#faerydancer

[aerokind]

Kara: He's gonna get me fast food and then i'll be over

Me: Get me shit too

Me: JUST FRIES THATS ALL I WANT

Kara: I'll get you fries

Kara: What size?

Me: ALL

Kara: All is not a size?????

Me: LARGE PLS

Me: WITH A COME

Me: COKE

Kara: Come

Kara: What

Kara: The fuck is a come

Me: A cOke im cry ing

[bruderinschwarz-archive]

Parumonstra Meme: 2,4,7,11?

2. Their childhood. What was it like where they grew up.

     Aside from losing their arms, their childhood was on the tame side. Living in Anville, on the West part of Unova, they never really were exposed to too much violence. And of course, their parents loved and cared for them completely.

4. Their ability as a warrior. Do they stink? Are they really good?

     Nobori is the better of the two, but they both know basics on how to handle themselves without weapons and with.

7. Someone they hate. Do they have powerful enemies?

     As of this moment, they do not necessarily hate anyone and have no enemies.

11. The gods. Is your muse religious? Do they even believe in the gods? What they stand for?

     While they’re not exactly religious, they believe in the idea that there could be gods. For them, they’d need to see them to believe.

[achangeofxpath]

Memories of sorrow.

"We'll keep up to date. I promise."

"We'll ring and text as many times as possible."

"Take care, Silver!"

It was his own fault. He had stated he would be fine in Johto. He would do his research. See whether the bird Pokémon that had kidnapped them had came from Johto or Kanto. Or with some bad luck, neither region... But he honestly didn't think so. He had told Blue he would be okay on his own. He had Sneasel aside him, after all. He would be just fine. That's what he had kept telling himself. And he did try to blend in, of course he did. But everything was so different then from where he was from. He didn't know how to act around them. Felt exposed at times. Lifted up walls so high that nobody came close to him.

Which was fine just like that.

But sitting here in this empty house, staring at the mirror before him. Staring at the face that belonged to him... There was a clench in his heart. He didn't understand. Why. They escaped, so that should be the end of it, shouldn't it? But it wasn't. There was still that feeling that destroyed him. He would search too, for his own place in the world. The family he belonged too. But he couldn't remember. He couldn't remember like Blue might have. He had been only two.

The faces of then had faded away in his mind. The only constant had been Sneasel. Sneasel and Blue. And this face... This face that kept looking back at him. He felt a tremble at his bottom lip as the mirror's vision blurred into one of a mask, causing him to turn away and lean over, pressing his hands to his face.

No.

No. He was gone from there.

But just being gone, wouldn't heal the wounds inflicted to him. He knew this. He was not a stupid kid. He was intelligent enough to understand this. But still, it hurt. To be free but still be trapped. It wasn't f a i r. But then again. How many things in life were fair? He felt something stinging at the corner of his eyes, a gentle paw being rested to his arm, the worried coos coming from Sneasel.

He missed Blue.

He felt a l o n e.

[pokerpkomisch-blog]

@faerydancer

Kelly barely made it to the registration booth before it closed, and then she had nothing to do but wait…. The room was crammed with a small army of hopefulls, all vying for their chance at the role of a lifetime. She felt something creaping into her that she has never felt before… Claustraphobia… Living in a big city for most of her life, it was not a familliar feeling to her. Quickly making her way to the corner of the room, her Sylveon in tow, she leaned against the wall and clutched her chest.

    There was no time for her to calm herself though, as she was called to the final waiting room with a smaller group of people and she waited for her turn to take the stage. Her heart was jumping in her chest as she waited for her name to be called, the nerves were begining to overtake her and she shook slightly. But when her name was called it all went away. She walked to the glowing light in the center of the stage and Sylveon sat at the edge of the stage. Kelly’s voice was loud and clear as she addressed the man and his pokemon “Yes, I am Kellane Beaumont, and today I will be performing a dance for you.”

    She took her position and the music began to play… And then she danced… She poured her whole heart into the dance and Sylveon must have noticed as she came and joined her trainer in the dance. The two moved together with perfect harmony with eachother, and when it was over and the last chord of the song echoed through the theater they were both left standing in the light waiting to see what would be said about their performance.

   The stage and audience was hushed with anticipation and patience. Komisch and his pokemon observed this young woman’s dancing skills, along with her companion, as they performed passionately on stage. Komisch lightly taps his pen against his notepad, yet it echoes throughout the rows and stage. Komisch then looks down and starts writing down the statistics and notes on Kelly. After a silent and kind of awkward couple of minutes, Komisch as finished writing.

“Kellane Beaumont..”,he announces strongly, as his call disturbs the stressing silence at last. He puts his notepad and pen down on his lap, and looks back at Kelly, with his distant, empty and cold eyes. “Exit stage left. You will measured by our costume staff, and come back next week on Thursday, 1 pm.” Komisch then gives a small ticket-like note to his spritzee, Cosette. The spritzee flutters towards to Kelly, handing her the ticket; qualifying her as an official cast member. Komisch then happily confirmed, “Congratulations, dear schönheit! We welcome you~.”

[champofpallet-moved]

😭

Send 😭 to meet my muse as a lost child

“W-Where is m-my mama?” the child said between sobs. He apparently had lost her while walking through the crowd. He was so afraid and just wanted to go back to her.

[serxnexgrace-blog]

@faerydancer started following you!

“Hm? Is there something I can help you with?”

[aurassassiin-blog]

@faerydancer

As much as Rio valued Strike, a little bit of downtime was always nice. His partner had gone somewhere to meditate and focus his abilities by himself, and had left him in this park, where Pokemon could roam free when their trainers were busy. When he feels a presence approaching him, he looks up, towards them. Sylveon. He’d never actually seen one in person.

Time to be social.

[ghostlyvisions]

Starter for @faerydancer​

           Morty bent down to greet the little pink Pokemon that wandered up to him. He had never seen one of these in Johto, although he was aware that in another region far away, a new Eevee evolution was growing quite popular. Morty extended his lithe, gentle hand to show that he had friendly intentions.

                         “Well hello there... Do you have a trainer nearby?”