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[gaetana-agnesi]

ack.

college has been killing me.

sorry for not being active "orz.

[gaetana-agnesi]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

…Woods.

Sky…

My friends around me…

And there’s only one human and she is so very tall…

I call her “Mother.”

She laughs and puts a Menger Sponge in my hands.

I don’t remember her face.

I don’t remember ever seeing her again.

[gaetana-agnesi]

sudden realization that my asks have been off

fixed that.

[gaetana-agnesi]

tbh i'm considering adding muses to this account b/c i kinda want to play colress and a plasma OC as well.

might change my url and icon if i do so.

[unovachampion]

ポケモンまとめ

[gaetana-agnesi]

codex vitae

Vanilluxe is uneasy. The poison has penetrated deep into the poor ice cream cone's body, and the Pokemon moans in pain every so often. Though he knows it is a bad idea, N holds the Pokemon close. His shirt is already soaked with the condensation rolling off of the Vanilluxe's icy flesh, and his own skin is starting to turn pale where he's holding the Pokemon.

At his side, Zoroark growls in concern. N ignores him; Vanilluxe is sick. They should have been more careful. Scolipedes are dangerous, N knows, and they are not always friendly.

The ground is uneven beneath his feet. His trembling body doesn't help for balance. Several times he stumbles, but N does not falter. He has to make it to a Pokemon Center as soon as possible. Perhaps he should start considering more reliable methods of income...

[gaetana-agnesi]

concealedknight started following you

ayyyyy i’m not sure if i should greet u in a typical tomblr indie RP way or actually plot shit out but ayyyy welcome from n-mod.

[concealedknight]

((ayyyy umm idk i dont really plan too much xD up too you, i have a au but im down with crossing over to your world, i do it often enough.))

[gaetana-agnesi]

((i guess i'll just start a thing then and we'll go from there. i look forward to playin wif u~))

[gaetana-agnesi]

concealedknight started following you

ayyyyy i'm not sure if i should greet u in a typical tomblr indie RP way or actually plot shit out but ayyyy welcome from n-mod.

[charming--sweetheart-deactivate]

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[[Since you liked this post, it means that you’d like to RP with my Kotone right?  If so then would you like the RP to involve plot or should we simply wing it?  c: ]]

[gaetana-agnesi]

((ofc i do c:. maybe there's a snowstorm on a route and they have to work together to get out of a cave where they're snowed in?))

[pokemon-i-choose-you]

Source

[gaetana-agnesi]

Sometimes I look up at the sky and I'm terrified by how utterly huge it is.

The world felt so much safer when I thought I had dreamed up the world outside the castle walls.

[meliponine]

I wonder how Silver would react to being in Unova and seeing Team Plasma.

Or even better, how Team Plasma would react to him.

[gaetana-agnesi]

i wonder how everyone would react to team plasma ngl

[deadlysquishii]

ARTIST : 野江ユウヒ

[rebellious-ingenuity]

Reblog if I can jump into an RP with you via Ask

[gaetana-agnesi]

[starcapturer-archived]

While Crys was used to such a greeting, she could see that the small Pokemon this man had with him was growing restless, and his own body language showed clear uncertainty.

"I am a trainer, yes," she answered with a soft smile. Might as well try and make a good first impression. "My name is Crystal. I’m a pokedex holder from Johto."

He seemed unusual… almost like a child, or even a pokemon, with how he reacted to meeting Crys. She was confused, not to mention intrigued. “Who are you?”

[gaetana-agnesi]

His mouth is dry, but his palms are sweating. The warmth of Zorua's fur isn't normally this hard on his skin, so logic dictates that it's not Zorua causing the perspiration. He is acutely aware of the increase of his pulse and of his quickened breath rate; he forces himself to breathe slowly through his mouth, unaware that it might make him seem even more awkward.

"Crystal. Named for the inorganic solid. I will remember it." He realizes that asking her about earth science might not be the best way to go; he's had enough human interaction to realize this, and he forces himself to keep his own name explanation brief. "N. Like the variables. My name is N. And I am... Very new to Johto." He doesn't know anyone in this region. He's only learned it from notebooks. Why is the world so vast and scary?

(And yet when he is alone in the wild, it is beautiful and wondrous...)

"I don't know how long I'm going to stay."

[gaetana-agnesi]

Despite his journeys, N has always felt unusual when he sees new human beings. He doesn't know how to speak to them, despite his best attempts. His eyes remain trained on the ground or the distance, never quite on anyone's faces.

He opens his mouth and the words race out faster than he can catch them. "I see you have Pokeballs on your belt. You're trainers, aren't you?"

He's not sure whether to be wary or disdainful or friendly. He shifts awkwardly from foot to foot. The Zorua in his arms fluffs up, yipping arrogantly. N's fingers tighten in its fur; he hopes the young Pokemon won't do anything rash.

[hoperidesal0ne]

Geeze, and she thought she wasn’t good at social interaction. Resting a gloved hand on her hip, Proto eyed the green haired boy before her, wondering if she’d done something to cause him such a discomfort. Nonetheless, she decided to relax quicker than she normally does around humans. He seemed to not be of any threat, at all. "You’re not causing me any problems, though I promise I’m not going to blast your head off. You got a name?”

[gaetana-agnesi]

He's never been good with human interaction. Really, he's just here because his Archeops told him that there's an injured Pokemon in the area and it's frightened of Swoop's powerful wings and sharp talons. N's lips part and he inhales, tongue darting across chapped lips.

He digs the tip of his tongue into a deep crack in the top of his lip, moistening the wound. His mouth tastes like iron and flesh. Finally he finds words-- it was so much easier with Plasma behind him, before his throne was yanked from underneath him and--

"...My name is N." He blinks. "Blast my head off? What do you mean by that?"