*RETIRED* An Ask/RP blog for two spotted mons

"Hello there! We're two spotted pokemon and... that's it really. Please don't ask us anything that involve... private parts." Name: Oshy Moves: -Razor Shell (Secret Techniques) -Hydro Pump -Surf -Water Pulse Name: Chesner Moves: ~Seed Bomb ~Wood...

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

Oh boy, it's been a long time since I've been here. Still dead though.

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

✘

The yordle began tip-toeing behind the Oshawatt she had met at the hospital. Since he was so kind to pay her a visit and to give her a treat, she might as well reward him! Slipping on her goggles over her eyes she crouched down as she took a deep breathe.

“INCOMING!”

She hollered as she leaped up and hugged Oshy as he turned around. As she embraced the yordle bursted into laughter.

“Heya buddy! How’ve you been?”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

Oshy was thinking about the conversation he would have with his Chespin friend back “home,” wondering what he would think about her. Suddenly, he’s pounced from the side-

“W-WHOA!”

after recovering from shock, Oshy realizes it was Tristana. He was very surprised to see her again! He didn’t think he’d see her again after that hospital visit, let alone she would even find him on his trail back to where he came from... and give him a warm hug.

“Y-you nearly literally made my heart jump out! A-Anyway, Things have been going pretty good, very alarming you would see me agai- goodness you feel very soft...”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

I still here. How do I get noticed?

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

How do I get noticed as an RP/Ask blog?

I don’t think I’m getting attention the right way...

[denxize-deactivated20160627]

“Did you say something?”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

“Yeah I said something!... I just don’t think I want to say it again when you’re standing over me like that...”

[veilled-deactivated20160315]

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

[shironao]

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

Send ‘🍷’ for your muse to find mine working in a bar.

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

🏥

The yordle gunner was lying down on her back, tucked underneath a blanket on a hospital bed. At the moment she was resting with her left arm covered in a thick cast.“Zzzz…”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

Oshy didn’t know how to approach her. He was hoping he could talk to her and give her a treat: Strawberry yogurt. As he approached, he tried to hold back his tears as he didn’t know how critical the yordle’s condition was. What if she could never use her arm again?!

“H-Hey… Tristana? Are you a-awake? I b-b-brought you something I hope you m-might like…”

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

The yordle bumbled as she rolled slightly in her sleep, before her ears picked up the sound of sniffling and a voice. With a small yawn and stretch, she leaned up to see a small Oshawatt standing beside her with a treat. “Oh, uh, hey there!” She didn’t know who or what this little fella was, but he seemed clearly worried about her and even offering her some yogurt. “Is that for me?”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

The sea otter pup nearly choked on his sobs when he heard the yordle speak. This was the first time he met Trist, as he heard tales of her feats. Being a crybaby wasn’t the best impression to one of his idels, but overhearing someone close to his mind being harmed badly was enough to spook him.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry I just… I’ve heard about you and little about how you got harmed. M-My name is Oshy as well and I thought… well, this was an opportunity to meet you.”

Instead of crying now, he was blushing and sweating like melting ice. Meeting someone he admired out of the blue and offering her yogurt of all things just seemed… odd to him.

“Y-Yes, this yogurt is f-for you. Sorry it’s yogurt instead of flowers or something basic. Sorry if me being a stranger to you makes you feel uncomfortable… How are you feeling, overall?”

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

“Eh, it’s fine! Yogurt or flowers, doesn’t matter to me!” “Nice to meet you Oshy! I’d offer you a handshake but, uh, doctors don’t want me to move. It’s for the best.”

The yordle just let off a small chuckle at the Oshawatt’s nevousness, it sort of reminded of herself before she went to join the Megling Commandos. It did feel nice to be appreciated and thought of though outside the battlefield.

“I’m feeling fine for the most part. That fall took a blow out of me, but the doc said I should be out of here in terms of a week or two. Not the type to stand still, but I’m the type for having my arm back.”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

“A fall. huh? h-how high of a fall? What caused it?”

As Oshy handed over the yogurt and spoon, he eased up. He was thankful Tristana didn’t feel uneasy around something she thought she would never meet, let alone coming in all of the sudden as a stranger.  He then crawled onto her bed.

“I-I’m just going to settle here for a bit, if that’s okay. I may have a few questions I’d like to ask… like… how soft are your.. ears?”

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

“Mmm… it was during rocket jump practice. I was practicing but I lost my balance and landed on my arm.” The yordle gunner explained with a small blush appearing on her face. Usually she wasn’t the one to admit her failures, but this slip up was entirely on her.

“Um… how soft are my ears?” Tristana pondered as she tugged on her ears with her availible arm. “Hm… guess it all depends on opinion. I dunno I guess an… eight out of ten? Really it’s up to the person trying to cuddle.”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

“Rocket jumping? Why would you propel yourself in the air with a knockback of an explosion?! I-I mean... where I come from, we take hyperbeams to the face and still survive, but... still.”

After hearing how soft her ears were, Oshy couldn’t resist but ask if he could feel them.

“Do you mind if I... pet your ears? or are they very sensitive?”

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

🏥

The yordle gunner was lying down on her back, tucked underneath a blanket on a hospital bed. At the moment she was resting with her left arm covered in a thick cast.“Zzzz…”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

Oshy didn’t know how to approach her. He was hoping he could talk to her and give her a treat: Strawberry yogurt. As he approached, he tried to hold back his tears as he didn’t know how critical the yordle’s condition was. What if she could never use her arm again?!

“H-Hey… Tristana? Are you a-awake? I b-b-brought you something I hope you m-might like…”

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

The yordle bumbled as she rolled slightly in her sleep, before her ears picked up the sound of sniffling and a voice. With a small yawn and stretch, she leaned up to see a small Oshawatt standing beside her with a treat. “Oh, uh, hey there!” She didn’t know who or what this little fella was, but he seemed clearly worried about her and even offering her some yogurt. “Is that for me?”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

The sea otter pup nearly choked on his sobs when he heard the yordle speak. This was the first time he met Trist, as he heard tales of her feats. Being a crybaby wasn’t the best impression to one of his idels, but overhearing someone close to his mind being harmed badly was enough to spook him.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry I just… I’ve heard about you and little about how you got harmed. M-My name is Oshy as well and I thought… well, this was an opportunity to meet you.”

Instead of crying now, he was blushing and sweating like melting ice. Meeting someone he admired out of the blue and offering her yogurt of all things just seemed… odd to him.

“Y-Yes, this yogurt is f-for you. Sorry it’s yogurt instead of flowers or something basic. Sorry if me being a stranger to you makes you feel uncomfortable… How are you feeling, overall?”

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

“Eh, it’s fine! Yogurt or flowers, doesn’t matter to me!” “Nice to meet you Oshy! I’d offer you a handshake but, uh, doctors don’t want me to move. It’s for the best.”

The yordle just let off a small chuckle at the Oshawatt’s nevousness, it sort of reminded of herself before she went to join the Megling Commandos. It did feel nice to be appreciated and thought of though outside the battlefield.

“I’m feeling fine for the most part. That fall took a blow out of me, but the doc said I should be out of here in terms of a week or two. Not the type to stand still, but I’m the type for having my arm back.”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

“A fall. huh? h-how high of a fall? What caused it?”

As Oshy handed over the yogurt and spoon, he eased up. He was thankful Tristana didn’t feel uneasy around something she thought she would never meet, let alone coming in all of the sudden as a stranger.  He then crawled onto her bed.

“I-I’m just going to settle here for a bit, if that’s okay. I may have a few questions I’d like to ask... like... how soft are your.. ears?”

[sophisticatedsuccubus]

“Would you like to try one of my famous Koadogs? Or Kumaburgers?”

“First time is always on the house!”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

"Koadog? Kumaburger? Those sound a lot like... never mind what they sound like; what's in them?"

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

🏥

The yordle gunner was lying down on her back, tucked underneath a blanket on a hospital bed. At the moment she was resting with her left arm covered in a thick cast.“Zzzz…”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

Oshy didn’t know how to approach her. He was hoping he could talk to her and give her a treat: Strawberry yogurt. As he approached, he tried to hold back his tears as he didn’t know how critical the yordle’s condition was. What if she could never use her arm again?!

“H-Hey… Tristana? Are you a-awake? I b-b-brought you something I hope you m-might like…”

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

The yordle bumbled as she rolled slightly in her sleep, before her ears picked up the sound of sniffling and a voice. With a small yawn and stretch, she leaned up to see a small Oshawatt standing beside her with a treat. “Oh, uh, hey there!” She didn’t know who or what this little fella was, but he seemed clearly worried about her and even offering her some yogurt. “Is that for me?”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

The sea otter pup nearly choked on his sobs when he heard the yordle speak. This was the first time he met Trist, as he heard tales of her feats. Being a crybaby wasn’t the best impression to one of his idels, but overhearing someone close to his mind being harmed badly was enough to spook him.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry I just… I’ve heard about you and little about how you got harmed. M-My name is Oshy as well and I thought… well, this was an opportunity to meet you.”

Instead of crying now, he was blushing and sweating like melting ice. Meeting someone he admired out of the blue and offering her yogurt of all things just seemed… odd to him.

“Y-Yes, this yogurt is f-for you. Sorry it’s yogurt instead of flowers or something basic. Sorry if me being a stranger to you makes you feel uncomfortable… How are you feeling, overall?”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

Open RP

“Sorry mate, we’re all out of donuts”

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

Send ‘🏈’ to play sports with my muse! Please specify which sport in the ask.

[the-yordle-gunner-blog]

🏥

The yordle gunner was lying down on her back, tucked underneath a blanket on a hospital bed. At the moment she was resting with her left arm covered in a thick cast.“Zzzz…”

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

Oshy didn’t know how to approach her. He was hoping he could talk to her and give her a treat: Strawberry yogurt. As he approached, he tried to hold back his tears as he didn’t know how critical the yordle’s condition was. What if she could never use her arm again?!

“H-Hey... Tristana? Are you a-awake? I b-b-brought you something I hope you m-might like...”

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Calling other fandoms! Send ✘ if you want to do a crossover with my muse!

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Send 🏥 for your muse to visit mine in hospital.

Reverse here.

[ask-dotted-oshawott]

Coming back?

Hey... is this blog still a thing?

I guess this will be @curious-oshawott‘s RP/Ask blog now!

Eh... I’ll probably forget about it, since I’m uber-new to RP.