REDENZIONE

there's blood on my hands and i can't get it off no matter how much i try to wash indie silver / pkmn

[psyoze-blog]

these usually get around faster, so i’m going to give this thing a shot. hello, hello there! would anyone be interested in interacting with a new caitlin? i don’t know who to follow, so can you give this a like/reblog and i’ll check you out for a smooth and easy following? thanks!

[plumary-blog]

                            🎵  come on fly with me, we’ll float down in the blue 🎶

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kunori:

        then why’s it so hard to believe someone would like you if y’know i did?

i still can’t understand why you did or would.

[crimtale-blog]

kunori:

     didn’t we almost date when we were teenagers, then y'just got super busy, so we didn’t?

i mean, i guess? what about it?

[crimtale-blog]

[ in retrospect, he should’ve known that this was a bad idea. he’s in unova of all places where the language is predominantly english -- a mistake in itself considering he hardly knows a lick to get him by conversation wise. reading was fine so long as it kept to the basics, but it was still poor just along with his writing. just when was he get himself in gear to actually learn? he can’t be a researcher who travels region to region, only to be stopped by language barriers.

so here he is in a library ( nacrene city if he remembers correctly? ), eyes on the spines of some of the books. a sigh leaves him, soft and subtle as he gently pulls the book back by a gloved finger to free it from the others lined up in the shelf, eyebrows knitting as he pops the book open. of course he’s able to only pick up only a few words -- not enough to get a grasp on the overall idea due to the complex sentence structure.

fuck. were there any other simpler books to navigate through? 

his silver eyes are downcast in a sense of loss before he lifts them to flicker upon the few souls that were in there, only to land upon someone that seems to know her way around here. would he even be able to communicate with her? 

guess there’s only one way to find out. he shuts the book closed before he walks over to her in few steps, body language completely awkward as he opens his mouth -- ]

help. i need... help. [ the words tumble heavy with an accent, hoping she was able to be able to understand that bit. ]

@resonatsu !

[mamaixs]

i hate you more than i hate myself

[drfear-blog]

"Layers" Character Meme

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LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE - Name: gabriele sacco-galante silver - Eye Color: silver true to his name - Hair Style/Color: deep red; goes to his shoulders in a somewhat choppy cut with bangs cutting over his left eye - Height: 5′6″ - Clothing style: baggy shirt and jeans since he likes to be comfortable; never goes without a pair of gloves - Best physical feature: his hair color and his eyes LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE - Your fears: abandonment, weakness, reverting back to how he used to be, turning into his father - Your guilty pleasure: carrot cake - Your biggest pet peeve: people who let others walk all over them - Your ambitions for the future: become a pokemon trainer again, become a better person LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS - Your first thoughts waking up: where am i? - What you think about most: if i’ll be able to afford food - What you think about before bed: another day spent - You think your best quality is: i don’t go down without a fight LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER? - Single or group dates: neither - To be loved or respected: to be respected - Beauty or brains: strength - Dogs or cats: cats LAYER FIVE: DO YOU? - Lie: no - Believe in yourself: no - Believe in love: ...yes - Want someone: yes LAYER SIX: EVER? - Been on stage: no - Done drugs: never - Changed who you were to fit in: not to fit in LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES - Favorite color: black - Favorite animal pokémon: houndoom - Favorite movie: n/a - Favorite game: n/a  LAYER EIGHT: AGE - Day your next birthday will be: july 25th - How old will you be: 23 - Age you lost your virginity: why does that matter? - Does age matter: absolutely LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL - Best personality: strength - Best eye color: doesn’t matter - Best hair color: doesn’t matter - Best thing to do with a partner: n/a LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE - I love: my pokemon - I feel: indifferent - I hide: everything - I miss: pokemon training - I wish: this questionnaire will end

[rpmememaker]

Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's...

❣ - hands

❤ - voice

۵ - feet

❦ - lips

ø - eyes

ღ - nose

♮ - body type

♫ - singing voice

✮ - sleeping habits

✉ - texting habits

✿ - laugh

✍ - writing style

⌨ - time-wasting habits

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

✎ - taste in music/literature

☤ - self care/first aid habits

✪ - favourite food/eating habits

☁ - ideal holiday

✄ - nervous habits

☂ - sadness

❈ - ideal birthday

[crimtale-blog]

starter call?

[mamaixs]

i miss nothing about you

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kunori:

     i——— don’t think you’ll ever get it if you haven’t in, like, five years, so it’s fine.

what does that even mean? if it’s something i haven’t been able to get, how else do you think i’m supposed to get it? just tell me.

[crimtale-blog]

kunori:

     but why? i’m offering!

why would you though? it doesn’t make any sense!

[crimtale-blog]

[ oh, would you look at that? unruly black hair ( as dark as the night ) with a pair of hazel eyes: yep, of course it had to be this guy. over the many years he’s known him ( more unfortunate than not silver would like to claim ), not much has changed besides the tattoos that only seem to grow in number. 

he knows he should walk away; conversation with this guy always went the same each and every time and yet here he is trying to figure out what he wanted to say. did he stay here because of a strange sense of curiosity? a fleeting sense of interest? whatever it was, silver wasn’t going to think about it now. ]

it’s been a while, old man. you still doing stupid shit? doesn’t look like you grew up any since the last time. 

@terrortwerp !

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kunori:

[  sometimes it felt as though if she took her eyes off him, he’d slip away for another short eternity—not that it was too unnerving a task, though.  with the way the sunlight curled with the expressions and shadows on his face, even a jaded and solemn smile as he could muster it just looked a certain kind of beautiful.  even to the point of not noticing the stir of the whisk falling limp—then much faster to compensate (though that only brings more problems, like an unnoticed amount spilling onto the table, into her hair, no focus to notice it).

    it did make her happy, even if just for a moment of selfish intent; but it did seem plain she was the only one in that stance right away. ]

         english is a hard language to learn, don’t beat yourself up about it. [ and she turns her attention back to the heating stove, pouring the (mostly) stirred eggs into the pan impatiently awaiting them. ]  m’sure it meant a lot to him that you were even willing to stretch to such a length just—just for learnin’ purposes, y’know?  it shows good character.

         and hey! you’re not an unattractive guy or anything, even if you are skinny as a rake.  [ flips her hair over her shoulder and waves a spatula in his direction. ]  i feel like, sometimes, you’re still under the impression you come off as th’same jackass teenager you were when we first met.  but you’ve actually got a nicer, more mature vibe now.  and stronger.  so none of those self-deprecating jokes at my table, alright?

         also—go put some bread in the toaster while i do the eggs, ‘kay?

[ he does notice how she spills the upon the table and even clings to her wavy hair, but before he can say anything leaf’s already spun in the flurry of her own words. she’s raining down lines of comfort and compliments in a way he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to, leaving him at a loss of how he’s supposed to respond. 

honestly, what was he supposed to say when she gives words of encouragement that he knows are genuine? or how she sprinkles in little compliments here and there that are supposed to soothe his self-esteem that only tanks? the only train of that that glides along is ‘you don’t deserve this’, ‘you don’t deserve this’, knotting up and making a mess inside his mind especially with how his heart reacts to it.

stupid. it all is.

he does go over to the bread though to take two slices, dropping them with ease into the toaster. carefully he presses down the lever so the bread can further sink to start toasting, only to lean back against the counter once that was out of the way with his arms crossed over his chest. ] 

 it’s not self-deprecation jokes if it’s true. you don’t have say nice things to just be nice to me, you know. [ he turns his head to the side to hide the little bit of pink that clings to his cheeks, eyes on the floor as he says- ] also, you got egg in your hair.

[crimtale-blog]

kunori:

     about a kiss or about your dick?

both?!

[crimtale-blog]

                                                      i lie to the truth ‘cause you lie to it too.

[crimtale-blog]

starter call?