dirtbag. ( ap )

MINORU ISHIKAWA. POKÉMON ORIGINAL CHARACTER. ESTABLISHED 6 / 22 / 16. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. var sc_project=11021534; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="24995b49"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

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rumbles a lil

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It's obvious that he's trying to keep his distance; he won't venture any closer than ten feet. However, interest keeps him within the general vicinity. Cyrus is hovering like a bird of prey waiting to strike.

        oh, he’s well aware of the eyes searing holes into his skull. but he does his best to ignore it. unease creeps up his spine, thumb swiping upwards on his phone. all he can do is pray the other goes away in time. just pretend his isn’t there. but he feels it clawing at his insides, hissing and snarling as a feeling of insurmountable loathing spills from it and fills his own heart.

       minoru directs his gaze to the stranger. tension overtakes his muscles. eyes narrow into a glare, “—any reason why y’can’t take your damn eyes off me?”

@distcrtions

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I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via distcrtions)

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星を全て数え終わる前に僕は死んでしまうけどね

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i’ve finally taken kaworu off semi-hiatus and since he’s my main blog, if you wanna follow him he’s @seelesdog !! he does have a pokémon verse too so :’y

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▼ i switched blogs just to send u this

send ▲ to pull my muse into your muse’s lap! / accepting / @chermi.

        “wh---”

       he doesn’t really understand why she does it, and he doesn’t have much time to pull away from her invasive hands at his waist pulling him back against her. minoru just sits there for a few long moments. brows raise, then furrow, confusion written across his face. and her smug expression only makes his nostril twitch. one hand lifts, then proceeds to shove her face away while he scoots out of her lap.

       “i’m not really in a cuddling mood.”

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Send ▲ to pull my muse into your muse’s lap!

Send ▼ for my muse to sit in your muse’s lap of their own accord!

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        one thing to keep in mind is that minoru’s hydreigon is a pokémon he only uses as a last resort. the reason being: she’s not entirely tame. she’s always been that way, even as a deino. it took ages for minoru to get her to listen to him, but even then she has no qualms ignoring or turning on him instead of their opponent.

        she’s basically how a hydreigon should be. temperamental, violent, with the capability of tearing someone apart should she want to. it’s dangerous to let her out at all, and he only does it in dire situations when he has no options left. this does not include regular pokémon battles. this means life-threatening situations.

        minoru has considered releasing her, but he does care for her despite her nearly-wild behavior. so he holds onto the hope that she’ll mellow out in time.

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ofevoluticns.

❛ Oh ! Did  you wanna pet her ?  ❜

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        oh, crap. did she catch him staring? he hates that he’s way too susceptible to the charms of cute pokémon---especially the little ball of fur at her feet. gengar is less than impressed, however, but she doesn’t jump at the small eevee in an attempt to frighten it. not yet, at least.

        “i---uh...” minoru searches for words, scratching awkwardly at the top of his hand. the gaze usually so full of angry fire is subdued, cast to the side. “... sure.”

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❝All I tend to do is think of you.❞ 8)))

the lumineers sentence prompt / accepting / @tiburohn

        eyes turn down, to the hand held lightly within his own two. he takes in the difference in their skin tone, how his pale flesh sticks out against the dark brown of archie’s. ( a warm color, warm like a home should be. maybe you’re my home now. ) the scent of salty waves is forever stained within the man’s skin, a sea reflecting in the depths of shimmering brown eyes that look at minoru as though he weren’t the weak, frustrated, and terrified man that he views himself as. that look at minoru as an equal, someone filled with the potential to love hard, to love intensely. it’s a gaze he can’t meet in that moment, instead focusing on brushing the pads of his thumbs over archie’s knuckles, tracing the veins beneath flesh.

       “y’shouldn’t. there’s… more important stuff to think about,” heat flares up in his cheeks. the reply feels clumsy on his tongue, and there’s a twinge of guilt in his belly. “i’m not worth occupyin’ your thoughts, y’know?”

       within his grasp does he turn archie’s hand over, bringing it to his cheek. the man’s palms are weathered, callused, and bring him a sense of comfort. comfort does not come easily to minoru. not since the incident only a few years prior. not since the being that’s housed itself within his soul and turned him bitter, brittle, broken. sapping his energy, making living more of a struggle than it already was. archie doesn’t know yet. maybe it’s better not to tell him. it might make him leave. even though minoru snaps, flinches, shies away, he doesn’t want the man to go away. ( all i tend to do is think about you, too. )

       there’s a slight turn of his head, a feather-light kiss pressed against a gentle palm. position shifts so he can lean his forehead against archie’s shoulder. breath like the sea breeze, heartbeat as soothing as the sound of ocean waves. minoru sinks into him and hopes he’ll drown in the sea of emotion.

       “h-ha… i’m not.. too good at this. s-sorry. i mean… thanks for… c-caring.”

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❝It’s a long road to wisdom.❞

the lumineers sentence prompt / accepting / @spiritisim.

        “wisdom, huh?” an inquisitive hum follows, eyes trailing from the mega stone pinned to his gengar’s ear to the gym leader’s face. fingers press over the spiked fur on the top of the pokémon’s head, idly stroking as he keeps his gaze focused on the other man. “you guys here in ecruteak know all about wisdom, don’t you?”

       it’s a peaceful, beautiful place, full of history and legend. no surprise that all these sagacious spirits gather here. he definitely feels like he stands out. minoru’s never been one to really think things through, to look at the big picture. no, instead he jumps right into situations that could leave him worse for wear.

       “not everyone has time for that.”

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sentence prompts ➝ the lumineers

❝It’s too late.❞

❝You’re all alone.❞

❝Lovers come, lovers go.❞

❝We’re bleeding out.❞

❝But I can take a punch if you can take a jab.❞

❝Yes, don’t make a scene.❞

❝I needed the truth.❞

❝Did you flinch, did you care.❞

❝I ain’t nobody’s problem but my own.❞

❝I hope it’s not too late.❞

❝This loneliness won’t last for long.❞

❝May your dreams come to reality.❞

❝She handed me a beer with a kangaroo.❞

❝It’s a long road to wisdom.❞

❝Bitterness is all I taste.❞

❝There’s some blood, around the - ❞

❝I’m still fighting for you.❞

❝Overnight my hair turned gray.❞

❝Darling, hold me tightly.❞

❝I think you and me, we might be falling.❞

❝Let’s drink to your health.❞

❝I don’t wanna go if it means goodbye.❞

❝You’ll never sink when you are with me.❞

❝Keep your head up, my love.❞

❝You’re my sweetheart.❞

❝There are times we live for somebody else.❞

❝It’s a shame that it ends this way.❞

❝Would you call back, baby, if I wrote you a song?❞

❝I never trusted my own eyes.❞

❝Rest your arms and rest your legs.❞

❝I’ve been down, I’ve been defeated.❞

❝Everyone thinks I’m a liar.❞

❝I don’t gamble, but if I did I would bet on us.❞

❝She’ll lie and steal, and cheat.❞

❝I need somebody, needed someone I could trust.❞

❝All I tend to do is think of you.❞

❝I’m standing on your porch screaming out.❞

❝I’ve been living a lonely life.❞

❝Burn the car and save the plates.❞

❝When we were young, we did enough.❞

❝Would you stay the night?❞

❝You told me I was like the dead sea.❞

❝Won’t you stay, stay with me.❞

❝Only love can dig you out of this.❞

❝I don’t know where I went wrong.❞

❝I’ll never leave you again.❞

❝It’s better to feel pain than nothing at all.❞

❝Be in my eyes; be in my heart.❞

❝Picture my surprise when I had tried to lean in for a kiss.❞

❝Love should make you feel good.❞

❝She’ll tear a hole in you, one you can’t repair.❞

❝I don’t think you’re right for him.❞

❝Don’t ask for cigarettes.❞

❝I won’t leave until you come downstairs.❞

❝But I still love her, I don’t care.❞

❝I think that I could love you back.❞

❝I won’t close my eyes.❞

❝I belong with you, you belong with me.❞

❝I don’t know where I belong.❞

❝So show me, family, all the blood that I would bleed.❞

❝I don’t blame you dear for running like you did all these years.❞

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— santanico pandemonium

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iinflexible.

@halfsouled  ♥’d!!

                    “ Welcome to Poké Cafe! “

    Aine bowed with a giant grin, her Bulbasaur- that was right under her feet- doing the same. As she came back up she noticed the customer’s outfit, was it cold outside or something? ‘ Pretty weird to wear a scarf around this time. ‘ she mentally nodded to her own thought. “ What type of seat would you like? “ She was glad that her language tutor finally began teaching her phrases for waitressing. Her Bulbasaur nipped her ankle reminding her of the Cafe’s policy. “ Will it just be your Gengar eating with you? “

        it’s a quaint little place, filled with pleasant smells that make saliva build up beneath his tongue. he hasn’t eaten all day, surprisingly. tired eyes move from her face, down to the bulbasaur, then back up to her. like he does with any kind employee, he’s responds politely.

        “thanks. yeah, it’s just me ‘n her. any table will do.”

        the scarf around his neck is adjusted, as though it were a bit too tight against his throat. gengar is already leaning over, sticking her face right in the bulbasaur’s. nothing is said to the ghost pokémon, attention focused on the waitress and hands remaining in the pockets of his jeans.