze.

“I…suppose…”

His words are slow before Marea shakes his head after a moment and brings a hand up to his face. He sees that smirk and he glances away with a gentle huff. Marea was still wearing his kimono; several layers; not thinking about the heat whatsoever.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you…?”

[hiddencaves]

@melemeleguardian sent: if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next. 

A brow raises slightly from his spot in the others bed, blue hair splayed over his shoulders and behind him; lips quirking upwards into a smirk as a clawed hand moved and reached over to card his fingers through Koko’s hair. The other had seemed to bring a side out of Marea that the ocean god didn’t think he had in him anymore…it had been a long time until he had been so intimate with somebody.

The change of pace was nice.

The way he looks at him is seductive to say the least, and he moves himself forward to press a kiss against Koko’s lips; though his hand moves to his thigh and squeezes.

“Oh…? I don’t plan on looking at you any differently, Koko…so maybe you should show me what’s going to happen.”

[prataneptunia]

They were not surprised that Steven was able to figure out so quickly who they were; that they were the creator of the sea in a human form. That they were they legendary Pokémon, Kyogre—gone for so long and returned. There were so many questions amongst the people of Hoenn: what happened to Kyogre? Did they truly exist? They hadn’t been seen for hundreds of years.

Lithe fingers turn the page in the book they had in their grasp, one leg crossed over the other as they sat in Wallace’s study—listening to the sounds of their descendants Pokémon outside. They all seemed so happy—Wallace took very good care of them, and the legendary was grateful for that. It reminded him so much of Suiji…

Red eyes flickered over to the entry way of the study, blinking a few times before a smile curls upon their lips. “Steven Stone. I was expecting you.” They hummed, gaze moving back to the pages before they closed the book and rested it in their lap.

Surely, Steven must have been curious about them—Marea always had a feeling. It made sense, honestly—they disappeared for a long time with very little records of their whereabouts or why they disappeared. Some thought Kyogre was dead. Others were unsure about the creatures whereabouts, not realizing that once again they hid themselves among humans, visiting their descendants every week.

“Wallace is out with his father—“ Juan, they mean. “I’m sure you already know that. What can I do for you?”

// @rockheadcd ( Steven Stone. ) | closed starter.

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Every Arceus is terrible—no, he won’t take criticism.

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This man is sitting at the beach with a magikarp in his hands. It’s dead.

You also watch him take a solid bite right out of its middle—

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@melemeleguardian sent: Marea receives a collect call from Alola. Obviously, it's from Koko. "Hey, I heard there's a sudden storm and thought you might be angry at something. Is everything alright?"

The service within the Cave of Origin wasn’t the greatest, but one could make due—especially since he was only hanging out on the main level. Away from the storm that was raging outside; he fell to the ground in a sitting position like a rob of bricks.

His phone goes off—Rotom speaks and a sigh leaves the ocean deity. “Answer, Rotom. Thank you.”

The markings on his skin appear and disappear and reappear again, repeating the pattern. Brows are pinched together; teeth are sharp as he speak. It’s difficult to keep it together.

“I’m fine.” He’s lying. “My idiot brother just decided to get under my skin…it’s nothing that I won’t get over.” It was worse this time, however. Daichi claiming to understand how Suiji felt—he didn’t even know her—what did he know? It was more like a personal attack on Marea, that how he felt about it.

“You do not need to worry about me…”

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It’s a beautiful day in the Kalos region—

And you are a horrible, horrible whale.

// @fleurladari

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I finally finished colouring the line art of Marea ( Kyogre ) that I commissioned from @shiny-miltank a while ago!!!

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Saw this and made whale

Also bonus babie whale

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I cleaned him up a bit. I sure if I’ll legit line and colour him lmao

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—THE CAVE OF ORIGIN.

Over a thousand years ago, back in ancient Hoenn in Sooto village, the Cave of Origin became the home of Marea and his wife, Suiji.

At the time there were only 2/4 floors of the cavern. It was bigger then what Suiji had lived in prior and was good for their developing family. It had plenty of space for themselves and their son. At the time it was furnished; as a home should be, and afterwards their son had made it something akin to a shrine, linking Kyogre to the cave and starting the legends of its Origin, as an homage to his father who had disappeared after Suiji’s death.

Marea always trails back here when he is not at the Waters mansion. He usually comes here when he’s upset or angry in hopes the familiarity would soothe him, but sometimes it just makes things worse.

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God of the Sea Raging Storm.

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Standard Theme - Cherry Blossom Storm - Okami

Battle theme: Ushiwaka’s Dance - Okami

Emotional theme: Kimi no kioku ( piano ver. ) - Persona 3

Boss theme: Battle of Orochi II - Okami

Tagged by: no one i stole it

Tagging: @soraozon @crashingearth @foolshoujo

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Daichi is annoying, he pretends he does not see.

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@ingovercast sent: "I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness."

“I think you look more tired then usual, Ingo.” Golden eyes blink as the deity gets right into Ingo’s space, blinking over to examine his features, golden gaze focused and head tilting; blue hair moving like a waterfall as he did so. A low hum leaves him and he pulls back from the other, hands clasped in front of himself.

“You can talk to me.” His tone is soft and soothing; he knows what it’s like to feel so tired. For the centuries he had slept…He felt as though he could atleast be there for his friend if he needed it. There’s a moment of thought before Marea speaks again, gaze glancing away briefly before falling back onto the other man.

“I won’t force you to open up to me….But I just want you to know that if you ever need to, I am here for you. A lack of sleep is a sign of stress, is it not?”

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The storm had ceased; two god-like creatures had made history neeely repeat itself with the battle within the Cave of Origin. The storm had split the earth and caused damage to the city; which was evacuated fully by now. Neck in neck, the two of them fought; the younger brother—young and naive, blinded with rage and the older, middle child—angry, though apologetic; pleading for his brother to stop whatever madness he had descended into.

And eventually, the All Creator had come and put a stop to it; ceasing the storm and bringing Kyogre to the Sky pillar.

Red shackles squeezed the skin of this mortal form; the chain fastened to the wall as arms were raised above him. His braid, mostly loose curled like hanging ripple on the floor. As if the fight with his brother was not enough, but one who he hates much more the Groudon had come to stop it, and he was pretty sure that was worse, as Arceus’ presence was less then ideal for the Ocean God.

The arms of his kimono lay on the ground next to him; his torso unclothed only because of the fight. The blue colouring was fading, though the deep blue vein like markings were still splayed out past his shoulders; slowly, slowly fading away with the more strength he slowly recovered.

His head hangs; hair hanging like a veil of water to cover his face, not raising his gaze whatsoever to the foot steps he heard—now a prisoner within the walls of his eldest brother’s Sky Pillar.

“…Why are you here?”

// OPEN STARTER.