#ballguysays

[shadiirue]

@ballguysays | ah shit, cuddle time.

she seems fine for now. a lot less gloomy. but now she just seems like she wants attention. she always does, of course. it’s one of the few things she always craves. 

     ❝ thank you for the other day.         i feel fine now, yeah ... ❞

[lxngfxrgxtten]

{BallGuySays} Puts a Ball Guy sticker on her wall!

@ballguysays

[pokecommunitycenter]

@prisonrose​ / @ballguysays​ - An Anon Sent Some Love !

I just want to share some love for Mittens who runs prisonrose and ballguysays. The moment I started learning about their characters I noticed how much detail and love they put into them and honestly? That makes my whole day. I love seeing them on dash from the silly interactions to the more serious ones, and even in just talking to them they always prove to be a pleasure to be around. I’m incredibly happy that they’re in this community and I hope they get all the love they deserve 💖 - Anonymous

[alchemistsgamble]

@ballguysays​ | Cont from here

Galen couldn’t help but grin a bit at the message. The whole trip had been kind of a last minute decision, mostly in part of his parents informing him only 2 days before that they were going to Hoenn for the holiday.

So since he couldn’t hang out with them for the holiday, clearly he knew what must be done. 

[Text]: Yeah, just got in this afternoon actually. Sorta last minute, but also a surprise I guess? But yeah! See ya in a sec!

With that said, he’d change out of his pajamas, tuck Strawberry into her travel bed and head out towards Avery’s place. It’d take a little longer than it normally would have, considering the amount of crowds out at this time, but he’d manage to push his way through.

[moonlegends]

@ballguysays​

“Oh?” A pause, to make a quick once over, then a smile. “Is it you? Because I couldn’t ask for a better gift than seeing the person I love on Mewmas morning.”

[pinkrival-moved]

@ballguysays said: ⚠️!( texting starters )

to [ hop ] [ ??? ].

     [ bede ]:               Arceus, I hate dealing with people.      [ bede ]:               Hop, I know it’s terribly late, but I’m filled with Peony’s oatmeal raisin cookies and unbridled rage and I don’t think I can sleep until I get this off my chest. Ignore this or send me one of those pictures of Pikachu in funny hats. I don’t care.      [ bede ]:               This reporter came all the way to Ballonlea to speak with me today.      [ bede ]:               A bit strange, but I can appreciate having a certain dedication to one’s craft... is what I would like to say, only in hindsight, typing that just now felt physically painful, because she was without a doubt the most dreadful person I’ve had the misfortune of meeting in a very long time. Which is not something I would say lightly.      [ bede ]:               Ah yes, the reason she went through the trouble of coming to see me? Why, she was working on her passion project — nothing less than a documentary on Galar’s “disgraced, former Chairman!” Oh, spare me.      [ bede ]:               Suffice to say, I told her in no uncertain terms where she could put her documentary. Unfortunately, she wasn’t willing to take no for an answer. “Oh, just answer a few questions! Did you know anything of his plans beforehand? Do you feel personally responsible for his actions? I’ve read you have no family — was he ever like a Father figure to you? How do you feel about him now?”      [ bede ]:               After a certain point, Petunia took it upon herself to escort her out personally. I know I shouldn’t let inconsequential ideas from inconsequential people bother me so easily.      [ bede ]:               Still.      [ bede ]:               Is that what everyone thinks of me? I can’t help but wonder.      [ bede ]:               Perhaps it is because I’ve been suspecting as much for a while, and that damn reporter gave me reason to believe it’s true.      [ bede ]:               Again, you don’t have to reply. I’m sorry for the messages. I’ll sleep soon.      [ bede ]:               Just... well, goodnight.

[aether-florie]

@ballguysays​​ [ continued from here ]

Ball Guy tilted his head to the side, not quite knowing what to make of the young woman standing before him, either.

“I like your costume!” he said at last. “Or, er… Perhaps it’s a uniform? It looks quite fetching on you, either way!” He flipped a Pokeball up into the air, then caught it, offering it to the girl. “Here! This should match with someone as stylish as you! A Premier Ball! It doesn’t really do anything special, but it’s given to commemorate spectacular events!”

She was indeed wearing her uniform today, and completely oblivious to how much she stood out in it until the ball person mentioned it.

“Oh, um... yeah, that’s a uniform. I’m working for the Aether Foundation in Alola. Uhh... thanks for the compliment?” She’d never thought of the Aether uniforms as anything than functional, but she figured someone who didn’t see them every day might find them interesting.

And then there was suddenly a real pokéball in her face and it was for her (?) and she had to somehow come up with a socially acceptable reaction while still processing that he called her stylish and not sound like a total weirdo. She probably already did.

“Thank you...? It’s very nice. haha. Ha.”

[mastersofpasio]

May, Wes, Ball Guy PML Posts

A Latios circles the island once again as May and Aeon await their signal. She’d scouted out the stadium weeks in advance, already having devised half a dozen dramatic entrances over numerous sleepless nights. They served to occupy and… distract her mind while she spent hours upon hours traveling...

here is the fight between @horizonboundtrainer, @orresnatcher and @ballguysays! hope you all enjoy~