Who's on your hitlist?
Surya.
Ragno.
Lilas.
Casper Ferreiro.
Ameline.
Ssyelle.
Milo.
Anons.
seen from T1
seen from Singapore
seen from Netherlands
seen from China

seen from Argentina
seen from Germany
seen from Australia

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Italy

seen from United Kingdom
seen from South Korea
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Canada
Who's on your hitlist?
Surya.
Ragno.
Lilas.
Casper Ferreiro.
Ameline.
Ssyelle.
Milo.
Anons.
😋🤯👅 from Artemisia
HOW WOULD YOUR MUSE DESCRIBE MINE ?
😋 [SMILING FACE LICKING LIPS] — scatterbrained
🤯 [EXPLODING HEAD] — unstable
👅 [TONGUE] — arrogant
"Scatterbrained!? Hows about I scatter yer brains all over th' pavement!"
2-0 czechia sid is definitely going to bite someone this period
@velvet-voiced from x.
Perhaps the Pokemon's attitude and ability were a paradox, but fitting of its trainer. Once upon a time he'd been a battle prodigy, earning himself accolades and trophies. But none of those meant a damn thing when he couldn't achieve his true dream of becoming a Captain. Now, the desire to excel was all but extinguished. There was no denying his skill, and deep down he knew it, but the sting of failure refused to fade, and he spent his days running from battles he couldn't win. Yeah, that flame was all but extinguished. But not entirely. Those little remaining embers made him pick himself up again and again, in the hope that one day he'd re-discover his passion.
Until then, he'd settle for a certain outsider enraging him enough to actually lock the fuck in. Just who did Spinel think he was, coming to this place and beating up his beloved Wimpod? It was one thing to look down on him, but no one messed with his underlings, and No. One. messed with his bugs. That's why he'd beat this guy down, no matter what it took. That is, assuming Spinel actually showed up. Surely the man had some sense of pride after receiving his gift.
So he perches like a gargoyle on the crumbling remains of the road to the abandoned Thrifty Megamart, overlooking the gloomy stretch of black sand below. If Spinel did take the bait, would he show up swiftly or take his time contemplating? Halohalo, his Masquerain, zips in, dropping Duke's Pokeball into his palm. Well, the message had been delivered at least. Now he'd wait.
HE MAD !!! WE IS HE !!
Art credit: ごちゃうどん@hogarakaudon Twitter.
Fucking one hr painting study thing. (I have to get better at painting bruh….)