#cottonthumb

[honedclaws]

You ever hear an audio and nod quietly to yourself.

[kingsblaze]

@cottonthumb from here:

The moment his cloth covered hand rubbed across the smooth gold surface, the lamp warmed considerably. Not enough to burn or even be unpleasant. After only a second more did the hand held decor started to shake and tremble ferociously, tumbling from the farmer’s hands and to his floor.

Thick smoke poured from the spout like water, pooling until the surface itself disappeared, leaving the man stranded in his seat at the kitchen table. Whatever questions or shouts the young man had didn’t make it passed his lips with how quickly his environment changed. In a flash of bright light and heat, a man appeared, wiping whips of flames from his form as he sent a dazzling toothy grin to the farmer.

“Well, hello friend,” He speaks at ease, his hands on his hips that lead- to nothing. He doesn’t seem to have legs, only more smoke pools from his waist.

“You must be my new master. Let me properly introduce myself-”

The being does a small bow at the waist before he snaps his fingers and the farmer’s kitchen melts away and he sits in a comfortable plush chair at the edge of some grand stage. The strange new being stands at the center, his smile never changing as he handles a long shining rod of light, twirls it and tosses it up into the air.

It then promptly explodes into lights and colored smoke, spelling out the name:

LEONEL, Genie At Your Service

“I’ve been at this for quite some time now, granting wishes, making dreams become reality, being this world’s greatest match make- just to name a few exploits. I’m sure you will be no different, Master.”

He steps forward right up to the edge of the stage, flicking his hands to either side, jostling the gold and chain less cuffs around his wrists, “I can give you power, recognition, companionship, prosperity, hope, joy- whatever you can name, I can make happen.”

As he spoke, bolts of fire landed onto the stage, creating heaps of money and gold and jewels, scantily clad women and men (all beautiful), even sculptures of the farmer’s likeness made out of marble and stone and gold.

In a blink, the being, Leonel, was off the stage and sitting beside the man, his legs crossed at the knee as he reclined back.

“Now- there are some rules despite all that I can do, but I’d rather hear from you now before I go into details, Master. What do you desire?”

[hyper-voice]

Continued from x with @cottonthumb

He thought he’d been slick enough, ducking out. Hell, he’d tried to get out of going in the first place, but Marnie had been insistent. He supposed it was well enough that he’d went. 

Might be the last time he saw some of them, after all. 

Of all people to catch him heaving, it would be him. Caught red-handed (or pink-handed, he supposes), there’s little Piers could say to try and hide what’s going on, and he’s feeling much too breathless to argue with the other man as he’s guided back inside, to an empty conference room past the waning festivities. He tries to wipe his hands free of the evidence. 

“S’not much t’ talk about,” he says hoarsely when Milo’s got him sitting in one of the office chairs, head lolling to lean against the headrest. 

[swordofruln]

[mun] @cottonthumb ITS ALL IN THE SNOW AND ICE PENSIVE

HE CAN STILL TRY IF RIKA CAN DO IT, HE CAN TOO

[flock-keeper]

@cottonthumb

“Milo, I can help ya with giving these Applin a good home if ya need me tae,” Fearghas responded. “I’m a flying type trainer so I can’t really raise one myself, but I know some people who can raise them and will raise them properly.”

[invictarre-archive]

you mean to tell me that this

isn’t a face that reassures you ???? that fills you with comfort ???????

what on earth could you mean, he’s clearly just a happy :) friendly guy :)))). no design issues here, no sirree

[hoennhibana]

🥂 – a drunk kiss ((These two go drinking out enough together that it must've happened once or twice))

It's a few years back, when there weren't as many things to worry about. And, perhaps, Kabu was a pushover when it came to alcohol, but when in trusted company as Milo, it was never a worry.

The peach haired Gym master says something that gets a hearty laugh out of the both of them, and the older man is delighted. His veins full of warmth as well as giddiness in the moment.

He gives a strong thump of his palm to the Grass Leader's back and gives him a half hazard kiss to the side of his temple.

"HaHA! You have no right bein' so Funny, damnit!"

[cosmicblooded]

@cottonthumb​

"Wait... you tested them on... what exactly??????"

“...”

“-Anyway the gene acted as an infection that just simply decayed them from the inside out! Ghost Type genes seem to act as some kind of rapid rotting agent for the living cells. Its worse than poison!”