Dashing

Welcome, I guess. My name is Marley. I'm an escaped princess from a doomed alien society. Find the missing parts to my spaceship and I'll grant you my boon, maybe. [Independent Pokemon RP blog, written by Bones]

[blackhydrangel]

spectral-speaker-violet:

Haunter looked at the woman and made another face. “Haunt haunt ha ha ha haunt.” He floated around her examining her. He had no ideas what secrets she was talking about nor did he really care. She was an odd feeling thing. He wasnt sure what it was about her but she disnt quite feel right.

Violet noted the motion and she bolted from the trees to shield jasper from the attack. It wasnt like it would have actually harmed him but she wasnt thinking rationally about that at this point. She only wanted to keep her brother safe. The slash hits her instead and shes tossed a few feet away.

She wince and wrapped her arms around the haunter. “Touch him and ill fight you myself! No one touches my bro! We arent here to steal anything, we heard you singing and didnt want to disturb you but wanted to hear you sing some more so we stayed back to give you peace.

Everything happened so quickly. There was no way for her to try and comprehend it until after it was already over. She whirled on her heel and there was a human girl, battered as she tumbled across the ground. Slashes across her back from where Crocus’ warning strikes had connected. The game had gotten out of hand, this Pokemon that was so truly dedicated to protecting her had overstepped himself and actually hurt someone - because her games had tricked him into taking his role seriously.

She faltered and wobbled, going cold as blood drained from her face and her stoic facade nearly broke. Go away. Please. This problem needs to go away. Right now. It never happened! She begged inwardly. Maybe today would be the day she’d gain the power to rewrite reality. ...It didn’t seem like it, while this stranger rushed to try and protect her Pokemon even while already hurt. “Don’t move!” She shouted suddenly, abrasively, her tone surprising even herself. Fingers rummaging through her satchel, Marley retrieved a roll of bandages and some disinfectant. “Get out of your shirt. I’ll treat your wound.” An icy stare hit her ‘bodyguard’ and Crocus dropped his head in shame, posture falling so he was kneeling on the ground, making himself look as unimposing as possible.

[blackhydrangel]

“In the true spirit of the holiday, I’ve hidden eggs inside the anal cavity of one lucky stranger. Whoever finds the eggs will have a very fertile year. Start searching before the smell makes it obvious.”

[pxgtails]

rl fc???

[blackhydrangel]

That’s too lewd for the dash. You have to cover your breasts, Kris.

[popbonobuzzbaby]

Raindrops in the freesias. #freesia

[blackhydrangel]

My delicately scented thunder has been stolen.

[blackhydrangel]

hc + moon

“There are many, many flowers that only bloom at night...” Marley began, taking a pocket guide from her modest satchel and opening it up. “My favorites are the lilies. Nymphaea red flares and Casablanca lilies. They’re so gorgeous...”

“Though these particular flowers don’t have a meaning ascribed to them in flower language. Lilies generally share...similar terms. But...” Flowers weren’t what she’d been asked about. Stupid of her. Her eyes narrowed while she mentally chastised herself for going so far off-topic. “Maybe they’re calling out to their home. Moon flowers. Like me. You can...go away now...”

[derangcdarchive-blog]

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

[narcdepsy-blog]

what’s this? my first marley duplicate? me happy

[blackhydrangel]

And so it begins. Assimilation will not take long.

[blackhydrangel]

Arcanine fur can be a real trick to manage. Overexposure to heat, even on a Fire-type, can eventually damage the fur, and it may need help revitalizing itself. Not to mention the mud and dust and debris that can get lodged in such a thick and fluffy coat. An ideal shampoo is made from gentle ingredients like oat meal and aloe vera; something safe for your Pokemon to lick off of itself.

And something that won’t damage your clothes when your Arcanine decides to finish off bath time by shaking water soaked in an entire bottle of shampoo all over the place. Marley had started taking an umbrella to bath time, and had gotten her Starmie, Anemone’s, help spraying her Arcanine, Freesia, all over.

His fur was glossy and back to full health, but she hadn’t opened her umbrella in time and her stockings might not recover. That was the price you paid for beauty in this world.

[psychomxncy-deactivated20191002]

Jumps up and down waving her arms

HELLO OUT THERE!!!! COME OUT TO PLAYYYYYY!!!!

[psychomxncy-deactivated20191002]

rico aka @komala-scientist https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YeEbtiruH2Q

im cracking up! -rattles lanterns- ROLEPLAYERS COME OUT TO PLAY_AAAY

[blackhydrangel]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2f9bz5_2dM

[blackhydrangel]

spectral-speaker-violet:

Violet listened with great interest, never havig heard anything so pretty before. She crouched silently and Sat behind the tree sketching a few sparrow that perched a tree away.

When she heard a pokemon being released from its ball she took a peek. A greninja, but it was black! Shed never seen that before, she was about to sneak a picture when it vanished and the woman abrubtly stopped her song.

She called out to the surrounding arera. Did she know she was here? No way, she couldnt have. Violet was usually necer caught, though the greninja might have spotted her. But regardless of the fact she stayed silent. She certinly wasnt trying to steal any secrets, but knowing her song would do somethig so amazing did interest her. Not that shed ever use it, but it was neat.

To keep suspicion away from violet jasper melted up from a shadow bear the girl. “Haunt haunt?” He played dumb and did a few spins before making a face at her and blowing a rasberry.

Marley watched the Haunter with a fixed, placid look. Crocus could jump the gun and go on alert for wild Pokemon from time to time. He was very good at his bodyguard job. If it was just a wild Haunter, then no harm, no foul. She didn’t have to die today. “Ah. It’s only you, Admiral Cartwright. Of course I trust you with the royal family’s treasures. But you mustn’t sneak up on a lady.”

She turned and used her palms to smooth her skirts before folding her arms behind her back. Wild Ghost-types in the mountain range? Not impossible, though this trail didn’t seem so treacherous as to warrant hauntings. Her eyes narrowed and she mouthed the words I wonder to herself, eyes catching the horizon again.

Crocus had found his target. She’d tried very hard to stay still, but that didn’t help since he had terrible eyesight anyway. This human girl - not his concern. But her Pokemon might have been. Crocus was careless to snap a tree branch as he bounded outward, bringing a blade of compressed water to swing at the ghost a little too close to his trainer.

He didn’t expect the attack to hit. Ghost-types were notoriously difficult to nail. No, all he wanted was to send a message of distance needed before going into a battle stance.

[blackhydrangel]

Rocky hilltops stretched out until human eyes hit the horizon. It was amazing how a mountain could make you feel; alone, but together with the world. Humbled but still strong. There was a magic to the world, and it was that magic that kept life in her while she traveled. So to speak.

How good were the acoustics, she wondered? Courage gathered in her chest for a moment, even while her face remained solemn, before her eyes closed and song left her lips.

Ye fleeting charms of earth~ ♪ Farewell, your springs of joy are dry~ ♪

Her voice became a ghost on the wind, lovely and haunting with a (hopefully) unknowable source. The odds of running into someone on a nature trail were low, she comforted herself. The odds weren’t in her favor this time.

[psychomxncy-deactivated20191002]

Violet and her team of four had decided to go on a research mission in the mountains. It was pretty out, being in a quiet place where the spirits roamed free always made her feel better.

She knew that the main trails were full of people so ahe took the path less wanderes and followed bunnery trails around. A sound in the distance….a song. A nice obe at that. Spooky in the silence of the forest. She liked it. Violet was known to do things like this herself, thus gaining her the nickname the spectral speaker or ghost girl. People often mistoook her dor a ghost for how scarce she was seen and hiw quickly if spotted shed dart away and hide.

Using skills lon since mastered the girl snuck quietly as the ghosts she traveled with, through the brush to locate the source of the song and listen a while longer. Hopefully without being seen.

[blackhydrangel]

My-y soul now seeks a-nother home~ ♪ A brighter world on high~ ♪

Arms outstretched, Marley couldn’t help but hold a performative pose; a recital for no one but herself, letting the earth carry her song for her. 

I’m a long time traveling here below~ ♪ I’m a long time traveling away from home~ ♪

Actually, maybe it was silly to sing for no one. Someone should be appreciating this. Just not any human, or she might die on the spot. Her slender fingers dug through a purse on her side, even while she continued to sing, and a bolt of light saw a Pokemon appear - a Greninja. She felt like singing to her bodyguard today. It was the right thing for a princess to do.

The pure black ninja stood cautiously, a milky eye scanning briefly, before vanishing. Rude. Marley wasn’t worried about him not returning - moreover, she was worried that he’d detected some intruder, because then she’d have to make good on her unspoken promise of dying on the spot.

“You have some nerve!” She began her bluff right away, not even knowing if anyone could hear her now. If there was nobody there after all she’d look a fool to nobody. “Trying to steal my family’s secrets! One more stanza and the rift would have opened to my homeworld. Fortunately, the song goes from dirge to hype track right after, so you’ll never guess it correctly.”

[blackhydrangel]

[blackhydrangel]

Rocky hilltops stretched out until human eyes hit the horizon. It was amazing how a mountain could make you feel; alone, but together with the world. Humbled but still strong. There was a magic to the world, and it was that magic that kept life in her while she traveled. So to speak.

How good were the acoustics, she wondered? Courage gathered in her chest for a moment, even while her face remained solemn, before her eyes closed and song left her lips.

Ye fleeting charms of earth~ ♪ Farewell, your springs of joy are dry~ ♪

Her voice became a ghost on the wind, lovely and haunting with a (hopefully) unknowable source. The odds of running into someone on a nature trail were low, she comforted herself. The odds weren’t in her favor this time.

[psychomxncy-deactivated20191002]

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Special thanks to T for doing the fancy colours! @desertcolosseumking

Faceclaim is raven from the vampire kisses manga series that i tweaked to look like Violet!

[blackhydrangel]

My name is Marley. I’m actually the shadow of a statue come to life, and I’m searching for meaning in a painted world. Would you like to hug my Arcanine?

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[blackhydrangel]

doesn't your arcanine shed? how do you keep your clothes from getting fur all over them?

“Fire is weak to Water...” She offered mysteriously, before thinking better of leaving behind such a mysterious answer.

“I’ll pretend you asked for some advice. If you get your hands just a little damp, you can usually stroke fur right off any surface. Water makes it heavier, and it balls up...basically, the way a lot of fur-wearers clean themselves naturally. It also helps that I take a little while each day to brush Freesia’s coat anyway. It’s a beauty treatment for him, and a zen activity for me.”