Bleck. Keh heck.

My dear Timpani...we shall never be separated again.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

After having returned the diary to its rightful place, the count appeared on the rooftop in a blink of an eye. He stood solemnly silent as he watched the immense crescent moon ascend over the glittery horizon, spreading its mysterious moonlight on the sea that lay ahead.

"What was I trying to do...?"

Tapping the glowing sceptre subconsciously on the floor, his look of contemplation sunk deeper into that of depression. A fleeting feeling of helplessness surged through his heart as he thought of the Pokemon and the pilots.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

What a sour face the gentlemanly lord made. It must have made her giggle. He just wanted them to convey their feelings straight to each other. But he knew perfectly well how reasonable it was.

"A-alright, I shall return it…" he resolved reluctantly.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Timpani raised her right eyebrow.

"And…"? she teased.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

The count grunted uncomfortably, scratching his head as he uttered:

"And...I, uh...will apologize to Fox...for offending him..."

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

"T-Timpani!" Blumiere cried out almost instinctively as she fell to the floor. He wrapped his hands and cloak around the sobbing ‘princess’, patting and rubbing her back to soothe her.

Realization of his grave error only etched deeper marks of guilt and now empathy into his mind and heart. This was a problem that could only be solved by Fox and Falco themselves.

When the crying had subsided, Blumiere coaxed, “All we can do now is to hope and believe in them, I suppose…”

He conjured a handkerchief from his palm and offered it to the tear-stained girl.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Glancing up at the count, she could not help but smile weakly at his kind demeanour.

"Why, thank you," she laughed, wiping the wet marks on her face.

"You’re right, we can only hope for the best."

She turned slowly to Blumiere.

"And that means no more Mac n Cheese from me until you return that stolen diary."

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

"Guh--!"

What a sour face the gentlemanly lord made. It must have made her giggle. He just wanted them to convey their feelings straight to each other. But he knew perfectly well how reasonable it was.

"A-alright, I shall return it..." he resolved reluctantly.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Guilt and sympathy wormed their way into the count’s heart. He had unintentionally played with their feelings.

"…I regret setting that up. It was disdainful of me…"

No response came from his love. Blumiere was a bit surprised by this. Whatever did he say to cause her to react like this?

"Timpani, I’m…sorry…?"

[endmysentenceswithdots]

Like a wilting rose, her head hung lower and her arms moved inwards towards her body. A sniff was all she could manage to say, her fingers trembling, trying to clutch onto her arms to stop herself from shaking.

"It…reminds me of when…we used to…go out to-together…a-and see the stars…"

Timpani bit her lips, struggling to remain strong.

"The hills we went to…that time when we bickered…it was just like this…"

She uttered the last few words pathetically, now unable to stop shaking or crying. Tears stained her cheerful face and wet her silky gloves and clothes. The poor girl now had to kneel on the floor, unable to handle the emotional overload.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

"T-Timpani!" Blumiere cried out almost instinctively as she fell to the floor. He wrapped his hands and cloak around the sobbing 'princess', patting and rubbing her back to soothe her.

Realization of his grave error only etched deeper marks of guilt and now empathy into his mind and heart. This was a problem that could only be solved by Fox and Falco themselves.

When the crying had subsided, Blumiere coaxed, "All we can do now is to hope and believe in them, I suppose..."

He conjured a handkerchief from his palm and offered it to the tear-stained girl.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

The count pouted childishly.

"Hmph, I was only trying to bring them together…" he complained.

[endmysentenceswithdots]

A sigh escaped her lips. That poor Fox was in absolute tears.

"…Just go apologize to Fox already. That wasn’t the way to convey Falco’s feelings anyway."

Timpani went on. “Love…is something that cannot be forced or fabricated. It comes from the heart. And Fox has yet to see that until he and Falco open up to each other. This is a trial for Falco whether he can truly convey his love for Fox…”

The descendant of the Tribe of Ancients remained oddly silent for the next few minutes.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Guilt and sympathy wormed their way into the count's heart. He had unintentionally played with their feelings.

"...I regret setting that up. It was disdainful of me..."

No response came from his love. Blumiere was a bit surprised by this. Whatever did he say to cause her to react like this?

"Timpani, I'm...sorry...?"

[endmysentenceswithdots]

"What?!"

The friendly friend shrieked incredulously after what she had seen and heard recently.

"Honestly, you can’t go around barging into people’s relationships like that…" Timpani facepalmed.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

The count pouted childishly.

"Hmph, I was only trying to bring them together..." he complained.

[restingaboardthearwing]

"Excuse me, but do you know who this 'Falco' is?" Blumiere feigned ignorance as he held up a handbook with "Falco" written on its cover. The pictures of Fox were secretly and safely tucked inside the pages of the book.

Fox looked up at Bleck, he was trying to get back to his room but the other had stopped him. “F-falco….? Yeah I know him…he’s back that way….” Fox pointed in the direction from where he had ran. Just saying the bird’s name already brought tears to his eyes, but he fought them back down, not wanting Blumiere to see him cry. 

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

"I…see," the count responded. "I’ll go return this—"

The handbook ‘slipped’ from the gloves and fell in between the two of them, spilling images of a red-orange fox onto the floor.

Blumiere counted to five to allow silence to sink in, before speaking out loud, “I-I’m terribly sorry, my hand slipped…” and ‘bent’ down to gather them. Faking a surprised reaction, his eyes darted from one of the pictures to Fox, and back again.

[restingaboardthearwing]

Fox only blinked a few times. He looked at the pictures hard. “…you think I’m that stupid? I know this isn’t his stuff!!!” He glared down at Blumiere, obviously very pissed.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Disappointed by the hostile reaction, the count ‘stood up’ and gathered the mess with one swing of his sceptre. The pile of pictures stacked up in his hand and neatly piled themselves in the book as they were originally positioned.

"Let me ask you. What do you think I was trying to do?"

[restingaboardthearwing]

"Excuse me, but do you know who this 'Falco' is?" Blumiere feigned ignorance as he held up a handbook with "Falco" written on its cover. The pictures of Fox were secretly and safely tucked inside the pages of the book.

Fox looked up at Bleck, he was trying to get back to his room but the other had stopped him. “F-falco….? Yeah I know him…he’s back that way….” Fox pointed in the direction from where he had ran. Just saying the bird’s name already brought tears to his eyes, but he fought them back down, not wanting Blumiere to see him cry. 

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

"I...see," the count responded. "I'll go return this--"

The handbook 'slipped' from the gloves and fell in between the two of them, spilling images of a red-orange fox onto the floor.

Blumiere counted to five to allow silence to sink in, before speaking out loud, "I-I'm terribly sorry, my hand slipped..." and 'bent' down to gather them. Faking a surprised reaction, his eyes darted from one of the pictures to Fox, and back again.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Operation Ship (Continuation)

Warping around was quite fun, especially in three dimensions. It took him days to figure out how to teleport properly.

Blumiere fumbled around the room Charizard stayed in, and decided to leave the frog's diary jutting slightly from under Charizard's pillow.

The count lifted his top hat in a gesture for goodbye before flipping out of existence once again.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Operation Ship

In one hand, he held a red diary.

In the other, a handful of photographs of a foxy person.

"Let us begin," he declared to himself with a smirk.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Heartbreak already? His glowing eyes hopped from the dismal frog to the depressed fox.

The memory of his encounter with the frog sprung into mind. A mischievous grin spread across his face. Cackling like the evil count he used to be, he muttered joyfully to himself, "They just need a little...convincing. Bleck heh heh heck."

The count swung his cape around himself, before vanishing into thin air.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Privacy

"Why must they know...?"

Clutching dearly onto his beloved white top hat, he cautiously manoeuvred across the halls, trying to remain hidden and avoid anyone coming his way. 

"There's nothing interesting beneath this hat of mine..." Lord Blumiere mumbled exasperatingly under his breath.

[andysummer]

"Sorry about being gone. I wasn’t feeling that well… it felt like I slept for days! Whatever. It’s all good now. Did anything happen while I was gone?"

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

That was no ordinary blackout. That was not ordinary darkness either. Not the kind where there was the absence of light, but more of the presence of a darkness that manifested itself within the hotel. Lord Blumiere himself was from the Tribe of Darkness, so surely he could tell the presence of the moving shadows.

The count masked his face with contemplativeness, his stare locked onto the bare red carpets that ran along the corridors. Carefully choosing his words, Blumiere lifted his gaze up at the driver's curious expression and answered flatly, "Someone, or something, is...imposing danger upon us. I hear the lobby has been wrecked overnight."

[thecyberwolf]

Video Games Design

Created by Jed Henry

[youngmanonaspree]

Fucking love these

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Amazing art.

[fuckyeahragetoons]

[frxppy]

WHY AM I LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD HELP

[starlight-and-promises]

I laughed too hard not to reblog this.

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

...

LOL

[papermariopersonals]

[shadowwithoutarmsorlegs]

Timpani: Blumiere, please come out. You can't be this depressed over a post for a whole day... Blumiere: ...*silent before sobs* Timpani: *breaks in and hugs*

[faceimplosion]

Paying respects for the black tulips that died tonight. I, the mayor of Tomato, shall commemorate this day as Black Tulips Day, and gather all the red tulips from every corner.

And those who dare trample or build houses on these tulips, I will beat you down with pink tulips.