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"Did you know that Mightyena’s noses are about ten times as strong as a human’s? Even if you smell fine to yourself, Nana might be suffering. Besides, look at her! She’s covering her nose and everything!”
"Err....
--and who are you, exactly?!"
"You’re still wearing too much cologne. You’ll hurt the noses of Pokemon everywhere!"
"Well, I smell perfectly fine to me."
"My Pokemon agree. Isn't that right, Nana~?"
"..... Nana."
❝…Figures you’d look down on the power of this little guy here. ❞
Gold shook the plant, careful to keep the dirt from flying all over himself; he was not the intended target here. Thinking it was better to be twice as armed, he reached down and plucked another weed out of the ground.
There was an obvious deepening of his scowl when they turned away from him. Pretty stupid of them to take their eyes off of a threat.
Whatever.
❝ You’re the one who wants to fight dirty, so don’t blame me for whatever happens~ ❞
He did not have the best aim so he shuffled closer before he swung back and threw weed #1 towards them.
—and then it was with a loud battle cry that he lunged at them.
When the mound collided with the back of his head, the unsuspecting child straightened his back on impulse. If it weren't for the discomforting feeling of loose ground falling down the back of his coat, he could have probably ignored it.. but things clearly weren't going his way.
His sense of rage welling within him, mixed with the shivers that ran down his spine like the bacteria-laced gravel in his clothing, he turned on a heel to face them at what was arguably the worst time. Ruby barely caught a glimpse of his opponent before he was thrown backward against the cold hard ground.
"Wha--"
He let out an exaggerated groan of displeasure, which was, of course, in response to the sudden headache that consumed his cracked skull. There was a second spent with his eyes winced shut and his teeth grip, absorbing the pain and coming to terms with it. Once he found his senses (quite quickly), he also found his hands pressing themselves against their shoulders in the weakest attempt to shove them away.
"GET OFF ME!"
"At least it's a good smell!"
"I had to learn not to breathe around that one."
I've let myself act spontaneously upon my battle reflexes again.
I.. ...cαɴ'т ѕтαy нere αɴyмore!!
♥ Independent role play for Ruby from the Adventures manga.
♥ Takes place mid-way into the fourth chapter.
♥ --But extremely flexible with time-lines.
♥ Over ten years of experience.
♥ Any and all genres of role play acceptable.
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Ruby measures Sapphire only when she's sleeping
”I’d be dead if I’d tried it while she was awake.
Someone like that has no concept of gratitude!”
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Ruby measures Sapphire monthly
”Just the one time—
and with her current attitude,
I’m not going to be doing it ever again.”
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"Kiss me, quick!" {{ iDeK hi
12. Old scars
"Those must’ve really hurt, Ruby," Yellow mumbled, staring at the scars on his forehead that he’d just revealed to her. "I’m really sorry about what happened to you, and I know I can’t make it up, but…" She reached up on her toes and pressed her lips against his scars, then pulled back with a grin. "A kiss to make it feel better! A few years late, I know, but better late than never, right?"
❝…You little…!!!
You want an attack huh, Fine.
I’ll show you an attack.❞
❝ Don’t complain when you start bawling, I warned ya’.❞
Unfortunately, he couldn’t out right sock the kid in the face— Gold wished he could. He was already imagining in it, but when it came to dealing with children, the best tact was always the simplest.
Play by their rules and absolutely destroy them.
With a swagger in his step, he took an immediate sharp right turn and picked out the biggest, ugliest looking weed. Grabbing it firmly by the base to keep the roots and the most important part, the dirt, attached.
❝ Last chance, Brat. You’ve got three seconds to move before I clobber you.❞
Ruby promptly turned his back to him, hand still raised in a rejecting manner. However, as he heard them step into the bushes, one eyebrow perked up in curiosity. Slowly looking back over his shoulder--being the soon-to-be slain cat he was--he caught a glimpse of the weeds and it took every bit of his willpower not to laugh at them.
"Well,
would you look at that.
The imbecile can MOVE if he wants to."
He did let out a tiny snicker though, as a form of taunting them as he turned his head to his front. "Now was that so hard?" It was clear he wasn't taking their threat seriously.
"How exactly do you plan on accomplishing that?
By giving me a grass stain? I'm so scared."
Truthfully, a grass stain WOULD dampen his mood, but they didn't need to know that. For all they knew, he was an impenetrable wall of manliness who feared no pesky stain.
"A-a Contest trainer?" She was a little surprised, it was rare for her to run into Contest trainers, and he was one of them? The Kantonese trainer was a little excited, somebody new, and she had a lot of questions. But of course, being who she was, she kept them inside.
"T-that’s really cool, Ruby! I-I’ll be sure to vote for you!"
She had turned around to give him a soft, sheepish smile, before turning back around and starting to walk again, feeling a small amount of weight being lifted off her shoulders.
"...." It was the first time anyone had taken him seriously on that. The response was so unexpected it took a second to soak in, but when it did, his mood quickly elevated and a smile stretched wide across his face. That time, it was genuine.
"GREAT!"
Of course, he followed after, but with a certain skip to his step that time. Though part of him hesitated to do so--if only because his prepubescent mind was hyper-aware of the opposite sex--once he caught up to her, he tossed an arm over her shoulder and kept on walking like that. "You're my type'a person, Leaf! I can tell we'll get along just fine!"
"Oh wait.
Child molester was the word I was looking for."
❝…! Listen here you,
I’m from Johto and since I’m a goddamn saint, you’re obviously lying.❞
Yeah, ‘Upstanding Citizen' Gold right here.
❝ Go home and cry to your mommy, if you think I’m being mean to you.
Hey, you started this!!
I wasn’t the one who was standing around, getting in the way of weary trav…..
………Did you seriously just say that.
I’M ALREADY HIKING. You know the thing that involves long distance walking outdoors, the whole ‘exploring, getting to know the land' sha-bang,
….Oh c’mon, just move already. Beating up little kids is not a good rep’ to have around the ladies.❞
"Saint!?
You're the one who attacked me!"
"Listen to this! I was just standing here, minding my own business..."
"WHEN I WAS VERBALLY ASSAULTED BY SOME MANNER-LESS HOODLUM WITH A SUPERIORITY COMPLEX WHO CAN'T EVEN COMPREHEND THE INANE IDEA OF WALKING AROUND SOMEONE ON THE STREET, FOR ARCEU--"
"Yuh--You know what..
I'm not playing this game."
"I don't care if you're from Johto or Albuquerque. I'm going to show my maturity by not allowing myself to be drug into an argument with someone who is clearly not mentally capable of handling anything with a shred of decency."
"I'm above this. You're thin air to me." Talk to the hand.