#ghost-and-fire

[lunaurora]

🎮- Favorite video game(s)? ^^

devil may cry! 4's my fav out of the lot, but i loooove the series as a whole and i can’t wait to get my grubby little hands on dmc5and also bayonetta >:)

[ask-shorai]

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[addressyourarsenic-blog]

Pls gimme Fenrir: Σ(ﾟДﾟ；): // ಥoಥ

Meme ; ; 

Σ(ﾟДﾟ；): Have they ever sprained or broken their leg before? How about their arm? What was the story behind it?

Well, actually, yes in some altercations where his manipulative deals went south. Usually with beings more powerful than him (demons, etc), but most of the time, he’s the one that does the breaking (specifically Sköll’s limbs).

ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry?

Answered here.

[obsidian-informant]

@ghost-and-fire X

“Listen, I have no earthly idea what you are going on and on about, so...if you would please stop and let me get to my destination without having a tagalong then that would be lovely.” Once more, Gabe stepped away, continuing on their path, Blyze could feel how their energy kept growing and getting annoyed at the person following them. He would intervene if he needed, hell...Aziel was crackling in his ball.

[skullgruntdana]

@ghost-and-fire​

          Dana looked a bit like a phantom herself as she ascended the stairs of Pokemon Tower. Drifloon flitted around her, bobbing up and down on a wind that could only come from cracks in the walls. It ruffled her hair and the hem of her dress. Dana’s ascent was slow but she finally reached the top, her head bowed to look down at her feet as she walked. Graves flanked the walls and the wind got worse. Soft cries of invisible Pokemon were heard from the corners as Dana walked by them. It seemed ghost Pokemon reacted to her presence. The child did not see Finn nearby. She was kneeling in front of a grave. Dana ran her hand over it and a layer of dust came away onto her hand. It was promptly wiped off on her dress. Silence. 

[rpghostblog]

//What a Shocking Meeting//Closed rp\\

Previous @ghost-and-fire

-Spoopy is merrily surprised that the other Pokemon isn’t freaking out or reacting negatively to his presence. His tail swishes about happily, causing the pink fog to spread about at as he fans it out behind himself. Watching the Raikou circle him he responds.-

"I was talking about it being not stormy or anything, but I guess you’d like a storm huh? Kek, as for being the only Pokemon here, I think I might’ve scared  all the others away since well...I’m not the best of company for most. I suppose you could say I’m rather ghastly. Kehehee~ -He clears his throat.-  Anywaaay, what brings you out here? Shouldn’t you know that it’s better to wander around during the day? I mean I know you’re a legendary, but even legendaries have to be careful yeah?”

-Spoopy doesn’t mean to offend the Raikou with the last question. He just knows that Humans like to hunt down legendaries to gain power or a sense of authority, to use the Pokemon for their own gain. He’d had seen the events happen for himself on other worlds, and wonders what really was the difference between a legendary and a regular Pokemon. The large ghost shifts in place as the fog began to spread around, causing the air to become slightly sweet smell like expired candy. But not becoming unbreathable...yet.-

“Um, if you’re bored would you like to try a race against me? I’m told that I’m possibly faster than most Pokemon, even legends like you~! But I’d like to know if that’s actually true or not. Oh my name’s Spoopy by the way. What’s yours?”

[haematophiliac-a]

“$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[Text]: How about friends with benefits? You up for that?*LONG PAUSE*[Text]: Who’s number is this again?

[affaectionate]

thunder in the meadow ♥ closed | ghost-and-fire

This little meadow was definitely a different place to reach. It was the result of traveling through a forest that was much too quiet for its own good. As if outsiders made the residents stop all their activity, in favor of watching them, cautiously. 

The meadow, however, didn’t have that feeling. No one was watching. No one cared anymore. It felt almost peaceful, along with the smell of home-cooked oran berries coming from a nest of willow trees. 

The smell was amazing, tantalizing, and this meadow seemed peaceful.

Oleander emerged from the willow trees, ribbons holding a freshly baked oran berry pie. She almost didn’t notice the visitor, a large Raikou.

“OH! Oh goooodness! Goodness me! It’s been sooooooo long since I’ve had visitors! Hello, hello! You must be hungryyy!”

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