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themaryiestsuetoeversue

Don’t worry, friend, her duo was just complaining for the sake of it. “I don’t expect you to feed everybody, they’re just being nuisances.” They took her reprimand in stride, changing tune and floating delightedly around her head, grinning madly. Yes, they were nuisances, how kind of you to say so!

She was responsible for feeding her own team, and nobody else. She took her food. “Thanks.” Bon appetit. 

“Even so, it’s rude to call them that.” He said lightly as he dug into his own bowl. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t noticed their reaction. To someone like him, it was difficult not to see. Even his own pokemon gave the channeler a nudge.

He ignored it, of course, finding no reason to respond as he took another scoop from his bowl. “What brings you out here late at night?”  

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case file . shoki         @fearlessfortitude

While Shoki could see the auras fade, he saw their spirits leave. The father was confused, unaware of their loss, staring at what had once been their bodies: smattered and lost. He would be the one to sent them off, assisting their spirits in leaving this plane just as his teacher had taught him.

“I know that! I ... I just --- ”

At this point, he was beyond listening, but he approached them: those lost spirits. The parents of the Zorua twins had passed in the fight. Even with Cain, they’d come too late to save them. Their injuries were embedded far passed any healing they could provide, but the twins weren’t aware. They nudged their parents’ bodies with their noses, waiting for them to wake before turning towards the channeler and letting out a small ‘yip.’

It was all his fault. 

He’d seen them --- those bandits --- ready to attack that house the Zorua family had lived next to, and he’d done nothing. If he’d been a little more proactive. If he wasn’t so focused on that (failed) mission of his --- maybe. Maybe a life could have been saved.

He fell to his knees as he felt the ghostly shadow of the Zoroark’s spirit --- the mother --- press against his form, almost comfortingly before returning to her children. Shoki might not have been able to feel them or sense them as he had, but, asides from the lack of warmth, they felt the same as they would have alive. Their soft fur brushed against his cheek.

It might have seemed insignificant to the teen, but this little family was one he’d passed by nearly every day on this mission he’d been on. Up until the very end, he’d become familiar with the dynamics of the kits and their parents. 

He was still a naive member of InterPol to be so easily swayed like this. Even if he’d faced cases just as tough, it was still difficult. To get close and personal with even the ‘side characters,’ was not something he should be doing. And, yet, here he was. He wasn’t even sure if it was due to his own history or something more that yanked at this heart more than usual.

Perhaps, it was because he was a channeler that he was more sensitive to those passing. The spirits of these Zoroark were fading as their children let out a pair of high pitched howls, as if sending them home. He lifted his head, watching the parents fade to the next plane. The father nodded in his direction while the mother looked upon their children sadly.

Once they’d gone, the twins sat next to the bodies of their parents.

The channeler took a deep breath, regaining what little composure he had. Even so, his voice was still raw. 

“ ... we should move them. Bury them or something.”   

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floralfiness

Fanned wings splaying out in an array of vivid purples and blues, the Sensu Oricorio suddenly lunged into the air and flapped its ghostly wings. Feathers scattering from around its form took on a rather spectral-like lighting from inside the building. 

Turning her body and fanning her feathers too and fro, Meldoy constructs the fallen feathers into wisps, then brings her wings upward for the wisps to trail up and around her. A sudden snap of their wings stretched out wide made the wisps disperse, shaping them immediately into opening florals of flowers glimmering in their own unique spectacle. 

Before either of them knew it, with one flick of their feathers and Melody was already twisting in a spiral. The feather tucked behind her head, previously already dipped in nectar, is plucked and held into her mouth as the ghastly wisps close in on her, slowly creating an effect where the ‘fire’ would slowly transform her into a brilliant shade of crimson. 

Flashing her wings out, the brilliant bird lands on the ground again and proceeds to bow for their performance. Staring up at him with half lidded eyes, as if to say ‘am I impressive for your audience now?’ 

Amused by the little performance, Sol looks at Melody in pride for a moment before she chuckles at Vali. “I think she likes you. Sensu are able to summon spiritual wisps and the dead from the ground and entrance their opponent. I actually don’t know if it would upset or rial up any of the other ghost types yet. Trevenent seems to be pretty alright with her around.” 

He’d watched wide eyed at the previously(?) ghost pokemon’s change. All it took was a bit of nectar, huh? That’s pretty neat. He couldn’t help clapping at the end, not with the almost expectant look she seemed to give. 

“Oh, is that right?”

It had him thinking. Having a little bird like her would be useful then. Being able to do something like that was something his master had wanted him to learn. He wasn’t that talented yet---more so focusing on sending off spirits than waking and bringing some back.

Or, hm. 

How would that work? The point of sending them to the other world was to grant them rest. If they were brought back then --- maybe they weren’t really sent back in that case.

His pokemon hadn’t stirred: not that one hiding in his shadow nor the others that hid in his supplies. Even Cain hadn’t chosen to react, lying against the table almost as though it were comfortable there. 

Almost.  

He redirected his attention towards the now red bird, having nearly forgotten to compliment them. “You’re a very talented one, aren’t you?” 

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starstiarnas

The trainer shook her head with a nervous smile as she pushed past her own self-consousness.

“N-No-! No, that is alright. I just didn’t exactly expect it is all.”

Sighing, the remainder of her anxiety seemed to leave her and her smile became more genuine once more, although she was a bit too tired to meet his eyes again, so she simply staired into the tea in front of her.

“I confess I am better at handling Ice-types, my first Pokemon was a Sneasel but- I was raised in a rather cold city, there is a great deal of Ice-Types that made their home there. They were both beautiful and kind when I saw them as a child, I suppose I felt drawn to them.”

A stray hair had fallen from behind her ear, and she took the time to carefully tuck it back again. Sarah chanced a look up to his face, seeing him still paying attention made her smile grow slightly.

“Although there isn’t a Pokemon I haven’t liked, perhaps if I hadn’t have been particularly profissiant with Ice I might have been a more well-rounded trainer when I was younger- not that I regret it.”

Oh, she must have been babbling by then, that was embarasing. She cleared her throat gently before bringing the tea cup to her lips.

“What about you sir? Do you specialize in a particular type?”

It was pleasing to see how relaxed the woman became as they talked about her specialties. To be more accurate, it was a pleasing sight. In contrast to the stereotypes he’d often seen ice users have, the woman hardly seemed ‘frosty.’ Perhaps, he silently noted how Sarah made sure he was paying attention --- and he definitely was, she simply didn’t get the chance to speak as freely as she’d liked. 

Remy tilted his head slightly as the question was returned to him, quirking a brow before shaking his head all the same. Had she forgotten just why he had come to meet her so easily? Well, he was pleased to see that he was good company then.

Even so, he let out a breathless laugh, “ghosts types are my specialty.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice as if someone were to listen in on them. “It comes with the job, you know.” He wasn’t about to mentioned how they’ve been in the company of various of them right now. 

And then he leaned back, “I don’t imagine having a rounded team would be entirely beneficial either. At least in the sense of having various specialties. Perhaps, a small, nit group --- befitting an average trainer. We can’t all be young prodigies.” 

The waiter came just then, delivering their snacks -- his was just the light toast. Jam was set on the side of his plate along with butter. He busied himself with them idly, using it more as another distraction than actually being hungry.

“Well, I suppose I should be asking more about what has been happening to you now.”

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Physical Traits: Female  ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿  Male Scrawny ⦿⦾⦾⦾⦾  Bulky Short  ⦾⦿⦾⦾⦾  Tall Weak  ⦾⦿⦾⦾⦾  Strong Clumsy  ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ Agile Slow ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾  Fast

Personality Traits: Lawful ⦾⦾⦿⦾⦾  Chaotic Good ⦾⦾⦿⦾⦾  Evil

Feminine  ⦾⦾⦿⦾⦾  Masculine Chaste  ⦾⦿⦾⦾⦾  Lustful Heterosexual  ⦿⦾⦾⦾⦾  Homosexual Romantic  ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾  Aromantic

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vino’s mix set

“505″ Arctic Monkeys I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked

“Guillotine” Jon Bellion The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway

“Copycat” Gumi Fukoshi I'll become what you like this is what you've wanted...right?

older!vino mix set

“Old Yellow Bricks” Arctic Monkeys You can't kid us And you couldn't trick anyone

“The Kill” Thirty Seconds To Mars I tried to be someone else, but nothing seemed to change I know now, this is who I really am inside.

"Looking Back" Keane Feels like your mind's always somewhere else You're always looking over your shoulder

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themaryiestsuetoeversue

She jumped, not really expecting anybody to be there. Wow, her ghosts could have warned her! Those jerks.

“I can have one?” Taking someone else’s food - but he offered? Maybe…? 

“You don’t have to bother feeding the incorporeals.” They bitched and whined and made all sorts of ‘how could you’ drama, but even they wouldn’t take food from a living thing that didn’t have excess and, well…

In the team’s experience as a whole, camping meant you didn’t usually have much to share.

Ah, right. 

There were plenty of pokemon trainers around, and he’d only made enough for another. His pokemon enjoyed feeding in various other methods, often taking turns while he slept. Then again, considering how much they had eaten lately, his team should be able to last a week without something substantial.  

He tilted his head towards the spare bowl and spoon. “Feeding your entire team may be out of my budget, but, for you, there should be more than enough.”

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floralfiness

It wasn’t a surprise if he didn’t know anything about them. Oricorio were one of Alola’s pride and joy, after all. Even Soleil favored them for being the region’s most promising birds to keep around when festivities would suddenly arise. 

“They’re very energetic depending on what kind you invest your time into. Electric, fire, ghost, and psychic are the choices you will have if you ever come across any, and so far from what i’ve studied from my own Oricorio, it seems like Ghost-types are a lot more docile and calm.” 

Sol’s pokeball even twitched and popped open, revealing the pokemon in question. 

An array of purple feathers fan out while the flying-type elegantly poses with a rather regal look hinted in their eyes. The new presence of the trainer before them gained the ghost-type’s attention, although Melody (the Oricorio) kept itself nice and calm in order to fully display its plumage. 

“This is the Sensu-Oricorio form Melody decided to take on. Usually they are used in special specific rituals to help put restless spirits and ghost pokemon to rest with their elegant dance. Amazing, aren’t they?” 

“A pokemon that could change into different types?” 

Ah, so it was the pokemon from the pamplet. He’d been expecting something larger than life than a bird. Maybe something like a large dragon type pokemon or maybe a small dog-like one. Yet a bird one didn’t make sense to him for some reason. Maybe because he couldn’t imagine them being as impressive.

But, his whole world changed once she brought one out. A small, docile and calm thing seemed to shake away the sparkles from the energy given by the pokeball, letting its wings shimmer even more so in his eyes. That look she gave sent shivers down his spine in a way very rare pokemon do.

“She--She’s so cute!”

He tried to cover his face, knowing how expressive it was at the moment. Try as he might, it wouldn’t have hide just how high his voice had gotten towards the end of that line from just seeing the bird.

Oh, he could only hope she wouldn’t fly away after that. 

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Meanwhile, Sarah had known that someone was near simply based on the unusual sounds, but opted to just continue on with her walk with Chauncey. 

Well-

She wasn’t taking a walk EXACTLY…. Sarah had unfortunately gotten lost on the way back to the place she was staying again, but damned if she was going to ask for help just yet. 

In the meantime she elected to stay somewhat unaware of her surroundings, holding up Poke’puffs to encourage Chauncey to stand on her hind legs for a few moments at a time as they made their way down the path. 

Despite not wanting to disturb anyone, it had seemed that she had come across the trainer making all the ruckus anyways. Were they training? That was an odd way to train a Pokemon, but then again she hadn’t quite seen one like that before. Perhaps that was how you were supposed to do it.

Realizing she had been staring, she threw the last puff she had in her hand to the Alolan Vulpix before slowly nodding to the other trainer.

“…… Hello.”

There was really no harm in trying to meet new people, she was already trying to do that anyways. Chauncey had taken an interest in them as well, staring at the new person as well as the other Pokemon with her head cocked- almost to mimic her trainers curiosity. 

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It didn’t take long for the young man to begin to slide down onto the ground. In fact, it was after he’d been greeted that he’d fallen. He could practically hear the ‘tsk’ sound from his pokemon, judging him for resting in such a way after they’d just finished one round. 

He’d done pretty well, regardless of how strange it might have been to others. There were no marks on his clothing, no bruising from any damage. Even if Cain could have gone intangible, he never did, adding a bit more to the fear factor in their training. Or, perhaps, more so to the astonishment factor. It wasn’t as if that shield of Cain’s was light either. 

“Oh, hello?” He said in return, as if whatever they said had finally registered. Then, he glanced around quickly. The spot they’d had was rather nice, and if this was the girl’s territory, then he should probably move. “Are we in your spot?” 

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b-raypokemontime

“I think so, since I was able to get you to where you were going.” Balia blushed a little at what he was inferring, smile bashful. She wasn’t sure how to handle anyone flirting with her. Whether real or playful.

“Really it’s just that I remember faces first before people’s names come back to me…and auras.” she said the last as an afterthought. 

“I don’t think I ever did get your name though.” 

It’s not too surprising that he didn’t give his name in return. His name had changed in accordance with the mission, so it was better off utilizing his code name instead of an actual name --- hah, something she wouldn’t have access too.

“I don’t think I’ve ever given it.” He said in return, laughing a little. “And I don’t think you’ve ever given me the pleasure to hear yours.” 

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promisedtime replied to your post “ooc: I’m not able to do an art giveaway until the summer (because i’ll…”

( -pushes glasses up- i’ll take a hidden ability lileep in a dream ball pl0x. lolno. i’m surprised archeops isn’t one of the options or beldum for that matter. )

ooc: I know I did Beldum before at some point last year. If you want to hate yourself and have a Take Down Beldum in a Luxury Ball to suffer with. Unfortunately that’s pretty much all that comes with it, along with the preferred nature to it (adamant) 

Archeops I WAS going to try although you can’t breed Stealth Rocks down from it unfortunately too so what I could do is use the Archen I have breed onto it Knock Off and Head Smash. 

I could do it along with the Lileep and Amaura though because I already have full boxes of them and YES ALL OF THOSE LILEEPS ARE IN DREAM BALLS 

With good natures too, all of them will pretty much have a preferred nature 

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if you want torture, have a beldum in a heavy ball.

stealth rocks.

just

just use skarmory for that. 

nickname all the archeops with funny names. maybe shove bounce on there as the third for laughs if you can bred it on them ...

ACTUALLY, YES. GIMME A LILEEP THEN THEN ‘cause i’m getting back to updating all my sheets .. . . ... ... . .. . don’t look at me. i can give you my 6iv ditto if u want good ivs too. /rubs chin.

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Samurai Champloo (2004), Manglobe, Funimation Entertainment

Requested by a friend

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the secrets you tell me, i’ll take to the grave there’s bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyways.

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Starting a bullet journal - a tutorial

Tips for anyone who’d like to start a bullet journal but doesn’t know how/where to begin :)

Keep reading

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I’m crying I’ve been meaning to start a studyblr and bujo for basically half a year now and I was going to start today but you’ve reassured me so much bless you honestly thanks so much for this. 

So much of it addressed stuff I was facing bc I’m so overwhelmed by all the beautiful spreads and bujos out there and being the perfectionist procrastinator I am I was so so afraid to start but I think I’m gonna practise and actually just start like you said thanks again <3 <3 <3 

(I’ll tag you in the pictures once I’m done if you wouldn’t mind ?)

Hope you have a good day !

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This is such a sweet message, thank you so much for writing it!! I’m so happy I could help you with this little tutorial of mine :’) definitely tag me in your pictures, I can’t wait to see them!!! And good luck with your studyblr ^^

Have a lovely day as well, dear! 💖