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Iâm what the kids call âan atrocity to godâ.
(( Hey everyone! First Iâd like to say Iâm sorry for not being so active recently. Iâve been focusing on schoolwork and other irl things, and mainly browsing through Tumblr to destress. Iâve also been prioritizing my Pokemon RP blogs atm.Â
(( Also Iâve come to a realization that one of my rules may be limiting the way I interact with people. I have a âask before interactingâ (with the exception of when I reblog ask memes), even with close friends, since I feel slightly overwhelmed when I see unexpected asks in my inbox. However, Iâm starting to think that this may be limiting the amount of interactions I could have, including with close friends of mine. I donât know how I will modify this rule yet, but I will definitely now say that I am currently open to people slapping their muses into my inbox!Â
(( And to the anons for my Lion Guard multimuse: I see you and your presence makes me happy and I will definitely get to your asks at some point! Just give me some time. I do get preoccupied with other things, especially since Iâm in college, hang out with irl friends, partake in other activities, etc. Letting you know I appreciate you all, tho! ))
mandysxmusesâ:
âUh.. Iâm not hurt. A little exhausted from all the walking, I guess.â Heather sat down with her legs pointed forward. âI didnât ever see myself talking to an animal. Do you have a name, or are you just.. Leavanny?â
What a weird word.
Never saw herself talking to an animal? What an odd comment to make. This human must not interact with Pokemon all that much, the Leavanny thought. Then again, she didnât interact with humans all that much. Maybe it wasnât so odd after all!
âIâm Bit. And Iâm guessing you have a name too, other than âhuman.ââ She put a hand to her mouth and giggled.Â
sugarandpsychologyâ:
âI know, I know, Iâm sorryâŚI just need to bind it, so it can get better-â
Toku repeated to the Pokemon as he continued to bind the wing, ducking out of itâs bite range every once in a while. Youâd think since it was tied to a stretcher it may be easier to do, and it was, but Toku could hear the stretcher creaking; he wasnât sure how long it would last.Â
When they had found it passed out in the back garden of the Pokemon center, this humongous archeops with a broken wing,the other Joys werenât quite sure what to do, but they did know one thing; it needed help.
And Joys never let a Pokemon go hurting.
So he volunteered, taking meticulous care as the thing kicked and bit at him, fixing it up till he was sure it would last long enough for the wing to be set.Â
âThereâŚthat wasnât too bad, was it?â
The Archeops lay on his back, exhausted from his fighting efforts. He gave no response, only glared up at the human with murder in his eyes. After a good ten seconds or so, he let out a large shriek:
âAAAAAAAAAAAA!â
mandysxmusesâ:Â Â
âOh.. it can talk.. yeah, I am definitely seeing stuff. I might as well go with it.â Heather crouched down and observed it a little closer. âCan you tell me what youâre supposed to be?â
âIâm a Leavanny.â It made sense if the human had never seen any of her kind - perhaps she was from another region!Â
âAre you hurt anywhere? I could patch you right up! I would just need to find the proper material, is all.â
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âI⌠have no idea what Iâm supposed to be looking at right now.â
âIâm sure I didnât smoke anything. Maybe I didnât get enough sleep?â She rubbed her eyes while looking at the bizarre creature. âMaybe Iâm passed out right now and still havenât woken up.â
Oh, the poor thing! She looked and sounded so completely worn out. Bit rubbed her hands together, her head gave a little tilt. âDo you need help?â She asked timidly. Â
@pokepc continued from here
Mewtwo eyed the Pokemon cautiously, listening to them repeat the same words over and over. âI hate them?â Her default conclusion was humans, as much as they loathed themselves for thinking that, the pain they inflicted on her was not something she would forget easily.
She remained still as the Pokemon realised they were watching them.
{My apologies for startling you, however, I couldnât help but have my attention drawn to the result of your⌠actionsâŚ} Those humans and Pokemon were merely living their average lives, they had done no wrong to deserve such damages. As much as the other may be suffering they should not take it out on those who did not deserve it.
She had been in a similar situation before. She wanted to help.
{You are troubled.}
Orias lowered his claws to his knees, staring at the creature. (His eyes were still wet, some tears still fell down.) Troubled. It called him troubled. His mouth curved into a snarl. âIâm not some weak, lost, helpless child. Now buzz off, or Iâll hurt you like I did all those others.âÂ
He didnât know how many it was he hurt. What he knew was that it was a lot. Humans with flashing machines. Humans without flashing machines. Pokemon that stood near humans with their flashing machines. Pokemon who stood near humans. Pokemon who stood without humans. Only some of them made him hurt, but heâd hurt them all back. He hadnât been thinking. It was foolish, but what did he care? None of them mattered. If he saw them again, then he would hurt them again (and again and again and again).
Ah, the Reaper seems to be circling above, like a vulture...Even Death likes to stretch her wings and feel the sun on her back...
What a powerful aura this one has; it feels they carry the weight of a thousand dying souls! Could this be the Legendary Death Bringer it has heard about? A low, rumbling chuckle escapes from Guzzlord as it licks its tongue across its mouth. Death Herself might taste rotten, but there isnât a meal the Beast hasnât tried yet!
Guzzlord calls up to Yvetal in a cordial tone, âA fine morning weâre having! Though quite ironic that you would show up at so nice a time as this.â
@sugarandpsychology
Panic sets off when the human starts to bind up his wing. The mutant shrieks, flapping his free wing and kicking his legs. A few times he tries to stretch his neck forward and bite the human. DONâT TOUCH ME, DONâT TOUCH ME, DONâT TOUCH ME...
 IF YOU MUST BLINK, DO IT NOW. pay careful attention to everything you see and hear, no matter how unusual it may seem. and please be warned: if you fidget, if you look away, if you forget any part of what i tell you, even for an instant, THEN OUR HERO WILL SURELY PERISH!
                                moved oct 2018 / penned by neon
improvise. adapt. kill ancient gods
(Mewtwo for Orias) The Pokemon had followed a trail of destruction that lead from a dense city to a shrouded forest. What caused this mustn't have been human, she thought. Eventually Mewtwo arrived at a clearing where she believed they had found the culprit responsible. They moved from hiding and made their presence known to the other Pokemon.
âI hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them...â
Oriasâ legs were drawn up to his chest and he ran his claws through head (if it werenât protected by scales he wouldâve been bleeding, this was how hard he scratched). Those humans, they took out things that flashed bright lights; they were trying to capture him, they were trying to kill him, he knew it.Â
âI hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them...â
The scratching became more rigorous; the nearby bird Pokemon could hear it from the branches they stood on. They flew off, startled, when his chant grew louder and louder:Â
âI HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM...â
It was in this state that he noticed the alien-like creature. It was like nothing heâd ever seen before, not in his lifetime, not in this lifetime.Â
It was seeing him with tears in his eyes. It was seeing him cry. Â
Orias grit his teeth, trying to make the anger in his voice venomous and clear: âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
@loftymuses (continued from here)
This punk thinks he can tell him what to do!? Orias gets in the dragonâs face, spreads his wings up, and lets out a horrendous shriek -
âAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!â