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(I need a Hisui verse for Grimsley. Hmmm.... It’s going to be weird for him not to have Rose.)

#Grim Speaks: Mun Stuff #(Also yes hi hello I am back.)

"I like winning more than anything else..."

#(I thought I had a special tag for Nobori on my previous blog)#(i did not--)#(so uh)#Lover of Darkness (Nobori)#(cuz they married yo)

bruderinschwarz

“Even if zhe memories zhemselves haff faded… it appears much still lives on in mein heart.”

Not spoiler free!

#promos #(LOOK LOOK THEY BACK)#(Also Grimsley has been yelling about this for WEEKS)

teamyellboss‌:

He passes the sheet of paper to someone else who takes it and leaves the room. More notes are taken, too.

Now he turns and whispers something to another. They bring out their Rotom Phones and point at things. Scroll through things. Then they both collectively sigh and shake their head.

“Of course it was them. They’re slippery.” He gets up and opens the door. “Thank you. You may go now.” Short lived questioning? Yup!

As he watched them, he had this feeling slowly creeping up on him. A bad feeling. One that took it’s peak when this little interview ended abruptly. What did they see? What did they find? Shit. Shit, shit, shit! They were going try to pin this on him, weren’t they? Damned cops. He stood when he was dismissed but didn’t move to leave. “Where was Piers taken? He saved me today. I’d like to see him.” Letting his suspicions out would horrible so he managed to keep a hold on his quiet, distressed tone.

#teamyellboss #V: Not An Elite Anymore

teamyellboss‌:

Ah – There he is. There’s a nod from an officer who is in the room. He slides over a piece of paper – It’s simple to fill out. Name, age, gender, Region of Birth, etc. etc. etc. Basic information. “That is to be filled out.” The officer stated firmly.

A note pad and a pen was in hand, the officer scribbling down some notes for himself then proceeded to question Grimsley – “Did you happen to catch sight of who Dyanamaxed that Haxorus and which way they may have gone? Or was it you that did it?”

Great. Yet another region to take his information. He started filling it out slowly as the officer started asking him questions. Grimsley Heidrich was written in his hand writing first. It felt a little odd to be doing this outside of Unova. All the same he filled it out and passed it back when done.

His eyes shifted up to the pad then up to the officer’s face. Already taking notes? Judging me, hm? As expected. “The Haxorus was Dynamaxed when I arrived with Piers. And I don’t have a Dynamax band. You can check the bag if you want but it’s the truth. Besides, I specialize in Dark Types.” He said flatly. “As for who did the Dynamaxing it was those idiots, Swordward and Shieldbert.” Not that they would believe it but it was worth a try.

#teamyellboss #V: Not An Elite Anymore

teamyellboss‌:

“First, we will allow you to wash-up and get some clean clothes on.”

The paramedic informed Grimsley as he led the former Elite out of the stadium. Another person captured the fainted Haxorus so that they could tend to it and further tame it (hopefully). Poor thing, though…! Forced Dynamax must have been painful.

“Here we are, here is where you will wash up. There is a bathrobe you may change into once you’re all clean. Then you can put your clothes in that bag there and go down the hall for questioning, alright?”

“Thank you...” He followed the other man silently. He stayed silent the entire time they walked and throughout the paramedic talking. Grimlsey was barely there. He gave one nod as a confirmation then walked away to clean up. When it came to washing his hands Grimsley scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed at his skin, turning it red from irritation and way too hot water. He changed out of his kimono and into the robe that was provided, stuffing the blood and grass stained thing into the bag. Might have to get a new one... Good thing he still had his suit.

Grimsley returned to the hallway and went to the place previously mentioned. “I’m here...” He said to get the attention of the paramedic that had let him out. “What do you want to know?”

#teamyellboss #V: Not An Elite Anymore

teamyellboss‌:

There’s a very quiet, very weak ‘I know they do… ‘m not ready t’go…’ From the fallen rock star. He was trying to hold on, but with his already pre-existing issue of anemia… Losing blood wasn’t all that good on him!

“ ‘M… Heh- Sorry………” He falls silent now…

And that help? It arrives ! Paramedics, a nurse Joy –

They’d quickly and as carefully as possible take Piers off as soon as possible while one paramedic stayed behind to talk to Grimsley.

“Sir, come with us. We can get you cleaned up as well. And we have a few questions, of course.”

The former Elite’s voice caught in his throat as Piers tried to speak. Don’t go...! Don’t leave...! It took everything he had to hold back tears threatening to spill over. What would he tell Marnie? To all of Spikemuth? He was such an idiot. He barely heard the paramedics come over until Piers was pulled from his grip. He had to make himself release the singer’s jacket so they could. Grimsley got up and looked down. So much blood. On his clothes, his hands.

His hands. He had blood on his hands again.

The voice of the lone paramedic cut through his mind. He didn’t look over. “A-Alright... Gareth, come...” He lifted the luxury ball that belonged to the Tyranitar and return him to it. “Lead the way... I’ll tell you whatever you need.”

#V: Not An Elite Anymore #teamyellboss #(jfc piers no dont go)

teamyellboss‌:

“Heh. I make th’jokes ‘bout this shite all th’time.”

Ah. He wheezes out a painful laugh, letting himself lean against Grimsley.

Zig-Zig is running off in no time to go get help.

Piers rests his head on the others shoulder, eyes already falling shut. If he doesn’t die, his back will CERTAINLY have long-lasting perma-damage. But if he DOES die, oh boy.

Marnie. Team Yell. Spikemuth. He’ll be… Letting a lot of people down, yeah?

Weakly, he brings his hands up to cling to Grimsley. “Glad yer alright, yeah? Stay… Lively, yeah.”

There goes his grip, hands falling as he just… Goes limp!

No. No, no, no, no! This was hitting him a lot harder than he thought it might. He was losing someone, again. His grip on the singer’s jacket tightened. “Don’t.... Don’t talk like, Piers. Please. You can pull through this.” Where was that help? This was taking far to long. He felt the blood seeping into his white kimono now. Panic was closing in on his nerves.

Feeling the other lose his grip made Grimsley’s eyes widen in shock again. “Piers! Piers, no! Don’t you leave! Marnie needs you! Your city needs you! Hold on, please...!” His voice was desperate and shaky. It was selfish of him to want to list himself but this man had done much for him. Damn it! How could he be so careless? Grimsley knew better than to take his eyes off a fight! This was his fault and he knew it.

#V: Not An Elite Anymore #teamyellboss #(i was wondering when the angst would hit this blog)#(I always end up with some XD)

teamyellboss‌:

Once that dynamax was down, Zig-Zig came running over to his trainer! It didn’t take long for the Obstagoon to sniff at the air and pick up on that metallic smell lingering in the air. Soon enough a pretty crimson red was staining the white of Piers’ hair.

“Oi, thas’ good.” A low, strained chuckle. “Y’know, those fuckers hit hard, yeah?” Piers stop being so damn casual about this?

“Fuckin’ hurts, mate. No’sure how much I can really… Move… Right now wi’out loosin’ too much blood, haha~”

That smell. He knew it all too well. The discoloration caught Grimsley’s eye and he shifted his gaze up slightly. Blood. His eyes widened at the realization. That damn dragon caught Piers with it’s claws! He sat up all the way and pulled the other man to him so he didn’t have to strain to hold himself up.

“Hold on!” He looked to the others with them. “Go get help! Now!” There was no time to waste on this. His blue gaze went back to Piers. “Just hold on, okay? We’ll get you help.” Someone in the city had to be able to help them. They just had to.

#V: Not An Elite Anymore #teamyellboss #(shit just got REAL lol)

gamblinginthedark

“Is it vodka?”

“It is.” He confirmed and set the bottle on the table. “But I have wine too if you’d rather that. Personally, I prefer wine but vodka is good too,~”

gamblinginthedark

pkmnsdarkqueen‌:

“Hm, call me a heathen but I’m down to experiment with them both at once.”

Karen suggested shaking the vodka bottle by the neck temptingly.

Grimsley chuckled and shook his head a bit. “If you insist. I’ll go grab a bottle of that too.” Oh this was going to be an interesting night it seemed. The Elite got up and disappeared into another room only to come back with a wine bottle and two glasses. “I’ll not be mixing them in the same glass though.”

#pkmnsdarkqueen #(yeah~ it's a good chance with everyone in high spirits)

teamyellboss‌:

@gamblinginthedark ; xXx

Don’t worry about him Grimsley – At least, not yet! Ignore the fact that he’s barely keeping himself from falling right atop you. But damn does he look so damn PISSED!

But his tone – His tone is calm and collected.

“Zig-Zig, now!”

And there goes Obstagoon, darting forward to go take care of the Dynamaxed Haxorous!

“Are YOU okay?!” He deflects the question, finally, far more concerned for the other than he is for himself!

Grimsley wasn’t quite sure if he’d seen Piers like this before. He looked to the Obstagoon as it took down that wretched dragon and the Dyamax power exploding out of it, returning it to its normal size. He shifted to lean up on his elbows as Piers was still over him. Hearing the other’s voice the smaller man looked up at him again. “I’m alright, thanks to you.” Gareth, his Tyrantitar, came shuffling over with a concerned look on his face.

#V: Not AN Elite Anymore #teamyellboss #(i can't even have him notice cuz there's no clues to it XD)

“Is it vodka?”

“It is.” He confirmed and set the bottle on the table. “But I have wine too if you’d rather that. Personally, I prefer wine but vodka is good too,~”

#(*sheepish wave* hello there)#(that's a wine bottle in the icon but *shrug*)#pkmnsdarkqueen

“NO”

This was insane. This entire mess was almost as bad as Team Plasma. Maybe just as bad actually. Those twins had caused so much terror and damage. These idiots were risking both the Pokemon and people’s lives by forcing them to Dynamax like this. At least the gym leaders were on top of keeping the huge Pokemon contained in the stadiums. This particular Pokemon was a violent one outside of the problem of Dynamax. The Haxorus swiped at the former Elite while Grimsley’s gaze was elsewhere. “NO!”

The shout and subsequent tackling startled him. He cringed from the harshness of his frame meeting the ground that was by no means soft. Grimsley looked up to see that it had been Piers saving him from the feral Haxorus. “Ah, Piers! Are you alright?” He was worried that the other man had been clipped by those giant claws. Damned dragon, catching him off guard like this.

#post-game SwSh Spoilers #V: Not AN Elite Anymore #teamyellboss #(look! yet another reason for him to dislike dynamaxing!)

zmassani

PUSHING DAISIES RP PROMPTS

“Are you stuck?”

“That wasn’t the truth bus, that was the bitchy cross town express.”

“I’m Superman.”

“I’ve lost my train of thought.”

“Dead people don’t talk. Usually.”

“Don’t make me cut a bitch.”

“Go clean yourself up, you look like crap.”

“I brought you a pie.”

“I don’t do loose.”

“Why love something?”

“I’m gonna get fat, aren’t I?”

“I have to hate you a little while, just a little while.”

“That would’ve been weird, if not actively traumatic.”

“I’ve got a finger faster than a speeding bullet.”

“Where did I put that rat’s ass I could give?”

“Just wanted to try it on before I gave it back.”

“I really wanna kiss you now.”

“You could do with loosening up a bit.”

“I feel excitement is so much better than a lot of things.”

“Well, that’s just downright craptastic.”

“You hide booze in your Bible?”

“Jackass is as good a word as any.”

“You can’t just leave.”

“I used to think masturbation meant chewing your food.”

“If I could breathe, I would vomit.”

“Would you like a piece of pie?”

“I think it’s brave to try to be happy.”

“Oh, hell no!”

“Ooh I just got all tingly, and not just in the nether regions.”

“If you were Clark Kent, what would you do right now?”

“How can you start again with someone who only knows who you were before?”

“I just want you to be happy.”

“But do you hate me?”

“Is it vodka?”

“Please take that away.”

“I’m not gonna pretend to be something I’m not. (It’s stressful.)”

“I was being selfish.”

“What do you need to be happy?”

“I’m not a fan of the hug.”

“I think you should probably just go.”

#Time To Gamble: Memes

rp-memes-atyourservice

First Interactions Meme

SYMBOL STARTERS

Send ✗ for my muse to come to yours out of concern for a mutual friend Send ♧ for my muse to meet yours at a mutual friend’s birthday party Send ☺ for our muses to strike up a conversation on an airplane or boat Send ☂ for my muse to find yours injured and offer their assistance Send ☼ for our muses to meet when their pets take a liking to one another Send © for our muses to meet at work as colleagues for the first time Send ♔ for my muse to meet their new boss - who happens to be your muse! Send ♫ for my muse to meet yours in a bar Send ♤ for our muses to be assigned as partners for a mission Send ღ for my muse to offer yours a compliment as they pass eachother.

(Add ‘reverse’ for our muses’ positions to be switched, where applicable)

SENTENCE STARTERS

“Hey! Hey you, I need your help!” “Have you seen my dog/cat/pet? Would it help if I showed you a picture?” “Oh, you know (other muse) too?” “It’s good to meet you. (Muse) never stops talking about you.” “Can I have your number?” “Uh, not to be rude, but we literally just met.” “Hey, is this person bothering you?” “Sorry to bother you, but are you okay?” “You look a little lost. Need help?” “Here, you can borrow my phone.”

#Time To Gamble: Memes