Gathering the Broken Strands

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@popgoesthesneaselreturns continuing from here: x

Her face still beaming, she leans down and gently scoops up Sal, and...pulls him into a hug, for now. And being careful not to poke him with her chest spike.

"Hello, my pretty! I have you now!" She says in a playfully "scary" croon, putting a faux-sinister smirk on her face. "You're mine for today!"

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syllusion​:

For once, it seems, the other person is more annoyed than Sylvia herself – quite a feat, as even she realizes. She looks back at him with her head inclined to one side, a tuft of her mane falling in front of one eye as she listens.

“I know you’re not.” She blinks. “I was joking.”

Maybe she should have made that clearer, since a Psychic-type would have trouble picking up on her thoughts due to her own typing. Oh well. Saying it outright did the job even better.

Watching him work for a little while longer, she finds herself strangely intrigued by the telekinetic craftsmanship. He’s clearly done this before, while she has trouble even figuring out what’s going on as she’s never taken the time to see how knitwork is made.

When Aloe speaks up again, she notes how much calmer he sounds – well, at least in one sense. Where he was ticked off before, he now sounds… more shy than anything. Sylvia considers that progress.

“It’s okay. I get that a lot.” Mostly from humans, though – they tend to be less perceptive when it comes to certain things. “And I’m Sylvia. I, uh. Live around here.” At least, she does now, having made herself at home here in just the past few days.

Hiding a flush at her words having been a joke, he clears his throat and says "Well, that makes two of us, I suppose," as an attempt at a joke from his end. At least the conversation wasn't in complete shambles.

"Well, sorry if I'm intruding on your territory then. I honestly have trouble picking up finer scents in this season, my allergies are annoying." He replies next, carrying on his knitting casually,, but duck his head at an angle in an attempt to hide an embarrassed flush that crept up on him.

After a brief moment’s silence, the Gardevoir puts down the weave he's working on, and clearing his throat to speak, his flush having faded away.

“If you don't mind, I was wondering if it’s fine I camp out at the edge of here till tomorrow evening, when I've finally got enough supplies to be on my way with?" He asks, shy but polite.

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Activity Notice

Likely to vary depending on the circumstances, but I'll be off-Tumblr on an on-and-off basis today and for some time going forward, due to more limited access to platforms capable of allowing it's use.

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Bold what applies to your character

DEFENSIVENESS:   arms crossed on chest //crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip/baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE:  hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows

SUSPICION: arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION: open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair// hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat// tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE: hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY: chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION: short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales

Tagged by: @spiky-thief

Tagging: @myradelphox @popgoesthesneaselreturns @blind-as-a-noibat and anyone else who wants to.

[emmetrain]

@scatteredstrandsrp​ liked for a starter!

It was close to their third-quarter birthday! What is the third-quarter birthday? Emmet’s chance to annoy his brother by saying how they have only three months till their birthday, and ALWAYS have the upper hand in having gifts and decorations prepared! The Battle Subway events were also planned inconspicuously on these made-up but dearly loved days by Emmet, and he made sure to pitch the idea at the busiest time of the day to make Ingo accept without thinking or realizing.

Under the scorching summer day, with his uniform only adding to the fire, Emmet had taken his spot to gather inspiration for his next gift and upcoming event around the Psychic-type pokemon. Emmet saw that Ingo was interested in the psychic pokemon of passengers lately, so the event was going to be perfect to gather even more pokemon of his brother’s interest!

Sweat was making his hair stick to his face, and his ponytail was banished from inside the hat to let out the heat at least a bit. Since it was his off-day, Emmet had his piercings, earrings, and added sunglasses to not be blinded by the sun while drawing his very important sketches.

Emmet raised his gaze from the paper and offered a warm, excited smile to the Gardevoir he caught the glimpse of. “Hi, there! I am Emmet! You are verrrrry pretty! We will hold an event featuring Psychic-type in the Battle Subway soon! I want to design a uniform as pretty as you to gift to my brother!” Emmet brought the chewed-to-death eraser side of the pencil to his mouth as he thought for a moment.

“I tried to draw you to understand how I could capture the elegance of you! Though it is not as good as I would like, I will keep on going! I have to win at being the best brother, and I like winning more than anything else!”

Emmet raised his hand to wave and motion at them. “I have brought some berries to apologize for any inconvenience I might cause! Would you like to have some?” 

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Walking through the park, Aloe was simply taking things slow, admiring the view of his surroundings for the moment, when he heard the voice of a human calling out to him. Letting out a surprised “Gard?” at it, he looks over to see a human in strange-for-the-weather garb and a pencil and notepad.

“H-hi there. Thank you..!” He stutters out, his face glowing pink a little as he curtsies in Emmet‘s direction. After he finishes this, he looks the human over again, then fixes eye contact on him. It wasn't very often that when he was in human inhabited areas, someone would be giving him much attention of this sort...

“I-I see...” he says after he finishes processing Emmet’s excited chatter. He could understand how he felt to a degree, since he himself had an older sister and a younger brother... At Emmet's gestures, Aloe shuffles a little nervously in place, then walks over to him. "Sure! And that's all fine." He replies.

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@unmeisenshi continuing from here: x

Sighing in a faux-defeated manner, Caden mutters “Yeah, that’s probably the case,” trying to hide an embarrassed flush from Sol’s laugh as he made his way in, saying “Th-thanks,” as he did so. On his sperson is a large woven sling bag.

After looking around for a moment to locate the bathroom, he asks Solaris “If you don’t mind, I brought my own towels for while I was out on a jog earlier, and I want to use those instead of any of yours..especially in case my fur gets places in there.”

[scatteredstrandsrp-a]

Where does your Anger lurk?

In your eyes

Rage in silence, wordless defiance, cheeks dampened, clenched fists trembled, yet cannot move, cannot rise, wronged, your heart demands justice and aches at its absence, you can do nothing but weep, tears filling the space fury hollows out.

Tagged by: @spiky-thief

Tagging: @skysnipsw @popgoesthesneaselreturns and anyone else who wants to do it/hasn't already.

[scatteredstrandsrp-a]

@blind-as-a-noibat continued from here: x

A few minutes after the Phantump put a berry near him, the Lucario stirs from sleep from a slight shill in the air coming from…somewhere, followed by him sensing an aura nearby.

Slowly rising to his feet, he strretches for a moment, then bumps the the berry with his foot by mistake. “Hrrrm?” he says, looking at the berry, then bending down to pick it up, giving it a quick look over.

Had someone left it here by mistake? As much as that was the most immediately logical conclusion, he didn’t recall it being here before now…THen, his thoughts are disrupted by his own stomach growling in hunger.

Laughing at the start he gave himself at first, Caden shrugs it off, then takes a bite out of the berry, a smile forming at the sweet taste of it spreading in his mouth.

[blind-as-a-noibat]

The Phantump did watch the sleeping Lucario for a few seconds after placing the berry next to them to see if they’d wake up soon but decided that watching another Pokémon sleep was kind of a creepy thing to do even if he is a ghost type. Caben thought that it would be best for him to get back to picking more berries and placing them in his basket, making sure to hand it off to Locke once it started getting too heavy for the small Pokémon to handel.

Caben is currently working on picking some berries from a nearby berry tree as he does still want to interact with the Lucario, which he assumes is a shiny just like him, and to also continue helping his friend with his self assigned chores. His basket is laying on the ground by the base of the tree and every so often the Phantump gently floats down to place it in the basket or simply tries to carefully drop it into the basket in an attempt to make sure it doesn’t bounce off the other berries and land on the ground instead.

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After he finishes eating the berry, Caden wipes his mouth and looks around him, curious about the aura he felt earlier. He was certain someone or...something, had passed by earlier before he woke up entirely. But, as intrigued as he was by that, what he really needed to do right now was find shelter for later...

Well, that was what he had on mind at first when he was setting out from his sleeping place...until he came across the sight of a Phantump picking berries. Stopping to watch what was going on, Caden eventually has a thought that sticks in his head, and makes him approach them.

“Hello there, you look like you’re busy!” He says, a fRiendly smile on his face. Giving the little Ghost-type a wave, he then stops a moment to think of what he wants to ask. “I wasw just walking along the way when I noticed your work here, and I couldn’t help but wonder...did you lose a berry somewhere along the way?”

[scatteredstrandsrp-a]

@gamblewave (plotted starter):

Walking along the promenade overlooking the river, a Gardevoir wearing a short faux-fur coat loosely set over his shoulders is busy taking pictures with a digital camera of the water below and the activity going...so asorbed into it, he almost walks into a pair coming by.

Letting out a yelp, the Gardevoir moves aside in time to avoid bumping into them, dropping the camera over the side in the process. “Oh, hello there..! Sorry for that, I wasn’t paying attention at the moment,” he sheepishly says to them, brushing his hair out of his face, the looking over to where the camera.

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@blind-as-a-noibat continued from here: x

A few minutes after the Phantump put a berry near him, the Lucario stirs from sleep from a slight shill in the air coming from…somewhere, followed by him sensing an aura nearby.

Slowly rising to his feet, he strretches for a moment, then bumps the the berry with his foot by mistake. “Hrrrm?” he says, looking at the berry, then bending down to pick it up, giving it a quick look over.

Had someone left it here by mistake? As much as that was the most immediately logical conclusion, he didn’t recall it being here before now...THen, his thoughts are disrupted by his own stomach growling in hunger.

Laughing at the start he gave himself at first, Caden shrugs it off, then takes a bite out of the berry, a smile forming at the sweet taste of it spreading in his mouth.

[scatteredstrandsrp-a]

Mini Thread Call Post

Kinda feeling out of the mood for bigger threads/threads with full-on drafted replies at the moment, but I don’t mind doing smaller threads for now. So I’m putting this as a pinned call post for the time being. Like for me to send a small inbox-starter.

[scatteredstrandsrp-a]

I'd say Fire or Fighting type for you.

Heh, now I’m curious about the reasoning behind that. But cool!

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You seem like a Water/Psychic type to me!

Huh, I can see that now! Fluid and chaotic, and I sometimes seem like I read someone's mind (or vice versa).

[yetanotherrpmemeblog]

Give the mun a pokemon type!

What pokemon type fits the mun best? 

[nemekii]

@scatteredstrandsrp​ liked x (For Ari)

A yellow ring appeared several feet in the air above Ari.  Inside said ring  a swirling dark purple and blue vortex would from.  Then a certain mythical Pokemon flew out of it, Hoopa!  “Aliiiii Hoopa ring!”  He loudly proclaimed, lifting a purple hand up to collect the gold ring, which slowly shrunk as his hand drew closer, then eventually touched the ring.  Letting out innocent giggles, Hoopa placed the ring back over his right horn where he usually wore it.  Now.. why had he warped to this location again?

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Startled, Ari jumps back almost a foot from where was standing, covering her mouth and nearly biting her tongue literally to keep herself from yelping out. She had simply been watching the clouds go by before she went home for the day when...this happened quite suddenly.

“Holy-! Who the heck are you?!” She says, looking over the strange little Pokémon floating nearby. Was it a...Mythical? Staring at where the portal had been a few seconds ago, and then asks them “A-and how’d you do that?” She’s so confused now...

[i-remember-there-was-mist]

April Fool’s Day is in a few days, and I just wanted to make this clear. This blog is safe, and I can promise you no screamers, nothing emotionally abusive, no fake posts, and nothing to intentionally trigger dissociation. You are safe here.

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Hiatus Notice

Due to some on-and-off computer troubles, and some loss of motivation and emotional investment, this blog will mostly be on hiatus for a while, until I’ve gotten my drive back, and I’ve got a more constant source of internet access to use. Hope everyone else has a good day!