𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂, 𝐓𝐎𝐎, 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

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indie & selective roleplay blog for 𝙶𝚈𝙼 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙸𝙴𝚁𝚂 from 𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 & 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳 ♫ multi-verse & multi-ship ♫ crossover & oc friendly ♫ written by kieran (he/they & 26)

𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 - 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 - 𝙼𝚄𝙽 ― 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚁 - 𝙸𝙲𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁 - 𝙿𝚂𝙳

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{Quickly popping in here to say I use he/they pronouns now!}

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{Having thinkings abt this blog & Piers as a muse of mine- How much I loved writing him & how perfect it was that he was a combination of two of my main interests at the time I first started writing him in 2019. And how fun it was to really develop his character & how honestly comforting he is as a character looking back on him/the times I had on his blog- It was such a fun time back then & I still very much adore the mutuals/friends I’ve made here, no matter how much time has passed. The nostalgia that hits whenever a song I associate with Piers comes on is just… oof- ♥️♥️♥️ I may not be as active as I once was, but my thoughts do sometimes drift back here & I’m always left with these warm fuzzies- 🥺👍 Other characters might have more of my focus right now, but Piers will always have a very special place in my heart.}

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{…We might be so back?}

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{*Peeks in* So… got a new laptop- Which means I might try to come back here. owo}

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promo time ! ! !     hi hello, please give this a reblog !    this is a sparkling new pokemon oc side blog                     i will follow from my main if we aren't mutuals already.    written by phoenix, all relevant infos are on my pinned  ! ! !

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{Once again, other muses have my attention lately- orz Might see if I can get back here, but we’ll see if I can get any inspiration.}

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{Turns out, my multi-muse still has all my brain cells- But I very much miss Piers here... We'll see if I can get back here.}

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{Oop, hi- My multi-muse has the brain cell right now, but gonna see if I can do things here today.}

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"I think it's important to be honest with the people you care about."

Running Toward Hope ♫ @galarglory ♫ Accepting

If you want something done, do it yourself. That'd been his motto for years. A motto that may as well be poisoning him. Afflicting him with an independence streak that wouldn't go down without one helluva fight. Forcing himself to shoulder the innumerable burdens that came with ensuring his town was kept afloat.

No League support certainly didn't help, but it wasn't like he wanted any form of so-called "assistance" from them. What good have those scoundrels ever done for him? Other than making him fight tooth and nail to even make Spikemuth into a Gym town in the first place, to prove himself worthy. It wasn't an issue to him, anyway. Let them keep helping the shinier towns of the region.

As much as he despised realizing it, help from those around him was still something he needed. Mind pulled in so many directions, dark circles under his eyes, left exhausted after most days. It must all look so terribly obvious. But getting Piers to ask for help, was akin to hearing him talk positively about a certain Chairman. Impossible to achieve.

A brief rise and fall of his shoulders was given as an initial response, frosty gaze averted. "...Eh. Guess that's right for most folks out there. I try to be honest, but... there are some things you gotta keep to yourself."

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HEADCANON GENERATOR

generate ten headcanons for your muse and then either accept ✔ or reject ✖ them

Piers has punched a hole in their wall - ✔ Oh, many times. Due to the built up stress from both his Gym leader job, & keeping his town afloat. It takes a huge toll on him sometimes, especially with his strong independence streak focing him to go about it alone.

Piers has a diary that they write in with a glittery gel pen - ✖ As much as I love this idea, I can see him just using plain pencil or black pen for any writing he does.

Piers needs a nightlight to sleep - ✖ Piers vc: Sleep? What's that-

Piers can beat you up, but won't - ✔ Oof, yep. He's gotten into plenty of street fights over the years, & even if he's not much of a fighter like he was when he was a teen, he's still a good fighter.

Piers is constantly singing for no reason - ✔ It's the Autism tm, ur honor.

Piers can't handle criticism - ✔ Oh no... Tbh, he's a master at taking things to heart even if he doesn't seem like it outwardly. It just... always come back to haunt him & he starts overthinking-

Piers has been to prison - ✔ Tbh... I think he's come close to. But he always manages to get himself out of actually getting caught. Bc he knows how worse of a reputation that'd plunge Spikemuth into.

Piers is awful with kids - ✖ Have you seen this man during the endgame of SWSH? This man is great with kids, and I will stand by that. I also like to think he's big on giving kids guitar lessons if they want any.

Piers uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner - ✔ Yes! It works better for him that way, easier to do.

Piers will go feral. Watch out - ✔ Give him enough incentive/push him far enough, & yes.

Tagged by: @roserival

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{Oop, vanished for a hot second- Will see if I can get to things tonight.}

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{Today I’m gonna hopefully get the asks done~}

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RUNNING TOWARD HOPE ,

a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from the novel blood over bright haven by m. l. wang. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to, murder, death, violence, alcohol, and religion. change verbiage as needed.

was that a veiled dig at my intelligence?

leave your tools and weapons. they’re just weight.

while you can still breathe, keep moving. stop for nothing. turn back for no one. not even your own blood.

it must be hard to be you! how terrible to be so singularly talented!

since when do you really care about people who aren’t you?

i take it that wasn’t supposed to happen?

be cold, be hard, and don’t give them an inch, you understand? no matter what they say of you.

when i care how attractive you find me, i’ll let you know.

you’re certainly not going to survive playing against me.

that’s a lot of power.

i already missed my train. i’m going to sleep here.

the world isn’t about love for me. it’s about power.

i think i’ve just had a problem with magic since the first time i tasted it–like some people have a problem with alcohol.

magic is the one area where i can shut myself in a room with my books and my thoughts and come out more powerful than i went in.

the unbreakable rules of magic are unbreakable for a reason.

don’t play dumb with me. it doesn’t suit you.

is there something unreasonable about wanting to do my own work correctly?

brilliant men–even moderately intelligent men–in this city get showered with opportunities to succeed. brilliant women have to fight for those opportunities, and, when we get them, we have to defend them tooth and nail, or they’ll be snatched away.

i’m not married, i’m no one’s apprentice, and i’ll be damned if i let a man find some other way to take my glory from me.

women are always told to be kind, be forgiving, be nurturing. as far as i know, it’s never gotten them anywhere. the men, who have the real power, won’t return the favor when it matters.

if you are capable of everything they are as a group, then who can say you’ve been arrogant or unvirtuous?

if i can’t clear that clouded glass, there’s nothing left to do but break through it.

i never said i didn’t believe your god existed. i just don’t believe he’s the greatest or only deity at work in the world.

a ravine won’t water crops or quench the dying. at some point, there has to be a river, or what good can you really claim? if the man of good intentions never manifests a river, only calamity, should he not go to hell?

this is the balance of the universe. it is only right for the world to bring back upon him what he brought upon the world.

anyone with enough self-delusion can admit himself to heaven. this is nonsense.

it’s much easier to tell yourself you’re a good person than it is to actually be one.

i can’t work with you if we’re not honest with each other.

i’m not trying to twist your words. i’m trying to make sure you mean them.

you want me to be honest. i want the same thing from you, but you can do that without disrespecting me, my discipline, and my culture.

i can be civil, or i can be honest. you can’t have both in their entirety.

my knowledge of magic and history is obviously nothing in the face of yours.

maybe you’re not remembering clearly. sometimes, when an event is too upsetting to wrap your mind around, your memory gets muddled.

you’re that committed to your god of greed? go on, then. serve him. destroy me.

you’re the worst kind of murderer, i think. the kind who won’t even acknowledge their crime.

you never worshiped a god of truth. you worship a delusion.

i lost myself a little. and it took today–took something terrible–to bring me back to reality.

let me pose you a question that’s been troubling me for hours: must i forgo brilliance–no, not even brilliance; must i forgo any sort of intelligence; must i forgo the baseline mental functions that come with being alive–for stability?

you must be the dullest conversation partner i’ve ever met!

they’re either evil or they’re the stupidest people who ever lived!

you have to play along. pretend to buy his cover story. whatever he wants you to believe, act like you believe it and go about your business like nothing is wrong. don’t ask questions. don’t antagonize.

swear to me on your god and your mother’s grave.

i’ll be happy when i see you alive and whole tomorrow morning.

i just want you to be smart. be careful. acting on your every emotion the way you do is going to get you into trouble.

the most powerful minds and hardest hearts have a breaking point.

your head will clear, you will remember who you are, and you will move beyond this.

your devotion has always been to magic. none of that has to change because you’ve uncovered a few skeletons.

it seems i misjudged you. my theories about you were flawed.

for many, the denial must be a necessary shield against the guilt.

we’re surrounded by devils.

someone’s going to bleed and nothing bleeds like a mage’s ego.

things are about to change. the future has to be different. it will be different.

are you really going to do this? is this the mark you want to leave on the world?

i’m realizing how ridiculous it is to demand civility when the world is so disgustingly uncivil upon closer inspection. so, i’m not here to ask for your friendship or your politeness.

mages are detached from reality. they’re obsessive, socially stunted egomaniacs. you know, like me.

good people will turn monstrous when it’s down to their survival or someone else’s.

all i can say is… if you’re going to do this, i don’t co-sign it. don’t do it for me–or for anyone else. be selfish. be arrogant. do it for yourself.

i don’t want to be the reason anyone gets hurt. i don’t want to be the reason you die.

is it better to be safe and broken than it is to be dead?

all this agony for your goddamn ego.

i can’t believe i ever called you my family.

the forces of darkness are nothing to the light of god. 

sorry about your reputation.

you could’ve been something great.

as far as the public is concerned, you will be forgotten–all your skill and innovation.

i never helped you for glory. i did it because it was the right thing to do.

i’m not your glory. i’m your penance. 

we have done a great evil, and you’re smart enough to know that, deep in your soul, no matter what lies you spin around it. and i’m your attempt to get out of that feeling, aren’t i?

we all bear the burden of knowledge in different ways. some of us endeavor to do good.

have i dragged you anywhere you weren’t determined to go by your own power?

if i was to be your penance for what you have done, is it working? do you feel absolved?

you want me to throw away honesty in exchange for my life?

i don’t know what you’re capable of.

i think it’s important to be honest with the people you care about.

i don’t want your protection! do you hear me? do you understand? if you harm any of those people down there, it’s for yourself, not me.

you still have a chance to do the right and honest thing.

you have a long way to go yet before you’re half the monster i am.

if i’m going to die, i want to go knowing i left you safe and right with yourself.

if this is the last night of the world as we know it, i want to spend it with someone who can appreciate that with me. i want to spend it with you… if that’s alright?

don’t stay because you’re hoping to talk me into your plan over the course of the night.

honestly, i don’t know why i indulge your pessimism.

remember all this grief and terror–and try to do something good with it.

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{Oof, been writing this man since 2019 & gotta say, it does feel really good to be back on this blog again-}

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"𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 - 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎"

𝚂𝙽𝚁𝙻𝙳: an indie & selective roleplay blog for piers from pokemon sword & shield ✘ multi-verse & multi-ship ✘ oc & crossover-friendly ✘ written by halcyon (they/them & 25) ✘ © & ©

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{Got the rules updated! Now to get a promo done-}