#espritvalse

[vntrustus]

espritvalse replied to your post: The one, the only…. Johto’s favorite Exec!! Right...

“…you’re not even my favorite and you’re the only one I talk to regularly”

       “You live in Sinnoh, though!”

[aspearbarry]

espritvalse replied to yourpost: #Fantina voice excuse me barry would you mind...

what kind of post…like a fantina murdering barry post?

[ghj no the Headcanon post exploring the idea of phantump grown berries i have a headcanon hub blog @pokeworldcanon that i Yeet a bunch of ideas to either by other rpers or things i write myself as a sort of reference blog

let my boy live

[saffrondaze]

espritvalse replied to your post: "That's dirty"

“Jealous of a piece of parchment, are we, mon ami?”

     “Is there something to be jealous of?”

[sorbuscommixta-blog]

(Why must you play with my heart like this)

We’ve known each other for so longYour heart’s been aching but you’re too shy to say itInside we both know what’s been going onWe know the game and we’re gonna play it

[refreshinglikewater]

espritvalse replied to your post “He’ll never understand some people that willingly eat Magikarp.”

They taste like my ex husband's musical taste

Tell me he had bad taste in music.

[rivaltrainersilver]

🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave

Running his hand over the gravestone with tears in his eyes when looking quite sad, holding his handkerchief in the other hand before sitting down to have time alone with Sneasel alongside him. Having taken a bit of time to stop by his mother's grave and letting that rough layer fall away, though it's been years since that day he still felt hurt and alone when remembering that like it was yesterday.

Blinking at the gravestone with puddle eyes with a sad squeak then leaning on Silver with his ears drooped, "Snea..." busy holding a claw out and rubbing it on the letters of the grave till hearing something draw close, "Sel...?" lifting his head up with that curious chirp and twitching his ears in curiosity of who even be around since was to be him and Silver.

Hastily wiping his face with his sleeve and turning to look in the direction that Sneasel was squeaking at, "Who's there...?" feeling somewhat uneasy to be seen all emotional when sitting there when trying to see who it was, "Don't do anything Sneasel... plus mom wouldn't like that either..." speaking in a hushed voice when tugging on that feathered ear in making his partner ease down from being so curious and to not jump the gun as well.

[gruntboss]

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Send me ∞ and my muse will tell you… // Accepting ! ! !

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY MEIf I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My LifeIf I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || DeeplyIf I Would Sleep With Them:Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath TogetherIf I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

            ❝ You seem vaguely familiar to me… I’m guessin’ yer                probably a gym leader or somethin’. Also, no offense                meant by it, but I have a cut off of ten years age                difference! No matter how hot the girl is– I don’t need               no sugar momma! —-Not that I ain’t flattered mind                you, HEH. 

           I’m just not gonna’ be anyone’s pool boy ! ❞

[johto-grunt]

espritvalse liked your post:

“Fuck it’s freezing.” Julius shrugs farther into his coat, gloved hands rubbing together. Hearthrome had incredible architecture even by Sinnoh’s standards. Arched cathedral towering over bypassers while frost hung heavy in the frigid air. Clouds ruffle flakes of snow over glittering stone laden streetsides, whisking into flurries of sweeping blizzard when the wind hoisted. It seeped into his very core.

 The grunt shivers, trying to make his scarf ride higher without uncurling his arms only managing to make it cover his eyes.  “Fuck-” He feels something press against him. Soft, yet pushing? “Shit!” He stumbles back ass meeting the snowy cobble, scarf separating from his face as he stares up at the unlucky person he smacked into.

 “Shit- Sorry Miss... Uh... You okay? Did I break somethin’? “