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Name: Niketa Ahaju Pokemon: Volcarona Age: 23 Type: Bug/Fire Ability: Flame Body Nature: Serious
Height: 5’6”
Build: Wiry and scrappy, muscle built from labor rather than deliberate toning Occupation: Unemployed, searching. Gender: Female Sexuality: ??? Relationship: Single
I AM STRUGGLING TO PICK A HAIRSTYLE FOR NIKETA'S REDESIGN
help me decide friends???
what is the most noticeable thing of my art style?
I don’t ever get a lot of feedback about my art so if anybody wants to say anything my ask box is open~!
Alternate questions: What do you think I need to improve on? What do you wish I’d do more of?
uncomfortable kids stuck at their rich parents parties
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casually leaves wip garbage crack sketch here.....
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Finding Maya exercising was about as eventful as finding the sun had risen yet again. If she wasn't bussing tables and taking orders with a flawless but insincere smile, she was probably out by herself running or enjoying the outdoors in some manner or another. Today, she was relieving an evening's worth of stress from uppity restaurant patrons by jogging along a beach.
Who came to the beach in the winter, right? It was nice and peaceful for her, quiet at dusk and--although frigid--largely untouched by the season's wretched ice and frost. Bless the tides, she thought absently.
Things were going just peachy for her during the first part of her run. No people, just peace and quiet and the sound of the ocean and the cool shadow of heavy clouds. As if on cue, her hair tie broke and the enormous mass of fire colored curls all but exploded from where they had been tied at the crown of her head. The infernape came to sudden stop.
"Shit," she muttered to herself, breathing heavy as she looked around in the sand for the tie in vain, hoping it hadn't snapped entirely though she knew it had. She was presently gathering her hair up in her hands and holding it over her head, rather not inclined towards the feeling of hair against her skin when it was covered in sweat. Gross.
And then thunder rolled in the distance.
"Shit," she repeated, louder.
(Bonus:
exercise maya. less smiley atm though.)
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Priscilla Pierpont, a Serperior, is 28 years old, and has a Sassy Nature. Once the "Team Leader", Priscilla is extremely good at managing people and commanding authority. She's also snarky as hell, but always from behind a very cool and detached demeanor. Once her team finished traveling the Unova region, she decided to take up work as a private investigator to make use of her cleverness and way of.. persuading information from others. However, given her tendency to take a situation head on and the fact she is a classically trained fencer, she is not always the best private investigator.
Archimedes "Archie" Fischer, an Eelektross, is 27 years old, and has a Brave Nature. He functioned somewhere between a 'Team Brother' and 'Team Know It All' during his time in Unova and somehow ended up as Priscilla's assistant after they retired, likely due to their shared love of knowledge. He is book smart and a quick thinker, but quicker to anger and quicker to put his foot directly into his mouth. Despite his incredible aptitude for all things academic, he always acts before he thinks and finds himself in a lot of situations where his butt gets kicked. Needless to say, he does not make the best assistant private investigator either.
SCREAMS LOUDLY BACK AT YOU MUCH CLOSER BECAUSE WHY IS THIS WOMAN SO HOT PLEASE SEND HELP
sCREAMS LOUDER
BANSHEE LEVEL SCREAMING
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PUCKER UP
19. aggressive kiss
(IS THAT EVERYONE? DID I MISS ANY RP POSTS? PLS TELL ME OMG ;A; i feel real bad about my brief absence there. school blah blah talking to legislators blah blah math tests blah blah blah
BUT ACTUALLY. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYONE OMG. Or if you just wanted to rp cause ya know. <:3c I am trying to catch up today!!)
Rosaline’s incurable sweet tooth had been nagging at her most of the day.
Working security for a higher military office wasn’t easy. She’d been up since the crack of dawn, waking up in a panic under the pretense that she hadn’t performed her nightly rounds to be sure nothing was out of place. It was kind of her employer to let her make her home on his premises, but he still never let up an inch and the last thing she needed was an earful. Rosa spent the rest of the day in a sour, dreary haze after that, and once she was given leave for the day she wasted little time in taking off in order to find a bite to eat.
A variety of pleasant scents drew Rosa toward a bakery that she hadn’t paid mind to before; it was probably the ferocity with which her stomach was growling that made her take notice. She slipped inside, jingling the bell on the door and tucking her tail in behind her before it closed.
What awaited her inside the store impressed her, and already her mood was lifted. But deciding on something from a spread like this was going to be hard.
Hmm… maybe something red velvet.
Anshu spent the majority of his time in the bakery... or directly above it in his apartment. It was convenient to live in the space above his own shop, but he did feel like he never really left as a result. If he were anyone else, anyone with an ounce less of patience, it might have grated on him over time. He was, however, an endless well of good-will and calm and so it never seemed to bother him. At the very least, his customers never saw any irritation. Maybe he was just an exceptionally good businessman.
At the jingling sound of the door, he emerged from the kitchen through a door that led directly behind his counter. The apron he wore was splattered with a mess of flour and spices, some of the mess migrating onto his brown button down despite wearing the protective apron. A spoon, coated in what looked like chocolate cake batter, floated near his head. The benefits of psychic powers and all that jazz.
He dusted his hands on his apron fruitlessly and smiled at the (frankly somewhat intimidating looking) woman standing in his shop. "Hello there," Anshu drawled. "Can I help you with anything special?"
"Mhm!"
Ume nodded firmly and gently pulled on one of the feelers, making it stretch out more than it had been originally. One would think it would be painful to do such a thing, but to the rabbit it was this nice little tickling sensation. Kind of like when a feather brushes against your skin!
"It’s cause of these!" She stretched out the other one as well, the smile and blush still on her face. "If someone touches these feelers, they instantly fall asleep. I’m not exactly sure why they do that though, so I’m pretty careful when it comes to getting close to someone."
Hands suddenly let go of the feelers, the curls quickly looping back into place like nothing had disrupted them to begin with. Giving the tuft of fur one last fluff, the mega looked back up at Cal and felt a giggle rise up in her throat. “It’s also why back where I’m from we exchange kisses instead of hugs when we greet someone! No one wants to fall asleep when they first meet someone!”
Cal nodded knowingly when she stretched out one of the coiled up feelers, although he truthfully had no idea what she was showing him. He assumed it was nothing scandalous or she would probably be much more flustered, but it certainly wasn't something he saw on any other pokemon. Still, he didn't want to appear stupid, and continued to nod as she spoke.
Frankly, it was a bit too much nodding, but he didn't realize.
"Well!" he said at last, shoving his hands in his pockets because he didn't really know what else to do with them. Would he fall asleep if he shook her hand? She hadn't clarified. Better safe than sorry! "That's cool. A little weird, but neat. I've never met anyone who puts people to sleep. Or does the kissy kissy thing. Well, maybe if you're from Kalos. Don't they do the cheek kissing thing there? Where they go..." he leaned in to the empty space between them, pantomiming kissing someone on one cheek and then the other. "mwah! Mwah!"
— That’s true. I can never deal with the winter although I do love the snow and how everything looks. The tough battle! —
She chuckled, folding her hands over her lap as she listened to the Empoleon talk. Watching him pull the coin out from the back of her ear her eyebrows raised as she smiled.
— That’s a neat trick. A Jacket would have been lovely but the trick was great none the less! —
Harry lit up like a beacon when she complimented his magic trick, all smiles and bashful pink tint across his cheeks. "Well thanks! People think that one's pretty standard so most of the time I just get, like, eye rolls. I bet they would be really impressed if I could pull a jacket out from behind ears though."
He stopped his sentence quite abruptly, looked as if something had suddenly dawned on him, and turned to stare at his... shoulder. After a moment of this silence, he whipped his head back to the girl rested on his lap.
"Hey! I can't make a coat appear, but do you want mine? I really don't need it. Cold doesn't bother me."
Aria sighed, having felt a little tired on this day of love and what not. She was let out of work early and needless to say she wasn’t feeling all that…loved. Having gotten into it with her brother over the phone really just seemed to be a damper on her whole mood. She sighed heavily as she held her purse close, dressed cutely for the day itself…still didn’t make her feel any better. ” What a day…” she said, letting out a little yawn and letting her ears droop back some. It was then that she heard someone speak to her, turning around as a man approached her holding what looked like sweets.
" Oh! Thank you very much" she said, giving a little smile as she reached over and took one of the desserts off the plate, taking a little nibble at it before her ears shot up and she looked at the Alakazam " Oh these are wonderful! Ah did you make these yourself? Its so tasty" she said, giving him a bright smile .
Anshu was always happy to find people appreciative of his work rather than just taking it with a nod and wandering off, though he was certainly accustomed to the latter. He smiled back at her, subdued but every bit genuine. "I did, miss, thank you for your kind words," he responded warmly. "You're welcome to have another, if you wish. Most others have already placed and picked up their orders, so I fear there is little interest in tiny cakes."
He looked briefly up and down the street, somewhat disappointed to not see many others out and about. Fewer people to entice into buying from his bakery (he was a businessman) but if nothing else, it gave him time to converse with the friendly girl. Turning his attention back to her, Anshu smiled again. "May I ask your name, miss?"
Xavier chuckled a little, looking at Neva as she continued to ramble on a little, looking down a little as she stuck out her hand. Well formal wasn’t she? He snickered a little before taking out his hand and shaking hers firmly. His hands were rough and cut up a little., but warm none the less. ” …Xavier.” he muttered a little, before sort of going back to his usual bored/angry looking expression as he slipped his hand back into his pocket. ” …Ice is totally cool huh? Tch I’ll live without it thanks” He hated ice…he hated the cold…but that was the dragon in him of course…they were never too keen on the stuff. He looked off a little bit ahead, ” …what are you doing on this side of town anyways? Don’t usually see bright faces on this parts”
Her hands were cold, as if she regularly chilled them in ice, and peppered with little paper cuts (pains of working in a book store), but otherwise small and delicate as a lady's might be expected. She deliberately did not respond to his comments regarding ice because, in all her social wisdom, she had a sneaking suspicion that she would not be able to sell him on its virtues.
Hesitating only a moment to try and figure out if it was an insult or observation to have her 'bright face' referenced, she clapped her hands together and gave a short, somewhat bashful laugh. "Oh, uh! Well, I am totally, 100% lost, actually. I was on my way to check out a book store I had never heard of and I am pretty sure I took the wrong bus? Or maybe I took the right bus and missed my stop. Maybe the store doesn't exist!"
Neva noted that she was doing that rambling thing, coughed, and gave another bemused laugh.
"So, anyway, I just sort of ended up here. I thought I was at a bus stop. I get the feeling I was wrong... uh, again."
