#askmitzythewatchdog

[a-bunch-of-small-aliens]

@askmitzythewatchdog I hope you like the drawing I did of your girl! ^^ 

[the-dark-omochao]

(*slides in* Eyyyyyy... Could you please doodle Mitzy? :3 )

[woy-masterlist]

First and foremost, I now have access to the blog’s layout, inbox, etc. So the main list found here is now up-to-date, and I’ll be able to communicate with you all much more easily.

@harmonythewatchdog, @ask-the-guardians-of-harmony @disarmedwander @thewatchdogcadet @dominatortrash @ask-angora @askmitzythewatchdog you have all been added to the list! Thanks so much for contributing your blogs, and please keep spreading the word.

- Wandy Fresh

[a-bunch-of-small-aliens]

I had some time on my hands and I decided to draw some ocs... I am still drawing a few more and if you want me to draw yours then I would love to know! ^^

@askmitzythewatchdog

@simon-the-anti-watchdog

@hollythewatchdog

@a-spoon-full-of-creatures

@jinxthestarnomad

[the-haunted-home]

"Um... Hi! T-trainer Mitzy, time to uh... play. If that's no problem of course!" A small girl stands there, nervously looking around. She carries a backpack, adorned with many dangling key chains. All of her possessions are in the backpack. Everything she thinks she will need for the journey she is taking. Although she is terrified, she knows that she isn't going to turn back. After all, she has waited years to be able to finally go get a Pokémon of her own.

▪◼TRAINER: MITZY. 1ST VISIT◼▪

| Upon speaking the words, the owner hands you the supplies and seems to disappear with a sinister grin. The grounds become unusually silent as the gates slam shut. The hunt is on. |

The bracelet you have been given gives off a faint glow once donned. It seems your future partner is due either northeast or southwest. The northeastern path leads to a rather daunting ruin, several broken down excavation machines sit just outside. The southwest path leads to shimmering, sandy shores surrounding what appears to be a large lake, the surface still and polished like a mirror. Where will you go?

> The Ruins

> The Lake

[the-optic-nerd]

Mitzy walks up to the Commander, a slight blush on her face. The mistletoe event is still fresh in her mind. Clearing her throat, she smiles and holds out a present. "Hi Commander Peepers! I just want to give you this to say thank you for everything. I hope you like it." Inside the present is a brand new mystery book.

Oh, he is certainly going to read this as soon as he gets a chance. And judging by how things are looking, that chance will be fairly soon. Mitzy is handed a neatly wrapped present herself. Inside also seems to be a book. A thick fantasy novel. It seems to be very newly published, so there’s no doubt she hasn’t had a chance to read it before.

[the-optic-nerd]

Mitzy walks around, admiring the mistletoe hanging everywhere. She thinks it is beautiful! Not paying attention to where she is going, she bumps into the Commander. "S-sorry!" She quickly apologizes. Suddenly she notices a green plant hanging above them. Blushing brightly, she begins walking backward, putting more distance between them. "S-sorry, I was looking at the mistletoe. Pretty, huh? Um... I'm just going to stop bothering you." She continues backing away.

The commander doesn’t have to look up to know the mistletoe was there. It was hung all over the ceiling. Mitzy’s backing up was almost silly with the abundance of the plant. With little hesitation, Mitzy is given a kiss on the cheek before she backs away too far.

[the-optic-nerd]

Closed w/ @mitzythewatchdog

@mitzythewatchdog liked for a starter

Peepers strolled casually around the edge of the frozen lake, a pair of ice skates slung over his shoulder. Though, they were mostly for keeping up appearances. The commander had little interest in actually stepping out onto the ice. Instead, he keeps his gaze on the other visitors skating about. Some skated freely about with skill, while others kept to the edges with shaking legs. Regardless, most seemed to be on the lake in one way or another.

Except for one, it seemed. He spots a lone watchdog near the edge, watching the others not unlike he was doing. Somewhat curious, he approaches her with a small headtilt.

“You aren’t going to join them?”

His tone is calm. It’s quite different that what’s usually seen of him on the Skull ship.