Fight.Survive.Win.

"You'll show me the respect that I deserve, or my Pokemon and I will BEAT the respect out of you!"  Independent RP blog for the Pokemon Fighter, Damien Iwata, a Pokemon OC.  This is an antagonist muse. Team Skull Enforcer verse available. Please read rules and about before interaction.  (Icon provided by Nought)  [ON HIATUS]

[pokemon-fighter]

Hiatus notice

//Hey, folks, it’s your old pal Izzy again.  I think I should probably just come out and say it.  I hate making announcements like these, but the fact is this.

My inspiration for Damien is now nil at this point.

I haven’t really had a good chance to come back, or even find a way to make a good heat post as I once did when I started Damien.  He’s been developed quite a bit, but now I have very little ways of showing that off since I feel like I’m going to lose the main idea behind his character.

With that said, this blog is going on hiatus.

I have no idea when I’m going to be back.  It could be quite a while, since there’s no way to tell.  But I hope to be at full potential the moment I’m back at the helm and in the violent mindset of the Pokemon Fighter himself.

Damien Iwata isn’t going anywhere.  I want to make that clear.  I’ve put so much work into him that it would be a waste to snuff that out.  So, I’m going to do the sensible thing and step back.

Those that want to reach me on Discord, PM me and I’ll share my info.  Otherwise, I’ll be elsewhere, maybe lurking.  Who knows.

I’ll be back one day.  Until then, thanks for sticking by me.  Just remember this.

It’s not goodbye.  It’s just... see you later.

-Izzy Raimi

[pkmncontestsorbust]

THEIA’S OBLIGATORY 200 FOLLOWER POST!!!

guys!! for those who weren’t up between 1 and 3 AM, I FINALLY REACHED 200+ FOLLOWERS!

Now, this may not seem like the hugest milestone, since a lot of my friends and mutuals have upwards of 500 - 1000, but I never did anything big when I reached 100, and I honestly never thought I would make it that far with this blog! T used to be a very personal, self-indulgent type of character, and I feel lucky that I now have so many people that are interested in her and her story, and so many new friends that have become an integral part of my life!

Under the cut will be a tiny bit of a follow-forever? Pretty much me listing the people that have helped me grow and develop as a writer in no particular order!

(This may get a little long-winded, so I apologize!)

Keep reading

[apexpraedator]

◤(un)popular opinion; i’m not really a fan of muses who pull the ‘i’m not afraid of you, lol’ card with dangerous or powerful muses when they are being threatening ( or even if they appear humble or cute but are full of power ). if it wasn’t for being called god modding, i’m 700% sure these more powerful muses would have, could have, should have killed another muse if they persistently irritate them. especially if the offending character is a run of the mill human. unless your muse has dealt with similar monsters/menacing personalities/dangerous situations - try not to antagonize deadly muses to the point of obvious rage knowing the writer can’t really write them killing your muse even though that is completely in their nature to do so.

[pokemon-fighter]

Dude with an anger problem that fights anything that moves. A.K.A. A tiny trex

“Call me tiny again, and you’ll be next in line for the DDT.”

[myaskboxmemes]

Badly describe my muse in my inbox

[pokemon-fighter]

//I think my anxious feeling has dissapated somewhat, but the few of you who left me compliments was more than what I could ask for.

I can’t thank you folks enough for following Damien and being a good friend to me.

[pokemon-fighter]

❤

[pokemon-fighter]

//This is really weird.

I’m feeling pretty anxious right now, and this sudden anxiety came the fuck outta nowhere.  I know I’m dealing with car troubles right now, which is a viable reason, but I’m feeling like my chest is being pressed down and I feel almost like crying.

Mind you, anxiety symptoms are often rare for me in cases like this.

Can you guys help cheer up your old pal Izzy?  I could use a few words of kindness and encouragement.

[-fs-]

Sorry if i look like i give a fuck, I swear i don't.

[darkknightsuggestion]

Can you feel it? My hatred? Can you feel how much I hate you?

[pokemon-fighter]

//Important announcement!

//It's your old pal Izzy's birthday!

[pokemon-fighter]

pkmncontestsorbust:

starter for @pokemon-fighter

“Rain, rain, go away…”

T hummed a tune as she strode through Po Town, weaving her way through grunts and buildings. The coordinator had a bit of a pep in her step, looking around for nothing in particular. It was so interesting how this one section of the island was always overcast… Maybe some strange weather phenomenon, or maybe the Island Guardians actually did have sway over the atmosphere.

Luckily for her, it was only a light drizzle. T checked her bag over once more, to make sure everything inside would stay dry, before she finally spotted who she had been aimlessly searching for.

T was nothing if not observant of patrol patterns by now, having watched Plumeria set up the rotation herself. T sped up to almost a jog to catch up with Skull’s new Enforcer, coming up beside him.

“Damien! Hey, hi, was hoping I’d see you. Mind if I tag along?”

Too late. She was already trotting along with him.

Why couldn’t he have gotten one patrol that was quiet?

Damien had already taken care of a few ‘cleanup’ jobs involving some racketeering to pay up debts to Guzma, and was hoping for some quiet.  But, as luck (if you could call it that) would have it, he’d have to have someone tag along with him.

Had he known T was going to be in town, he would have found someplace secluded.  He didn’t really have time to deal with the Johtoan contest coordinator.

“Yes, I do.”  Damien said bluntly.  “This isn’t a job for you, T.  Go home.”

[pokemon-fighter]

sadiebreane:

pokemon-fighter:

Sadie clung to his jacket as cried into his tank top.  Damien was at a loss at what to do or what to say.

Damien dropped his arms and let her cry.  His face seemed stone, devoid of anything, but inside, he was unsure of how to react.

Sadie and Damien’s history had been rocky, to say the least.  There was the one night stand they had when he came back to Po Town to raise hell, and Sadie brushing him off after that, which lead to Damien embarrassing her in front of Guzma.

Then it lead to so many interventions to her by him, almost trying to keep her from killing herself.

And now, here he was, apart of the gang he sought to destroy for so long, and the grunt that gave him so much trouble was clinging on to him, saying that she liked him after all, that she cared about him.

Damien didn’t say anything, and stood there like a stone, letting her air herself out.

Sadie exhaled a long breathe, after a moment of trying to compose herself. 

A pitiful chuckle escaping herself.  “No matter what…. it’s always the same with us….Isn’t it?” she asked, sniffling again. 

“If it’s an apology you wanted from all of this…..then I’m sorry….” she pulled away from him. Keeping her face low. Still unable to look back at him. 

“I’m sorry you had to meet me…..I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you….. I’m sorry for being such a bitch…. And for …..whatever the fuck this is….  And I know apologies are …beneath you…. So I won’t expect one out of you…. But I just… can’t help but wonder what you wanted to gain from this? Or how you even thought that I thought I was better than you…..”

She pulled her fingers away from his shirt, reaching up to try and wipe any residual tears away. 

“Heh….Maybe its true….Even if a part of me wishes it wasn’t….that you really don’t care… About how I feel…. how I view things…. because you’d really know that I don’t give two shits about myself…..and the fact you keep …..doing this…. It fucks with me Damien…. 

“So…. if you really don’t care….. then please…. don’t do this again…” she turned away from him. “Because I do….. And I hurt over myself enough as it is….. “ she touched the door handle. “I….I don’t want to hurt over you too….”

“Sadie, stop.”

Damien placed his hands on his hips, pacing back and forth as Sadie reached for the door.

Maybe he was right.  Maybe there was some shit to be straightened out after all.

If he was apart of this family now, he’d have to patch things up with a few people sooner or later, much to his own chagrin.

If not him, Delphox would have done so on his behalf.

He pointed to his sofa.  “Sit down.”  He said.  “ I don’t know if you’ve eaten yet.  I’ll make you a bowl of rice.”

Damien turned away and walked into the kitchen to heat up some leftover rice for both himself and the grunt.

[pokemon-fighter]

sadiebreane:

pokemon-fighter:

Damien’s eyes were wide, his brow furrowed, and his thoughts completely thrown off.

What did he have to say to combat that?  Sadie actually cared?

While it was true that Damien had found her drunk, or self-loathing, or self-destructive, he helped her just to get her to stop and have her move on her way.  So she really did have something in her that gave Damien a sense of validation?

It was also true that it was between Damien and Guzma that day, and his objective was to end SKULL if he won.  SKULL was a blanket that was simply associated with Guzma, before Damien had to learn, and still learn to this day, that this was more than a gang.  Rather, it was a family.  Something the Fighter had no idea how to deal with.

Damien’s arm dropped down, as he let go of Sadie’s hair.  This time, he gripped his own hair, pulling at it as he breathed heavily, his eyes scrunching shut.

“Bullshit.”  He said.  “That’s bullshit, Sadie!  Since when do you care about someone like me?”  He jammed a finger at his own chest.  “Nobody cares about me, you understand!?  NOBODY!”

He stared at Sadie, his wide eyes fixated on hers.  “…Why?  Why the hell do you care about me?”

“Do you….really fucking think I’d just say this shit….? You think I care if you break my fucking bones, destroy whats left of my face, or even kill me?” Her voice was soft, unable to make eye contact with him. Afraid of what she’d find on his face. 

“I don’t say anything….I don’t fucking mean…. It’s… why I sometimes don’t say anything…till its too late…”“

She buried her face further into his shirt. Staining it with her tears. Sniffling as she tried to find some calm, but continued to fall short. 

“But…. maybe your just as full of bullshit as I am… I don’t know…..” she shook her head. “I just…don’t fucking know….”

Her voice was practically a whisper, dry from her screaming. 

Sadie clung to his jacket as cried into his tank top.  Damien was at a loss at what to do or what to say.

Damien dropped his arms and let her cry.  His face seemed stone, devoid of anything, but inside, he was unsure of how to react.

Sadie and Damien’s history had been rocky, to say the least.  There was the one night stand they had when he came back to Po Town to raise hell, and Sadie brushing him off after that, which lead to Damien embarrassing her in front of Guzma.

Then it lead to so many interventions to her by him, almost trying to keep her from killing herself.

And now, here he was, apart of the gang he sought to destroy for so long, and the grunt that gave him so much trouble was clinging on to him, saying that she liked him after all, that she cared about him.

Damien didn’t say anything, and stood there like a stone, letting her air herself out.

[pokemon-fighter]

sadiebreane:

pokemon-fighter:

“Oh, shut up!”

Damien watched as she started to break down, feeling her weight almost shift into a limp as she started to cry.  There was a lot about Sadie Damien never understood, especially since she always tried to be so coy and catty with him, trying to poke the Beedrill’s nest with him.

“You think I give a damn if you were scared!?”  Damien’s relentless verbal assault never faltered.  “I was on this close to getting my brains splattered by Guzma!  He was a second away from killing me!  And you wouldn’t have cared if he did!  You would have jumped for joy if he ended my life!  You and everyone else!”

Damien clenched his fist and cocked his arm, acting like he was about to hit her, before an index finger extended.  “But you… you think you’re somehow better than me, do you?  Is it because you don’t fight?  You don’t hurt people?  You’re a grunt who doesn’t do a damn thing for this gang, and I’ve killed people!  I’ve killed idiots that pissed me off because it’s my job, and I liked it!  Because Guzma knew who I was!”

Damien clenched the fist again and hit it against the door to drive the point home.  “You think your crying is going to stop me from hitting that little face you hide in your hair?”

The Fighter’s lips curled into a sick smile, his teeth baring like a hungry Incineroar.  “I’ve wanted to do this for a while, you husky bitch!”

Damien grabbed a handful of her hair and brought his arm back to slug her, before he saw what exactly her hair hid.

He knew the burn scars on her arm, leg and rib, but not the awful scar on her face.

Damien was thrown in a loop, his arm still cocked back for a punch, but his face was bemused, nearly perplexed, even.

“I WAS SCARED TO LOSE YOU ! YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!” 

Her voice practically breaking as he verbally assaulted her. Letting him move her around the way he wanted. Too weak to fight back. Not because she physically couldn’t, (although, the impacts against the walls had her in a state of delirium), but because emotionally she wasn’t strong enough to do so.

Her mix-matched blues stared into his, desperate for him to try to understand as the words spilled from her lips. 

“I didn’t want you to die….Everyone was cheering on the fight and I was the only person in the crowd that couldn’t watch… “ Her voice sounded dry, a whimper behind each word as she tried to contain her sobbing, only to continue to hiccup over herself. “I had to walk away….I had to cover my ears….I couldn’t stand to watch you kill each other….”

“I wanted …I wanted you two to stop…. If you were to kill him, I would of lost my home… Everything I worked so hard to build would of vanished by your hands…The same FUCKING hands that have picked me up so many fucking times when I had no where else to fucking go…. And the fact you didn’t even think twice about me… through all your anger and rage towards Guzma… not once did you consider me! It fucking hurt! It confused the fuck out of me, because of all the times you just fucking appeared out of nowhere to save me….And then to claim you don’t fucking care? Then to threaten everything I had?! Including yourself?!”

She dropped her face from his, knowing he was giving her scars a nice long look. Closing her clouded sapphires so she didn’t have to see the way he looked at her. 

“And if Guzma would of killed you, then I would of lost someone I fucking cared about! You think Your the only one I’ve been pissed off at?! I can’t even look the boss in the eye over what happened! Both of you were so fucking selfish you didn’t even realize the lives you could of ruined around you.

Fuck…I know you don’t care about Skull, or Guzma, or anything around us! But I thought after all those times you found me, drunk, alone, and miserable that just maybe you fucking cared about me! That even though I fucked with you, you’d fucking realized I did it because I fucking liked you!” 

She started sobbing then, trembling hands gripping his shirt, leaning forward to shift her weight onto him. Her cheeks red from the pain, the tears, and the horrible confession. 

“I fucking hate you Damien…..Because I DO fucking care…. “

Damien’s eyes were wide, his brow furrowed, and his thoughts completely thrown off.

What did he have to say to combat that?  Sadie actually cared?

While it was true that Damien had found her drunk, or self-loathing, or self-destructive, he helped her just to get her to stop and have her move on her way.  So she really did have something in her that gave Damien a sense of validation?

It was also true that it was between Damien and Guzma that day, and his objective was to end SKULL if he won.  SKULL was a blanket that was simply associated with Guzma, before Damien had to learn, and still learn to this day, that this was more than a gang.  Rather, it was a family.  Something the Fighter had no idea how to deal with.

Damien’s arm dropped down, as he let go of Sadie’s hair.  This time, he gripped his own hair, pulling at it as he breathed heavily, his eyes scrunching shut.

“Bullshit.”  He said.  “That’s bullshit, Sadie!  Since when do you care about someone like me?”  He jammed a finger at his own chest.  “Nobody cares about me, you understand!?  NOBODY!”

He stared at Sadie, his wide eyes fixated on hers.  “...Why?  Why the hell do you care about me?”

[pokemon-fighter]

sadiebreane:

pokemon-fighter:

Damien punched the door as he wheeled around to face Sadie, who was still on the ground.

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?”  He shouted.  “Do you have any idea how much of an absolute bitch you’ve been, you piece of bayou-bred trash!?”

The Fighter’s anger had become unglued at this point, letting Sadie know how he truly felt about her since his arrival on Ula’Ula, and during his war on SKULL.

“I don’t appreciate at all that you think I don’t know what the hell I was doing, then and now!  I know full well what I was doing, going to war with you people!  I know full well that I wanted to end this gang, once and for all!  But did that happen!?  No!  I’m forced to join, and you decide to stab me and twist the knife in my chest!  I bet you feel pretty proud of yourself now, do you!?”

Damien grabbed Sadie’s bad arm again, hoisting her up and threw her against the door, her back hitting it hard so she could face him. He was holding himself back from physically assaulting her and going for whipping her to the walls and doors to slam her.  “You’re already pissing me off, just looking at you!  You’re pathetic!  I should plant you into this hard fucking floor with the DDT, maybe that’d be enough to convince you not to fuck with me!”

Damien’s hand slammed right next to her head on the door, as his eyes were just inches away from hers, letting her get a look at the raging fire inside his bright, blue eyes.

“No snappy comeback? Huh?  What’s wrong, you don’t feel like hitting me like you did last time!?”

He slammed his hand again, banging the door.

“SAY SOMETHING, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!!!”

Her eyes widened, her fingers curling into tight fist, her teeth gritting so hard she felt they would crack under the pressure. His words continuing to pierce her, due to what little he really knew.

In the end, it wasn’t his fault for not knowing, Sadie never laid anything out there like he did. She never let her true intentions be known, due to fear and worry. But she should of known it would all come back crashing on her, such as it was now. 

A cry of pain escaped her, only for the breathe to be knocked out of her as she was slung around like a rag doll. Trying her best to overcome the whiplash of his movements. Her bones aching, from the impacts, and her knees growing weak. 

His yelling echoed in her head, causing her elbows to bend in some attempt to protect herself, wanting to cover her ears and block him out. As well as to take some force of the blows, But she couldn’t. Not with him so close, not with him pushing and demanding. 

She opened her eyes, only for the pain to finally come flooding out. Her tears breaking her vision.

Her lip quivered as she went to say something, the banging next to ear too loud for her to hear herself. It was all too loud, it was all too much. The emotions he let flood out, seemed to echo against her’s, only to reveal her’s in another form of intensity.

“I was scared, Damien……I was so fucking scared….”

Her shoulders trembled, holding back the sobs in her throat. Feeling her knees buckle, Knowing if he wasn’t holding her she’d hit the ground. 

“Oh, shut up!”

Damien watched as she started to break down, feeling her weight almost shift into a limp as she started to cry.  There was a lot about Sadie Damien never understood, especially since she always tried to be so coy and catty with him, trying to poke the Beedrill’s nest with him.

“You think I give a damn if you were scared!?”  Damien’s relentless verbal assault never faltered.  “I was on this close to getting my brains splattered by Guzma!  He was a second away from killing me!  And you wouldn’t have cared if he did!  You would have jumped for joy if he ended my life!  You and everyone else!”

Damien clenched his fist and cocked his arm, acting like he was about to hit her, before an index finger extended.  “But you... you think you’re somehow better than me, do you?  Is it because you don’t fight?  You don’t hurt people?  You’re a grunt who doesn’t do a damn thing for this gang, and I’ve killed people!  I’ve killed idiots that pissed me off because it’s my job, and I liked it!  Because Guzma knew who I was!”

Damien clenched the fist again and hit it against the door to drive the point home.  “You think your crying is going to stop me from hitting that little face you hide in your hair?”

The Fighter’s lips curled into a sick smile, his teeth baring like a hungry Incineroar.  “I’ve wanted to do this for a while, you husky bitch!”

Damien grabbed a handful of her hair and brought his arm back to slug her, before he saw what exactly her hair hid.

He knew the burn scars on her arm, leg and rib, but not the awful scar on her face.

Damien was thrown in a loop, his arm still cocked back for a punch, but his face was bemused, nearly perplexed, even.

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sadiebreane:

pokemon-fighter:

“That’s it!”

Damien pulled Sadie’s arm and dragged her with him, making a beeline straight for his house.  Screw the patrol.  He was going to end this bullshit with Sadie tonight.

“I’m done playing these games with you.  We’re going to have a little talk, you and I, and we’re going to straighten your bullshit out!”

Delphox’s eyes shot open as he was meditating in the bedroom.  Something unsettling was about to happen, and needed to make himself scarce.  He strolled to the window near his bed, opened it, and scaled to the rooftop, deciding meditate there, before closing the window behind him.

Damien didn’t have to walk very far to his house, as he swung the door open and threw Sadie to the ground, before turning around and slamming the door shut.

“G-GUh! L-Let me go!” she fussed the entire way there, pulling at her arm, regardless of the pain that was hitting her, but all she did was stumble over her feet, always forgetting how strong the Enforcer really was. 

She hit the ground hard, only to flip her head back to glare at him over her shoulder, her hood flipping back without her noticing. Exposing her mix-matching eyes and terribly scarred face. Finally letting him get a good look of the mess she had become. 

“My bullshit?! Are you fucking kidding me?!” she shouted then, letting the anger finally get a hold of her as she propped herself up on her arms, pulling her legs up a bit. Now that they weren’t out in the open, it felt a tad bit easier to do. 

“If you don’t fucking care then why are you going the extra mile to drag me in here?!”

Damien punched the door as he wheeled around to face Sadie, who was still on the ground.

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?”  He shouted.  “Do you have any idea how much of an absolute bitch you’ve been, you piece of bayou-bred trash!?”

The Fighter’s anger had become unglued at this point, letting Sadie know how he truly felt about her since his arrival on Ula’Ula, and during his war on SKULL.

“I don’t appreciate at all that you think I don’t know what the hell I was doing, then and now!  I know full well what I was doing, going to war with you people!  I know full well that I wanted to end this gang, once and for all!  But did that happen!?  No!  I’m forced to join, and you decide to stab me and twist the knife in my chest!  I bet you feel pretty proud of yourself now, do you!?”

Damien grabbed Sadie’s bad arm again, hoisting her up and threw her against the door, her back hitting it hard so she could face him. He was holding himself back from physically assaulting her and going for whipping her to the walls and doors to slam her.  “You’re already pissing me off, just looking at you!  You’re pathetic!  I should plant you into this hard fucking floor with the DDT, maybe that’d be enough to convince you not to fuck with me!”

Damien’s hand slammed right next to her head on the door, as his eyes were just inches away from hers, letting her get a look at the raging fire inside his bright, blue eyes.

“No snappy comeback? Huh?  What’s wrong, you don’t feel like hitting me like you did last time!?”

He slammed his hand again, banging the door.

“SAY SOMETHING, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!!!”