Undeserving

I am but a ghost in a human shell. My name is Morty Matsuba and I can talk to the dead. ♚ [Indie Morty blog, please read Bio and guidelines before interacting.]

[ghostlyseer]

So since I'm not really getting interactions on here I've decided to just make this blog inactive. I never really had the muse for Morty anyway, not matter how much I wish I did.

[duubekaar-deactivated20150412]

he likes to hold his feet uwu

just felt like drawing a gengar today

[unscrupulousarmageddon-deactiva]

          So he could tell, huh? Just what she expected from him of all people, known for his knowledge of the supernatural. Exactly how she’s supposed to response is lost on her, it could either go alright — or horribly.            ”Then let’s say it’s a story told over drinks, or some shit like that.” A hand is waved idly, shrugging her shoulders. No need to get worked up over this, after all.            If anything did happen, Aden would help. That’s what he’s supposed to do, anyway. 

          ”.  .  . I ain’t plannin’ t’do anythin’ like that, there are some places where I’d rather m’guys not royally fuck up, I’ll have y’know. Ain’t got a reason to, anyway.” Not to mention this was Enz’s hometown — if he knew she or anyone did something to mess it up, he’d have their head.           And that’s a headache she isn’t willing to deal with.

[ghostlyseer]

—-【♟】 To be honest, her mere presence was giving him a headache. Normally the presence of the dead didn't bother him a single bit. But those he was around were dead and had no physical bodies, no energy that was normally attached to those who had physical body. But she did. And he was wary.

He hummed slightly, mostly to himself. He relaxed slightly, letting his posture fall and his hands to go into his pockets. Gengar materialized from his shadow and circled the two curiously. Since Morty was pretty much at ease, so was he.

"As long as you don't cause trouble, everything will be fine." He didn't want to make it seem like he didn't care about the other towns in the region, because of course he did. But Ecruteak was his city, and he cared about it most of all.

He nodded to Gengar who slipped away into the shadows as his trainer walked off. "Stay out of trouble, just because you're dead doesn't mean I will show you any mercy." Gengar would keep an eye on her, but he needed a drink to get rid of this headache.

[drummxngarchive-blog]

This is ᴍ ʏ  s ᴏ ɴ ɢ Let the notes sound out into the dead night          Sweet enough          to tempt the          ᴀ ɴ ɢ ᴇ ʟ s Loud enough to wake the ᴅ ᴇ ᴠ ɪ ʟ

[theghostgang-deactivated2018102]

[guardianoflumiose]

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#and so the Morty cult grows#stronger#smarter#CRUELER#ooc

[ghostlyvisions]

                                   ”Excuse me, but we are not a ‘cult’.                                Though the ‘Biker Gang’ name might sound intimidating,                                               we do a lot of nice things for the community.

                       We take in strays.

                                       We offer illegal tours of Ecruteak.

                      We even try to  knit on Sundays.

                                       And, we don’t really own motorcycles…

                                     We cruise around on Vespa scooters.”

[unscrupulousarmageddon-deactiva]

          Practically lifeless, once hazel eyes stare back, as if challenging him in her own silent way. Staying silent for a few moments, pondering on how to answer the man. Her story? Question should be, where to start. Though, now she was curious. He was one of the very few people to notice anything .  .  . different about her.   Most were too dumb to notice even the simplest and obvious details, or too frightened to ask. Fully turning to him, head tilted slightly as her unblinking gaze stayed focused on him.

          ”A story better left untold, scarfy.” Childish, yes, but that’s how she addresses people — may seem friendly to them, but it’s really more of an insult; Didn’t care enough to learn their names. Though, in this situation it didn’t matter, did it?            Another moment passes before she finally blinks, weight shifting from one foot to another.            ”What’s it to you?”

[ghostlyseer]

—-【♟】 Scarfy. That was something that he hadn't been called in years. Not since his time in the orphanage.

He walked down the stairs from the Burned Tower, stopping a few feet away from the shorter. Gastly floated faithfully by his side, and gengar's orange eyes appeared curiously from his shadow.

"The stories of the dead are never left untold, not truly." He said, head tilting to the side once again. "But you aren't exactly dead are you?"

"If you are here to cause trouble for the living or the dead of this town, I will have to take care of you." Righting his head, he narrowed his eyes slightly. "That is what it is to me."

[ghostlyseer]

I'm going out to Ikea and Costco if anyone wants a starter for when I get back let me know!

[unscrupulousarmageddon-deactiva]

         It’s a simple, unamused glance at the Pokemon before the womans gaze moved to the leader. Arms stayed where they were, doubting she’d need to get out her own for anything. While she knew Ghost-types could be mischievous, as she has one herself, it was always harmless fun. 

Near lifeless eyes moved back towards the circling Gastly, a small sneer working its way onto her face. While she liked Pokemon more than people, she enjoyed her space almost as much as she enjoyed her privacy. Being touched wasn’t allowed.

          ”Y'heard yer trainer, lil guy.” Weight shifted from one foot to the other — there wasn’t much she could, or would, say here. Just go back to staring at the Gym leader. Possible she’d be recognizable, knowing her record, but there was always a chance.           Either way, it didn’t matter too much, she thinks.

[ghostlyseer]

—-【♟】 The gastly floated back to his trainer sullenly. Morty sympathized for the creature, he really was a kindred soul. He wondered what type of pokemon he was before he died, certainly something with a lot of energy. The blond wondered if when the pokemon found its footing in battle, and when it evolved, if it would be stronger than the Gengar that was bound to him.

He doubted it, but it would be interesting to found out.

Lavender optics stared at the girl and her dingy aura. There was something off about her, something different, something wrong. But who was he to judge? He was always considered the same by others.

He tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing slightly in a rare display of interest.

"What is your story, girl?"

[ghostlyseer]

「Open」

—-【♟】 Morty shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think anyone can really do that." He said to Gengar as they walked out of the apartment and walked down the street. He had gotten yelled at by Lance again for opening the gym too late. He said that 1 AM was not an appropriate time to open a gym. Whatever.

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. "No, I think the world record for that is like 36 hotdogs or something like that." Another shrug, the ghost type would remind him to look it up later. 

A sigh left his lips as he approached his gym. There was already someone outside it. He prayed to Ho-oh that it wasn't the kid from this morning. He was just closing up the gym and this stupid brat had hit him over the top of the head, complaining that he was just getting his day started and wanted to challenge the gym.

It wasn't a requirement that gyms be open at normal times.

"Your're going to have to wait to get in, I need time to get the gym ready." He said, stepping in front of the door and unlocking it.

[airaly]

Wanted to draw Mismagius again after some time BD Hope you like!

Art (c) Me

[unscrupulousarmageddon-deactiva]

          Ecruteak City, a place she hasn’t been to in years. There was no reason for her to visit that place, no business was done there unlike the ever important Olivine. Still, she was here, standing in front of what’s known as the Burnt Tower. No reconstruction was done to it, from what she could tell by simply standing there.            What possessed her to come here after so long was lost to her, Enz didn’t live here as he did before. The only redeeming quality this place had was the gym and towers — even if the destroyed one wasn’t seen as so to others, it did to her. Oddly. .  .  . You could say the scenery was nice, though that’s something she wouldn’t easily admit.            After all, a mafia leader does have an image to uphold, even if that image is her standing there, staring blankly at a tower.

[ghostlyseer]

—-【♟】"There is no need to use language like that." Morty said quietly, flicking the side of his pokemon's head. It screeched loudly before chomping down on his hand. The ghost trainer flinched but did not cry out. It wasn't as it hurt, but it was more of shock.

"He really is just trying his best." He continued, looking over to the ball of gas that was floating ever so slightly in front of them, looking more sullen than normal. Sableye blew a raspberry at him, giving the blond to put him back into his pokeball.

He walked from the Burnt Tower, finished with training for the night, to look for his ghost pokemon. He looked around for a moment, about to call out for the pokemon, only to find him making circles around a young girl.

"Gastly, no licking." He warned both his pokemon and the trainer.

[ghostlyseer]

—-【♟】 "Where did you get that." Fuck.

[shockingleader-deactivated20141]

"Volkner. Sunyshore’s gym leader."

[ghostlyseer]

—-【♟】 "Never heard of him." What a liar.

[softandpainful-deactivated20220]

[ghostlyseer]

肩書きの裏側 by muu＠インテ6号館Bそ3a

[raptorkiid]

#94 Gengar

The Shadow Pokémon. Gengar is the final evolved form of Gastly. Gengar hides in the shadows. It can absorb any surrounding heat, leaving a sudden chill.

(taking requests !!)

[ghostlyseer]

20 Sableye Icons

Got bored, made icons. All of them are 100x100, some of them are gifs, please like/reblog if you're going to use them. I don't own any of the art. Thanks, and enjoy!