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we're not kids anymore.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Peter Solarz
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trying on a metaphor
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KIROKAZE
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@softstills
I might try to reboot some parts of this blog so i can get a fresh start. The biggest change might be that this child would become a globetrotter instead of living with someone who isn’t active on here anymore since it was one of my issue when it came down to doings things with this muse.
someone should throw my butt into armor so i can finally get back to writing
softstills
It was getting to be around that time. Kicks was in the midst of closing his shop for the night, since the clock had finally struck eleven. He was checking inventory, counting bells, et cetera until he saw a figure outside of his store. Were they a just a passerby or another customer?
Kicks didn’t know, nor did he feel like taking the time to keep his store open longer than it should have been. Despite this, he reluctantly opened up his shop’s door, the bell jingling when the door brushed past it.
“Evenin’, chum!”
It’s not everyday that the child would allow himself to be outside around night time, but what would you know, the welcoming feeling and the bright lights of the town were enough to keep him exploring.
Looking through every shops windows that was still lit up, he ended up sticking his face against the door of what seemed to be a store full of shoes. Funny enough, he was told to try to look for some new ones as his current ones were starting to give out on him with all the running he was doing.
While examining the inside of the store, a taller figure suddenly came into vision and approched to open in front of him, quickly pushing himself away from the door he then was greeted by what seemed to be the owner of the shop. A rather polite one too !
“Good evening ! Are you closing right now ?”
softstills
“Ludo? Feh.”
“And here I thought we were gonna fly our solo ways. Gotta admit, it’s nice seein’ you again, kiddo.” Cue Falco ruffling his poofy hair.
“Falco !” Here’s goes the child running up to the taller bird.
“You are the one who went flying to space without sending letters or giving news, i almost thought you would never come back to say hello ! It’s so nice to see you !”
Oops, looked like he’d spooked the lil’ guy. Sometimes he forgets not EVERY human has seen a Mobian before - especially one as large as he was.
❝ Heeey don’t worry lil’ dude, I ain’t gonna hurt’cha. ❞ He soothed, squatting to the boy’s level and trying to look as least threatening as possible - which was pretty damn hard when you were an almost 6ft buff crocodile with dozens of sharp teeth. He’s trying okay!?
❝ Look let’s start with names. Mine’s Vector! What’s yours? ❞
“..Ludo.” He replied while trying to keep his distance from the croc which was trying to squat at his level. The gesture was rather nice and caring, but the fact that the other had a powerful maw and sharp teeths up in front of the kid might have made him a little bit uncomfortable.
“N-nice to meet you..” At least, he knew to stay polite and that’s probably for the best.
softstills liked for a starter!
❝ Yo, Kid, ya lost or sumthin’? If ya need some guidin’ I’m sure I can help ya get to where ya need to go! ❞
"I.." He stopped himself as he looked over to the one who spoke to him, which to his surprise was neither a human or near his size. Looking at the towering figure, he began to show small signs of nervousity as he continued. “J-Just a little..”
– 「You need a time out for not minding your own business.」
“H-hey ! You can't give me a time out when you are supposed to get one, that's cheating !"”
wayfaringxqueen replied to your post:
“Yay the cutie is back!!!”
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bad fat ghost, don’t do that
– 「There are two types of people…」
And there is only one big ghost who need a time out for messing with innocent peoples.
do i have writers block or did i never have any talent and just accidentally wrote something good that one time
friendly reminder that if i have ever befriended you and have not spoken to you in a while it’s nothing you’ve done wrong it’s just because i’m a piece of shit at keeping in contact with people and i still love you okay good
I can do this
I’m going to p r o v e it to you
THIS BLOG IS OKAY WITH GROUP THREADS.
basically, I love them!
I’m not going to force them on you, however. but if we are in a thread & you think it’d be cool if a relevant character joined in, just tell me!
If you see one of my threads, & you think you want to join in, just ask me or my partner & we’ll see if everyone’s okay with it.
because, one x one roleplay is limited sometimes. & group threads are super AWESOME.
but make sure you don’t just jump in! always ask.
I’m too short for this shit
me trying to reach anything ever (via my-name-is-void)
|| ★ - The frog opened a smile under that giant tongue, but it soon vanished as he saw the boy slowly sinking on the mud. Quickly, he shot the tongue, making it wrap itself around his waist, then pulling him from the trap.
Toshiaki sighed in relief.- ★ ||
Everything happened so quickly, the child didn’t even get to process what just happened. A moment ago the frog looked pleased and willing to help, the next, he is shooting what seemed to be his tongue at him and lifting him off the ground. “W-what’s wrong mister frog ?”
This just ended up confusing him even more about the other, if it was his way to help him to get out of the mires, he could always use his little feets to follow him, or at least that’s what he is thinking.
turtle-tyrant
After just the very few first steps inside, he knew that this was a horrible idea. There was minions at every hallway ! But after struggling so much just to get past the guards of the entrance, there was no way he would go back and risk getting caught, at least not until he need to make a run for it..
But now was to find the very reason of his visit in the tyrant castle, the tyrant himself. The deal between him and Thor has started to rise suspicions about the rodent vanishing every few days and that perhaps he had something to do with the recent issues that has been happening outside the kingdom. If Daisy would even know about such things, there would be no doubt that his friend wouldn’t be welcome in the castle anymore, this had to stop before it was too late.
And luckily for him, after a few moments of searching and hiding, some loud stomping noises could be both felt and heard coming from the next hallway that was near him, no doubt about it, that was him and he was coming right his direction.. And to that, he didn’t know what else to do than standing right in the middle of the path and waiting for the turtle, this was definitely horrible idea.
|| ★ - If onle he knew how to speak that weird language. One could thought that a Pokémon that lived half of his life with a person would’ve learned human speech, but sadly that was not the case.
Though he did know how to write a bit, and after the question, the frog slowly ran his finger across the mud. Soon, he finished, then looked up at the kid.- ★ ||
“Yes”
"Oh ! Thank you then.. Mister frog !" It was a relief to see that the other was able to both understand and communicate with him. And while he was busy being too happy about it, he began to realise that something odd was going on, either the frog was getting taller or something else was happening.
