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"This rain's kind of disappointing."
Nice Hit
No one quite believed it was possible for Yuuto’s face to grow any blanker than it already was, but it did as soon as the involuntary pun and laughter filled his ears. Did he really laugh at his own horrible joke? Yuuto wasn’t quite sure if he’d rather get pelted with another baseball or hear another pun.
The thoughts on the matter were brought to a halt at the mention of a familiar name. “Sayumi?” His voice dropped, an unfamiliar urge to protect the young woman consuming him.
"You’re interested in Sayumi?" the blind man inquired, features growing angry as he spoke. Unacceptable, this man had nearly pummeled a stranger, there was no way he could be with Sayumi. Despite his anger though, Yuuto was questioning the situation in the back of his mind. Why did he feel such a sudden need to protect the young woman? Whatever it was though it was almost as if it was paternal, the urge was embedded within him.
Like an older brother looking out for his little sister.
Naoki blinked rapidly at the suddenly intimidating person before him, his face warm. No way. He knew Sayumi? The boy raised a hand to scratch his fluffy black hair, a nervous habit.
"I-I don't know," he stuttered in response, his stomach twisting. "I mean, she's definitely important to me, I..." It suddenly occurred to him that maybe he didn't have to answer.
"Er, actually, that's kind of a big thing t'ask someone you just met an' all," he tried, mustering up as much defiance as possible. After all, he was justified. "And I don't quite see how it's any of your business, to be honest! ...Sir!"
Oh, here we go. Naoki was going to get punched in the face, definitely. He could fight. But he wasn't sure if he should, considering he'd just slammed this guy upside the pompous cranium.
Naoki stared wistfully up at the sky. "Sure's slow around here today."
"I’m Razo! It’s a pleasure to meet you mon ami~!" The red head held no regards for the brunette’s surprise, he had a tendency to sneak up on people and startle them, so at this point, it was something he had stopped noticing.
Naoki blinked dumbly at the red-haired young man for a couple of moments, his heart rate gradually returning to normal. He then sat upright on the grass and gave Stinger a soothing pat on the head. The Granbull growled softly and returned to his previous position, laying comfortably on the ground beside his trainer.
The lanky boy offered Razo an apologetic smile, feeling his normal joviality return.
"I'm real sorry for shoutin' at you and that, pal," Naoki said. "Y'just all but scared the pants off of me, you know? My name's Naoki! Naoki Abe. And this here's my Granbull, Stinger." He gestured to the grouchy Pokemon animatedly.
"Say, you talk kinda funny," Naoki continued tactlessly, and then quickly turned red and spluttered. "I-I mean, not funny, but pretty different. I don't reckon I've heard an accent like that before! Where're you from, Mr. Razo?"
"It is rather nice isn’t it? Although it’s a bit warm…but that is été for you~"
Naoki jumped, looked to his side, and then promptly shouted in blatant surprise.
"Who are you? Wha-- Where'd you even come from?" he yelped. The Granbull rose to its feet and barked, also startled.
"Ah winter, how I adore thee…"
Naoki was strolling lazily down the crude sidewalk when he noticed a girl standing off to the side, all bundled up against the chilly breeze. Deciding that he was rather bored, he decided to see who the stranger was, as he was positive he'd never seen her before. As the clumsy boy drew closer, he heard her say something quietly to herself. Or to the fat snowflakes drifting calmly to the ground, he wasn't sure.
"You like the winter, huh? 'M afraid I'm not too fond of it myself. Snow's pretty an' all, but hell, sure is cold!"
Nice Hit
His expression was blank as per usual, despite the growing lump on his cheek. “Are you going to throw the ice at me as well?” the trainer grumbled, a foot reaching outwards towards Espeon, to gently kick at the Pokemon yet again. What a traitor.
"You’re horrible…" he called over his shoulder, a gloved hand running along his belt as he grabbed the second ball to the right, quickly tossing it upwards and releasing Glaceon, who merely cooed eloquently. The blue haired teen then plopped onto the ground unceremoniously beside his Pokemon, gesturing to his cheek.
"Skadi…some ice for my cheek please?" The female Glaceon quickly obliged and shot the smallest of ice beam’s at her trainers cheek, until the swelling had gone down to nothing more than a sharp bruise on Yuuto’s pale features.
With that being settled, he praised his beloved Pokemon before standing up, shooting a blank stare in the general direction of the imbecile who had caused this all. “Now that we have this all settled, I’ll be leaving now, unless of course you have something else to throw at me? Or you enjoy playing catch with a blind man?”
Naoki's frown faded, and was replaced with an awed smile. "Wow, so you've got a Glaceon, huh? It's awfully cool!" He stopped, blinked, and then burst out laughing. "Excuse the pun."
After the Glaceon was done treating her trainer's swollen face, Naoki leaned in and gave it a good look-over, completely oblivious to the young man's sightless glare.
"Yeah, still a pretty nasty bruise, but I reckon your noggin'll be good as new in a few days! Hey, even though y'won't be needing that ice, it'd still do you some good to visit. We've got really good food, more than usual, so even though I've got a big family, I think everyone would be glad t'share. Oh, and we got aspirin too, which you'll probably need. I bet your melon's smartin' after that one. Haha!"
He paused, thought for a moment, and then added, "My girlfriend Sayumi also stopped by earlier - Ah, I mean..." His voice tapered off, and although the odds were this man had never even heard of Sayumi, he still felt incredibly embarrassed.
"I mean, she's not my girlfriend like that..! She's my friend, who's a girl, and really pre-- Point is, she brought over some Moomoo milk from her farm, and that's the best stuff you'll ever taste, guaranteed. How about it?"
"Wow, it's really pretty today, huh, Stinger?" Naoki remarked genially, smiling at his Granbull, who was dozing off at his side.
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Sayumi hoped the pink tint tainting her pale cheeks were not as apparent as they felt, since her equally embarrassed gaze now avoided his white boxers (which coincidentally had baseball designs strewn across it).
She relaxed a bit as he put on his pants, her cheeks feeling much cooler than they had been earlier. Once her friend was fully dressed, she giggled. “Y’know, you should really invest some money in an alarm clock,” she suggested kindly. “Unless that money was supposed to go to Moomoo Milk. Then you should definitely get that instead.”
She reached into her bag, pulling out the familiar glass bottle containing the opaque, white liquid. ”You wanna buy some? MooMoo, our Miltank, is feeling much better after those berries you gave us!” she smiled.
Reluctantly, she turned away, waving her hand. “Well, I’ve gotta get back to the farm,” Sayumi sighed, directing the point of her thumb behind her. “Mama’s probably wondering where I’ve gone. Plus, I’ve got a ton of chores to do.”
Naoki grinned brightly and shot her a wink. "Moomoo's feelin' better? I'm glad t'hear it! Woulda been a shame if that fever lasted much longer."
When Sayumi began to walk away, he stiffened, not fully understanding the sudden distress that seized him. The boy's hand moved upward on its own, as a signal for her to stop.
"O-Oh, wait, um..."
Damn! He was so awkward and stupid, and he despised it. Naoki could feel his face going red after she glanced at him. He pointedly looked away from her - at his shoes, at the sky, at the grass, at Junior who now seemed to be chortling to himself that jerk. He had to say something to his friend, there was no going back now. It all depended on this next selection of words. I can do this! Naoki realized, nearly gasping.
"I can go Moomoo Farm you with?" he asked, smirking confidently.
Wait what the hell did he just...
Nice Hit
"Hot…." the trainer grumbled, removing his gloves, and running a now bare hand through azure locks. Why was it that he had followed his girlfriend to Johto when it was so damned hot? If he had known the weather would be like this, Yuuto might just have stayed in Unova.
Pale ears twitched as he heard Espeon shifting about on his shoulder, blue brows furrowed lightly. “I know it’s hot…we’ll turn back in a mi—” the sentence was cut short as his shoulders lightened, Espeon leaping off of them, allowing something heavy to collide with the side of the trainers head.
Despite the collision, no words of pain escaped Yuuto’s lips, instead, a pointed glare was shot at the general direction of Espeon. “Thanks for the warning, you’re a true friend…” the trainer grumbled, pale ears twitching lightly in a manner similar to Espeon’s as rather large and clumsy footsteps approached.
The blind man could only assume it was some sort of ball that hit him, and the imbecile who had thrown the ball was now making his way over. With that being deduced, he looked over his shoulder, following the sound of the footsteps to look in the general direction of the oncoming idiot.
"Thank you, I love playing catch with my face. It’s a hobby of mine. Along with growing second heads…" he gestured to the growing lump on his face.
Naoki gasped, the warning sticking in his throat as he watched the ball smack into the poor passerby's head. An intense feeling of guilt and distress washed over him. Shit! What kind of baseball player was he? He had been too overconfident, and now some innocent stranger was suffering for it.
Sighing, Naoki started jogging towards the stranger.
"Hey! Excuse me, sir! Are ya okay?" He stopped in front of the guy, taking in his fancier-looking appearance with wide amber eyes. He was particularly concerned about the size of the lump on the side of his face.
"Oh, jeez, that's quite an impressive lookin' bump y'got there..," Naoki remarked, shuffling his feet nervously. "I'm awful sorry. I didn't even see you comin' by, honest."
He blinked, noticing the baseball lying forgotten in the ground. As he leaned over to recover it, he continued, "If you'd like to swing by my house, I could lend you an ice pack. I mean, it's the least I could do... 'M real sorry about this, sir..."
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