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@askblindzoroark
I’m going to put my ask blogs on hiatus until I figure out what I want to do with them. For the time being, I will work on art I owe people and personal stuff.
Akuji to Brittany: Where I used to live, Roserade were seen as a bad omen. If one passed through our forest, it was said that a major tragedy would occur. Aren't tribal suspicions just incredible?
Brittany had never heard that at all. Roserades were usually seen as some sign of beauty, but to hear them as a bad omen was confusing. She chuckled, finding this quite humorous.
"Yeah that’s pretty funny and weird. I never hear that one before. What is the reason behind that though?
The Mightyena flicked his ears back slightly and smiled at the response.
"I guess they just came through the forest at the wrong times and earned a bad reputation through association. Roserade are pretty rare in Kalos, especially in the cold forests near Snowbelle City.
Personally, you're the first I've seen that wasn't with a human, so I can't offer you first hand experience. I just thought you'd be interested in that little story."
Nero: *Scenting the air, Nero's ears shot back and his nose wrinkled in disgust.* There are lots of unpleasant smells here... Very strong. I can smell something akin to a kind of disinfectant we used to use on injuries... I would assume this was some kind of hospital if it weren't for the awful smell...
Tobias looked up as a large Zoroark made his way inside the Critical Hit. He noticed that the Zoroark was smelling the scent of alcohol.
"Hospital?" He asked. "No, this is a bar. Welcome to the Critical Hit sir. What may I serve for you?"
Tobias felt bad for the Zoroark. He wanted to help him in any way he could. “I could let you have a few drinks and a meal. Don’t worry it’s on the house.”
Tobias then left for the kitchen for a few minutes and came back with a small steak dinner. “I was saving this for the evening rush, but since it’s a slow day, I figure you could use it more”. Tobias put the plate in front of Nero and cut up the steak into pieces for him.
"Oh, I guess I haven’t introduced myself, my name is Tobias. What’s yours?" Tobias introduced himself.
Nero's mouth watered at the scent of the steak, it had been a long time since he'd eaten cooked meat. "That's very kind of you sir, but I do have items of value I can trade."
He reached into a pouch around his waist, pulling out a handful of small, shiny, colourful beads.
"I'm afraid I don't have the currency used in cities, but these stones are valuable and sell for quite a lot. I'm not sure what you gave me if worth, but you may take and sell the turquoise and amethyst, since they're worth the most."
Smiling, he gently pressed his fingers into the fur on his chest. "It's nice to meet you, Tobias. I am Nero."
Akuji: You're the one who told Nero about me, aren't you? He can't find out any more. It's bad enough that he knows what he does now, so keep your nose out of our business or I'll chew it off.
"Oh? It would seem that you, my one-eyed friend, have a secret." Kano snickered and brought his paws together in front of his snout."How peculiar, that such an extreme punishment is necessary for simply giving your companion well needed information about you."Kano raised his paws skyward and shrugged, closing his eyes and holding the position."But I rather like my nose, so I think I’ll pass on spilling this secret of yours, whatever it is."
"I wouldn’t need to find you, if you were talking to Nero. It’s not as if you could write him a message, is it?" The Mightyena smirked.
"Aside from that, there’s nothing else you know that could compromise me. I would gain nothing from your bargain, so I see no reason to offer you anything for your silence."
"You’re not around him 24/7, and I have ways of making myself scarce until the chance arises," Kano says with a dismissive wave of the paw. "As for what I know, well, you have me there. But that can change easily." Kano gave a smirk himself. "After all, I’m sure there are loose lips out there willing to drop a bit of info on you. I’ve been known to be very persuasive sometimes, ya know?" The zoroark bursts into a short fit of laughter. "Oh, this is just like a game. I love games~! We should really do this more often."
The Mightyena turned away, looking almost hurt. "I doubt you'll find anyone who knows anything about me. Not anymore.
And you're right about me not being with Nero all the time, but I am with him most of the time, because he needs the help."
The smirk crept back onto his face, and his eyes narrowed. "A game... Very well."
Nero: *The blind Zoroark walked cautiously forward, tapping an odd-looking staff in front of him as he went* This place smells like death... What do you do here?
Nero: *Turns around to see the Zoroark, and floats over to him*
Oh, I’m the coroner. I examine dead bodies and give the detectives upstairs my reports on them. And yeah, sorry for the smell. I hate air freshener, plus it feels disrespectful in a place like this. It just feels weird having a place filled with corpse’s smelling like a rose garden.
Nero: Odd, my parents picked that name because they aid it sounded like a weaklings name. *Shrugs* What can you do I suppose.
Although it’s good to hear that you found a good friend to be by your side!
But yes, I am a Ghost. I was once a Samurott when i was alive. I died though several years ago, no not died, killed. I guess I had some unfinished business or something similar if I was able to come back as a ghost.
And no, you’re fine. I don’t mind telling people about this stuff. It’s almost therapeutic, you know?
Flattening his ears, he smiled uneasily. "Perhaps in your language, it does mean something akin to 'weak'... Perhaps the name isn't as unfitting as I imagined."
"The Shaman of my tribe would talk to Spirits and help them pass on, so you're the first Ghost I've met who was a different kind of Pokemon first. I've never met a Samurott before, but they sound like warriors." His smile turned more genuine and almost nostalgic at that.
Nero: *Scenting the air, Nero's ears shot back and his nose wrinkled in disgust.* There are lots of unpleasant smells here... Very strong. I can smell something akin to a kind of disinfectant we used to use on injuries... I would assume this was some kind of hospital if it weren't for the awful smell...
Tobias looked up as a large Zoroark made his way inside the Critical Hit. He noticed that the Zoroark was smelling the scent of alcohol.
"Hospital?" He asked. "No, this is a bar. Welcome to the Critical Hit sir. What may I serve for you?"
Nero’s ears turned in the direction of the voice, and he spread his hands out until one of them hit the bar, moving closer to lean against it.
"A bar…? And why would you serve me? I’m hardly master material." His nose twitched as he scented a particularly strong alcohol that he remembered members of his tribe used to steal.
"Though… Do you have any honey-coloured liquids? There was a specific fluid that the older Zoroark used to steal from humans that made them act weird, but it was good for putting on wounds as long as it wasn’t ingested."
Tobias watched as the Zoroark fumbled around, trying to find his way to the bar. He could tell that the pokemon was blind. He was relieved that the Zoroark made his way to the bar without hurting himself.
"Well… as a bartender, and as the owner, it is my job to help serve my patrons who walk in. Be it human, or pokemon." Tobias replied.
Tobias then turned around to the wall behind him. “Oh you mean beer? Sure, we have different kinds. Vodkas, Ales, Rums, Gins, Meads. But of course, we do serve non-alcoholic drinks.” He replied.
"Oh... So by 'serve' you meant 'sell'. I've never heard it called that before. Cities sure are interesting..."
The Zoroark listened to Tobias list the beverages and shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, I don't know what it was called. Just that is was very strong and the colour of honey. I'm running low on supplies now that I'm no longer with my tribe, so any small amount of useful things would be a blessing."
Akuji: You're the one who told Nero about me, aren't you? He can't find out any more. It's bad enough that he knows what he does now, so keep your nose out of our business or I'll chew it off.
"Oh? It would seem that you, my one-eyed friend, have a secret." Kano snickered and brought his paws together in front of his snout."How peculiar, that such an extreme punishment is necessary for simply giving your companion well needed information about you."Kano raised his paws skyward and shrugged, closing his eyes and holding the position."But I rather like my nose, so I think I’ll pass on spilling this secret of yours, whatever it is."
The Mightyena snarled, slamming his paw on the ground, “It’s not about that one thing! He doesn’t need to know anything about me! It’s better this way.”
Seemingly calmed down, he sat down, swishing his tail behind him, staring into the Zoroark’s closed eyes. “I came here to tell you to butt out, not to tell you my secrets.”
"Oh, boo. You’re no fun at all," Kano teased. "And I thought you’d be such fun, you and Nero, even with my illusions being lost on Nero and, well, half-lost on you." Kano giggled and sat. "Ah, well, I have to ask, aside from not losing my nose, what do I get for not spilling any more berries from the basket? Simply because if I decided to do just that, just in spite of you, I doubt you’d be able to follow up on that oh-so daring threat of yours. Looking for me would be more complicated than the simple hide-and-seek scenario you have in mind."
"I wouldn't need to find you, if you were talking to Nero. It's not as if you could write him a message, is it?" The Mightyena smirked.
"Aside from that, there's nothing else you know that could compromise me. I would gain nothing from your bargain, so I see no reason to offer you anything for your silence."
Nero: *Scenting the air, Nero's ears shot back and his nose wrinkled in disgust.* There are lots of unpleasant smells here... Very strong. I can smell something akin to a kind of disinfectant we used to use on injuries... I would assume this was some kind of hospital if it weren't for the awful smell...
Tobias looked up as a large Zoroark made his way inside the Critical Hit. He noticed that the Zoroark was smelling the scent of alcohol.
"Hospital?" He asked. "No, this is a bar. Welcome to the Critical Hit sir. What may I serve for you?"
Nero’s ears turned in the direction of the voice, and he spread his hands out until one of them hit the bar, moving closer to lean against it.
"A bar…? And why would you serve me? I’m hardly master material." His nose twitched as he scented a particularly strong alcohol that he remembered members of his tribe used to steal.
"Though… Do you have any honey-coloured liquids? There was a specific fluid that the older Zoroark used to steal from humans that made them act weird, but it was good for putting on wounds as long as it wasn’t ingested."
Akuji: You're the one who told Nero about me, aren't you? He can't find out any more. It's bad enough that he knows what he does now, so keep your nose out of our business or I'll chew it off.
"Oh? It would seem that you, my one-eyed friend, have a secret." Kano snickered and brought his paws together in front of his snout."How peculiar, that such an extreme punishment is necessary for simply giving your companion well needed information about you."Kano raised his paws skyward and shrugged, closing his eyes and holding the position."But I rather like my nose, so I think I’ll pass on spilling this secret of yours, whatever it is."
The Mightyena snarled, slamming his paw on the ground, "It's not about that one thing! He doesn't need to know anything about me! It's better this way."
Seemingly calmed down, he sat down, swishing his tail behind him, staring into the Zoroark's closed eyes. "I came here to tell you to butt out, not to tell you my secrets."
Nero: *The blind Zoroark walked cautiously forward, tapping an odd-looking staff in front of him as he went* This place smells like death... What do you do here?
Nero: *Turns around to see the Zoroark, and floats over to him*
Oh, I’m the coroner. I examine dead bodies and give the detectives upstairs my reports on them. And yeah, sorry for the smell. I hate air freshener, plus it feels disrespectful in a place like this. It just feels weird having a place filled with corpse’s smelling like a rose garden.
"O-oh… I see." The Zoroark was taken back by the response. It certainly wasn’t one he expected. "But why examine them? Isn’t it more respectful to let them lie in peace?"
Tipping his ears back, he realised he had forgotten his manners. “I-I’m Nero, by the way. And the smell… It’s not really that bad, I was just surprised. I can’t see, so I have to rely on my other senses. I didn’t mean any offence.”
Nero: Funny, my name is Nero as well.
But as for the letting them lie in peace, they get to do that after I’m finished examining them. We need their bodies to tell us who did these things to them, that way they can truly rest in peace.
As for the smell, I myself am used to it. I never notice it anymore really, it’s just there is all. Although you’re blind huh? Interesting, where I’m from, the blind had no chance of survival. Then again neither did I, and that explains my untimely death. *Gives a small chuckle afterwards, amused he let that out to a stranger*
Nero's ears perked up at that and he smiled broadly. "That is funny! It means 'powerful' so it's also kind of ironic for blind, powerless me..."
He nodded, letting out a soft sigh. It was against his tribal law to disturb the dead, but he had to accept that not everyone lived by that law. "As long as they get rest afterwards. The dead should be allowed to return to the Earth, so they can have happiness in the next life."
"The blind don't have much chance off survival where I'm from, either. I used to belong to a large tribe of Zorua and Zoroark, but once I lost my sight, I was left behind. But, I'm lucky, because I met a dear friend who has been helping me!"
The Zoroark cocked his head at the last remark, his ears twitching. "You're death? Does that mean you're a Spirit? Or did you become a Ghost, like I've heard sometimes Spirits do? I-I'm sorry if you think I'm prying..."
Nero: *The blind Zoroark walked cautiously forward, tapping an odd-looking staff in front of him as he went* This place smells like death... What do you do here?
Nero: *Turns around to see the Zoroark, and floats over to him*
Oh, I’m the coroner. I examine dead bodies and give the detectives upstairs my reports on them. And yeah, sorry for the smell. I hate air freshener, plus it feels disrespectful in a place like this. It just feels weird having a place filled with corpse’s smelling like a rose garden.
"O-oh... I see." The Zoroark was taken back by the response. It certainly wasn't one he expected. "But why examine them? Isn't it more respectful to let them lie in peace?"
Tipping his ears back, he realised he had forgotten his manners. "I-I'm Nero, by the way. And the smell... It's not really that bad, I was just surprised. I can't see, so I have to rely on my other senses. I didn't mean any offence."
Asks
(Before I forget again, who would like an ask from Akuji or Nero?
I need to send some out, so like this post or reply if you want me to direct questtions to a specific character, or if you want an ask from a specific character!)
Emergency Commissions
I had planned to open commissions at a much later date, but I have fallen on hard times with the DWP demanding over £300 within one month.
So, I’ve opened up emergency comms to help keep myself afloat while this gets sorted. Even just signal boosting this would be awesome, and I’d really appreciate it.
My paypal is [email protected]
I’ve included examples, prices and the USD conversion (according to Google) under the cut.
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(References for Nero and Akuji are up.)
Allie: how do you see? do you use your ears to act as your eyes?
... No. I can use my other senses (mostly touch) to get an idea of what's around me, and I can see some things... Mostly just shapes if there's enough light.
My ears don't function like my eyes, though. So, I either make do with what little I can see or I see nothing.
"A-and now that I'm not with them anymore, I have Akuji to help me. He's never really fought anyone, to my knowledge, but I guess he's intimidating enough that they don't try anything."