FALLING DIAMONDS.

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       ———- BITES YOU TO SHOW A F F E C T I O N    ღ.

      - Primarily human pokemon OC rebooted.        - Independent, semi-private. Multi-Versed.       - Read rules & about before interaction. 

CREDIT.

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You guys are free to unfollow, as this blog is now going to be inactive. I cannot ever finish a blog in construction, and for that I am sorry. Much love.

[makeuphall]

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Uhhh, I realize I’m. Quite bare on poor Jupiter this as I work endlessly on my OC. Forgive me! I really should’ve never put this impulsive blog under construction godammit. You can expect me either to reboot soon or to shift to another blog...either or, my characterization is going to be rewritten and changed for the better.

Anywho, you can heart this for a short starter. You or I may go into messages to make it deeper and more comfortable. Hope to see more interactions in the future!

[thejarlofwhiterun]

There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle.

Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via floranymphea)

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(Drops a SMOL and Runs) oooo Gira seen the grump talking to this lady before, maybe she's a friend of his? The tiny Giratina floats right above her a moment. "Hiii~! are you a friend of Mr Grumpy?"

her secret lady senses tell her it’s small and cute, a ‘friend’ ( ????? ) of Cyrus, and could be as soft as an gulpin. she shouldn’t hug it, either way, but it isn’t actually tempting. this is GIRA, that wiggly hell worm that ruins everything. soon to take your Boss straight to hell.

uh, it’s massive EW. ❝Mr. Grumpy is Cyrus, am I right? If so... no. shoo.❞

[withironwings]

Some bad news

(( If you ever rped with Sphinx AKA @championofideals @duchessofflare @tranquilqueenofkalos @it-will-all-be-mine @bigsisterskull and probably some other urls I don’t know, you should read this.

edit- in the Marvel/DC rpc she had the urls @deadrobinwalking @hellequinnofgotham @russianfoxylady @eggplantdefender @thesleepdoctor and @thegoldmedalarcher ))

Keep reading

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ROMANCE HEADCANONS.

→  repost, do not reblog.

name:  Jupiter. nickname:  Jeanette Wilson. No one knows that, though. gender: female. romantic orientation: Grey romantic….but tbh? borderline aromantic.  preferred pet names:  She doesn’t care much about them, choose your preference. Something mildly insulting to decently insulting, something overly sweet— she’s pretty down for if she actually respects you. Equals are always with the slip out of with like  “darling”, “sweetie”, “dear”. Or insulting embarrassing ones that refer to their quirks, of course. 

relationship status:  Single and certainly not ready to mingle.  favorite canon ship(s):  PFFFFT DO THESE EVEN EXIST IN POKEMON? favorite non-canon ship(s):  Uhhhhhhhh - cyrusxjupiter is the closest, me thinks. opinion on true love: It exist. Indeed, there are some people out there that genuinely love a person, and that other person genuinely loves back. And they’re committed. She knows it true – Her parents gave her an example….!

,,,,,In general though? She’ll only laugh at such a claim. It comes in every Bluemoon, truly. opinion on love at first sight:  EHH, whateves. Probably some bullshit, or what? …She certainly hopes she isn’t going to be processed. But either way, it’s confusing when thinking about it and rather ridiculous at first; but when you legitimately seen this in action(it was probably parodied too) it’s pretty hard to resist. Jupiter can’t decide. how ‘romantic’ are they?: She’s passionate, regardless if it’s manipulating or genuine. All in all, there’s a large place of silliness in romance - despite how serious she might act. She won’t hesitate to squeal the happiest before giving you a bewear hug once you come back home. She’ll give you lots and lots of chocolate boxes, ESPECIALLY if you’re planning on losing weight. Will give you shakespeare quotes every week. ideal physical traits:  Look like you aren’t fragile. Willing to steal candy from a baby, atleast. She is not suited for those and will quickly grow tired. ideal personality traits:  maturity, wittiness, coldness, being commanding. Willing to work hard. high emotional strength, ….A good heart. unattractive physical traits: You could be the Jaba the hutt and have a chance to be with her. However, she DOES NOT appreciate younger faces. Cute boy looks, cute girls looks - no. Just no.  unattractive personality traits: Immaturity, hyperactivity, hyper sensitivity, laziness, near uselessness. ….cruelty. ideal date: starting shit worthy of being in jail - kiss a bit, maybe. Near caught experience from police to keep it spicy. When you’re done, go buy her some coffee from Starbucks. do they have a type?: All in all, Older man with little to no morals? That’s her most perferable type. Similars attract. average relationship length: Hasn’t been in a relationship. Though,,,, I imagine she can do atleast a whole year before departing.  preferred non-sexual intimacy: Eye-contact. Simple debates. Joking around. Then say yes if you want to start some trouble worthy to be arrrested with her. commitment level:  RIDE OR DIE, respectfully. Will cut SOMETHING off if you cheat - EVEN IF SHE’S PLAYING YOU. BE WARNED. opinion of public affection: Isn’t necessarily opposed. Cuddles will be nice - She doesn’t like someone too clingy, however. Is willing to totally embarrass you, but will back off - in due time. past relationships?:  Nope.

tagged by:  listen, i stole this. tagging:  @cronostellar, @criimsonsun, @ofdistortions, @hikaup and…………..idk. my dude. YOU.

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Jup: hates children and the idea of rearing one makes her have chills-

Also Jup: in mom friend hell. 

[ghostliied]

( ✦ ✦ — rcdotted ; ??? ✦ ✦ ✦ )

/ @renegaied Gift starter –

❝ …Eh? Giratina…?❞

                ❝Goodness, you red scarfed little thing! it coils you equivalent to centipede fashion. Bother a working women for that hellish creature–?❞

   their eyes finally connected. ( she hopes not a word of childish pokemon battle. )

   the women thought only, to completely slur her over to continue impressive focus like a purugly, for there was something MUCH more absorbing; the entirety of the special place, the talks of pantheon approaching, ( which would make anyone, especially a religious sinnohian with a insatiable lust for knowledge be babbling for days– though strangely she’s not of any blood here – ) where she grasps her pencil and notebook, to examine for some long nights. And then some. 

right now, trimmed fingertips waver on grasping the ancient pillars, drum, but do not separate.

  a busy looking women she looked, aware– no – calculating, from looks of beauty one could tell she wasn’t just of the brainless sort. well, more…IMMORAL, maybe(?) and not far from this somewhat monosyllabic exchange there would be mention of Giratina; the strange organization she worked for, still growing its wings, indeed mentions that of the banished god too.

( …tch. children. smart ones always asking questions and noticing that you look smart and kinda nerdy. tccchhh. )

❝Let’s take a quiz, first, curious miss. What would you know about it?❞ 

          “Ah-ha?? The Banished One?!” 

     Her eyes lit up with excitement when the other expressed any kind of interest about the legend. So maybe the stranger did know something. Maybe she could help her.

          “I would know many things about Giratina! I have read the lore. I have done studies of his creation and the banishment. I know of the Griseous orb – its capabilities and connection to the Renegade legend!!” She couldn’t help but to hum with excitement. 

     Yes, all of her time and energy spent outside of battles were focused on the legend of the Distortion World and its single inhabitant. She wouldn’t stop until she found the doors to it and spoke to the beast. Sure, she read about him in the books and heard the tales. But it was another thing to experience the god first hand. She intended to learn everything about Giratina – and nobody would stop her.

          “I know that much of my research done mentions Coronet and of Spear Pillar. I was hoping that perhaps these ruins would tell me a new story. Do you know of anything about Giratina?”

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                             ah, being so excited as too ignore a backhanded compliment? geez. though, the scientist would never admit, the sunny-side up of a morning fly is almost contagious ------         yeah, no. no it isn’t. that’s a simple jest that’s not funny; it makes our favorite purple women be pulled out of her comfort zone -----her poor, poor ears! grimacing quietly for obtaining this insect called... a child; but of course, she won’t let this ruin completely her concentrated tenor ( that could be compared to hyperfocus because she was that curious and focused ), oh no.            jupiter smiles innocently instead; it’s as devious as the banished one itself---- let us indulge this curious cat, in hopes she gets killed for it.

    ❝eh? dear me, you’re growing more crazy by the moment! luckily for you-- an scientist like jupiter, of course, would know something like this to indulge our fellow youngins,❞ one of her digits tap the pillars harshly to make a sound, to sway the girl’s eyes. then clears her throat.

      ❝-- a myth. a million years ago one, i recall: one of these pillars, in a small place to touch, allow an easier passage STRAIGHT, no lies! into the distortion world itself. giratina was lonely, he was angry, he was PERSISTENT. and, for atleast a second, he wanted a moment for himself out of his prison. the centipede wanted to feel the wind in his hair and dress, like a princess. you get the picture! i’m sure you do, since...❞ 

a low, teasing hum.

              ❝-- I know I know better. I think I found the JACKPOT.❞

[criimsonsun-a]

            “Hey, Mr. Fate Man, shuffle me a ninth life—”

                                 (I’ve been wrong, go long, throwing me a sharp right!)

It’s: 

Not a picture perfect life

Not what I had in mind… 

                             LET ME WRITE MY OWN LINE.                             

Cyrus Akagi of DPPT. Illuminated by Darki.

☆ .  ☆ .  ☆

[rhapsodic-evanescence]

Orbit

Could I love you, Sun? As you flare up tirelessly, endlessly. I revolve around you as you give me life, but I can’t even get close enough to touch. What if you burn me trying to warm me up?

Could I love you, Mercury? Your magnetic pull and retrograde relapses? Can I fit into your gaps and imperfections or would that be flying too close to the Sun?

Could I love you, Venus? Are you as beautiful as your name would claim? Entice me with the thought of chasing clouds even if it means I’ll get burned.

Could I love you, Earth? I’ve done it before. But you always leave me drowning in your infinite blue seas. Still, you are a breath of fresh air.

Could I love you, Moon? You’re so near, so touchable. You are soft and bright and I know you’ll never leave me. Can I tell you again how pretty you are amongst all the stars?

Could I ever love you, Mars? Or are you too rugged and rusted? Is there enough room in each crater for me to settle in? Is your atmosphere bearable enough for a visit?

Could I love you, Jupiter? You seem too immense to even know. One could get lost in the storm that never ceases or lost even further in all the untraveled distance. How vast would such a love be?

Could I love you, Saturn? Every ring? So light and so fast but so untouchable, so far. The only special thing about you is how quickly you float away.

Could I love you, Uranus? What a lovely pale aqua-green. So calming but so cold. Your icy exterior is too much to break through. How lonely the distance must be when you are so hard to reach.

Could I love you, Neptune? Or are you too cold? Too dark? When will I even see you when you’re so far away?

Could I love you, Pluto? Are you even there? I promise I won’t forget you like they always do. It just so happens that you are out of touch and out of mind.

— Could I love you, space? You leave me with so much unexplored depth that I don’t know what to do with it. // inspired by: @anonymous-hoper

[retroanimu]

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/ @renegaied Gift starter --

   ❝ ...Eh? Giratina...?❞

                ❝Goodness, you red scarfed little thing! it coils you equivalent to centipede fashion. Bother a working women for that hellish creature--?❞

   their eyes finally connected. ( she hopes not a word of childish pokemon battle. )

   the women thought only, to completely slur her over to continue impressive focus like a purugly, for there was something MUCH more absorbing; the entirety of the special place, the talks of pantheon approaching, ( which would make anyone, especially a religious sinnohian with a insatiable lust for knowledge be babbling for days-- though strangely she’s not of any blood here -- ) where she grasps her pencil and notebook, to examine for some long nights. And then some. 

right now, trimmed fingertips waver on grasping the ancient pillars, drum, but do not separate.

  a busy looking women she looked, aware-- no -- calculating, from looks of beauty one could tell she wasn’t just of the brainless sort. well, more...IMMORAL, maybe(?) and not far from this somewhat monosyllabic exchange there would be mention of Giratina; the strange organization she worked for, still growing its wings, indeed mentions that of the banished god too.

( ...tch. children. smart ones always asking questions and noticing that you look smart and kinda nerdy. tccchhh. )

❝Let’s take a quiz, first, curious miss. What would you know about it?❞

[gauntletpower-blog]

What I should do now is something I’ll have to decide for myself.

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[aomiins]

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❝hnn .. recalling that discouragement about having a balloon ego. i, regrettably, MAY have to swallow my words when you’re even something like our boss : when he absolutely needs a nourishing G O D COMPLEX in order to... 

                            ah --------  how ironic of me, how funny of me.❞