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✎ of this little sunshine pretty please? :)
✎ - sketch request meme
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✎ dat bae Caitlin <3
much larger version here ( x )
✎ Violet, if you could? I loooove your art!
Send ✎ and the name of a character and I’ll do a quick sketch of them.
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☼ - for my character’s reaction to having found yours, fast asleep.
One could scarcely fathom that this young man had once been the notorious Natural Harmonia Gropius. His smiles are as sparing as his words, each of them keen and arrived at through careful consideration. It was clear he lived without excess, was a constant employer of rumination as made plain by his questions, his frankness, and his courage to remain categorical about his past. There was no room to second guess his sincerity, although Ingo had never looked unfavorably on his background. As it stands, light political and metaphysical discourse had led the Subway Master to find even less reason not to respect Natural.
He travels to make reparations, to absorb the reality and assimilate within which Pokemon and humans dwell in harmony. It was the stigmatic image projected upon him by the elder Gropius that perpetually cast a defaming shadow behind the ex-Plasma, but Natural does not utter a word concerning his relation to his father. Ingo does not ask.
by わかな
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☼ - for my character’s reaction to having found yours, fast asleep.
She has a way with making the most of her talents, as is evident with the way she burns herself out by the end of the day. The Whitney he had acquainted with on day one had only posed one side of her, a volatile streak, or so it seemed to him. It was no overstatement to suggest that her gusty, tearful reaction to her initial defeat in the Battle Subway had been enough to cause Ingo bouts of cold sweat when in her presence. Despite being well versed on the essentials of motivation, consolation has certainly never been a strong suit.
Thankfully, the days that followed served to appropriately reveal otherwise of the type of personality Whitney truly is.
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☼ - for my character’s reaction to having found yours, fast asleep.
She is a soundest of sleepers, yet not, he reckons, the most refined.
Granted, the novelist is industrious in her line of work. At times, wholly tireless. Her publications, be they stories or novels, seem to make that fact conspicuous by reading plain like day with their highly empirical stances on the great many trainer experiences she waxes lyrical about.
Indeed, the Subway Master finds her works to be engrossing, in a way which remains true to both life and author. At the same time, they hold a quality which propels the audience through a dramatically changeable ride. It reflects on how Shauntal, who seems to make precise use of literary devices and elements, exhausts herself in order to exact the conveyance of her stories.
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☼ - for my character’s reaction to having found yours, fast asleep.
Something is offbeat, as one would find the second hand of a clock ticking back and forth, perpetually stuck between two seconds. The lights are down in the lounge room, but the subtle, pasty form curled up upon the chesterfield does not go disregarded. A child sleeps. The downy plushy of an Archen is nestled expectantly in Emmet’s tiny arms, as though the tighter the hold, the quicker the realization of the dream the twins share. One day, their starry-eyed archaeologicalinterests would see the renaissance of the Mesozoic era - one fraction of it, at the very least, as children have the tendency to fashion a world out of small articles discovered in the most obscure corners of geographical magazines. Fossil Pokemon had been all of the rage.
Even Ingo had once been so passionate that he would smuggle a flashlight beneath the covers with his younger brother, so that they may intrigue one another over their dream Pokemon team over the monthly digests. Where had that childish ingenuity gone?
Send me a ☼ for my character's reaction to having found yours, fast asleep and half hanging off of the bed/couch.
The ship is safest when it is in port, but that’s not what ships were built for.
Paulo Coelho, The Pilgrimage (via emotional-algebra)
by イヌワシ
"I remember that you enjoyed this brand of tea so I made it especially for you," Morty says with a pleasant smile, his hand fingering the seal in his pocket. He prays that the paralyzing effects of the tea lasts long enough for him to slap a seal on his 'friend'. He needs to ensure that Ingo returns to his former self. It's his fault for exposing him to spirits in the first place and untrained as he was, it's easy for spirits to possess the man. Well, this one's going to learn a painful lesson.
Possession meme: AU
Interference.
₴ "Ingo...what's happening to you? You're scaring me..."
₴ - Possession Meme.
The dread in the duplicate of his voice earns the other man his interest at last.