#holoakue

[princelyluck-a]

holoakue respondeu seu post: [ |  ♠  | ] What’s an “updog”?

“It’s a joke to try and make you say ‘Whats up, dawg?’ but they’re doing it wrong, also I’ve heard it about ten thousand times.”

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......What’s up....dawg? I have no idea what that means!

[balsamina]

holoakue replied to your post: "What did you hope to gain from throwing yourself...

“You had a husband and kids who loved you before you suddenly decided Nihilego were more important… I just want to know what happened. Did they promise you Dad, too?”

She freezes and seems almost to shrink, closing her arms around herself and looking at Gladion as if he’s just slapped her. She has spent so long-- so many years-- trying to block out all the unpleasantness that thoughts of him bring her that she wants nothing more than to simply shut down, ignore these questions and let the sweet venom guide her off to the thoughtless refuge of sleep.

“You?” she hisses, enraged. “The both of you left me, just like he did--!”

And yet here is Gladion now, calm and questioning. And yet there is Lillie, drifting back to the cottage in Cerulean to show off her newest Pokemon, her newest badge.

There is not much else Lusamine can do these days other than reflect. She slowly deflates, searching her memory. Did the Nihilego promise her Mohn?

She remembers their voices in her head and under her skin, everywhere around her, Such loneliness in you, Mother, such terrible pain... We can take it from you, Mother. You will hurt no longer. We can give you love, we can give you him. We can give you everything...

“Yes... In the beginning... If I only followed them, I-- knew I would find him... But-- But no, when they came to me, I... I no longer had need of him. Nothing else...” And yet...

There was a time she had tried to wrench him out of them. A time when, faced with the Beast’s beauty, she had felt  o  nly    

                                                                               ḅ̯̫͖̘̉̌̾͒̐͊ͩ̈͝l̜̳͙̯̈́̉̿̃̍̇͠i͋͏̫̥̤̺̝̣̫n̶̲̩̍ͩͪͦ́̎͐̊ͤ́d̫̹̺͕̣̩̠́͌͆ͪ̾ ̖͈͈̊̓̉̌̇̕͢ ̛̥̫͙͉͕͇̠̞̥̔̎̋̓ͨͪͩ̓ ̵͉̱́͟ ̡̟̱̝̲̣̯̞ͦ̎̓͢ͅ ̮̖ͮ̓̌͝ ͚̬͋̈́ͧͬ̽̈̽̿͢͡ͅr̗ͤͧ͒̊͟ä͔̭̳g̱̭̒̍͌ĕ̤͈̲͍̬̘̞̹̌͢ ̾̍̆ͭ͛̏ͪ͏̛̫͉̻

for  ̨̥͕͖̫̣̺̥͂̏͋̅ ̗̝̻͉̼͚̉ͪͩͥͣ̃͝

                                    those f̸̨̬͉̺̬͇̞̗̭̯̪͂͐ͩ̓̔͛͗̒͘ǐ̡̩͚̗̜̱̫̟̯̖͖̋͛̆̃ͪ̈̽͜l̷̛̯̬̬͕͇̝̠̹̊̉̈͗ͤͪ̃̈̔̽̓̀̐͐̂̿͂́͜͜ͅt̢̛͍̙̼̙̹̣̭̞̝͖̹̭͙͕̫̓̍̏ͨ̍̄̎̌̂ͪ͟ͅḩ̷̨͈̠̼͎̼̲̻̻̼̪̤̗͍̰͈̃̎ͮ̈́́͜y̵̭̣͖̞͂͋͊ͪ̇̂̒̉̇͌͒ͮ̌͐̎ͨ̓̓́̀̕͘ͅ,͑̈́̋̈́̀͒̇ͭ̊̽̎ͮ̂̊̔͠͏̵͕̬͎͖̪̦̺̞̮ ̓̾̍͗̓ͨͤ̊ͧͦͦͮͩ̑ͥ͞͏̣̯̻͍̲̗͔̣̟̰̺̭̳͇

                    ẉ̷̷͓͉͈͖͔͍̬̥̺̘̪̅͋ͥͭ̽͟r̷̠̯͚̫̯̝̺̎͊̿ͦ̈͂̒ͯ̀ͬ̋̂ͦ̓́͜͜e̵̎̀͐ͭͭ̔ͬ̽̏̈́͌̉ͯ̚҉̡̺̲̫̭͔̹͇͍̤͎̮̗͔̥ͅt̨̰̳̦̼̱̘̹͇̻̦̯̦͉̽ͨͬ͌̍̓ͭ̀ͅc̡̞̥̫̪̣̪̊́ͧͭ̄̋ͣ̉̒h̴̢̨̨̳͉̭̲̱̯͕̫͔͈͚͔͙̺͓̫̪͌̅ͧͫ̈̓ͧ͊͗̏͑͆̚͜ę̧̙͍̗̥̱͙͈̤̏ͦ͆̉̅ͯ͆ͥͬd̶͔̖̝͈̄̎̏͘ ̴̷̘̺̤̱̝͚̖̝̮ͫ̌̓̍ͅb͑ͨ̓̏̅̔̇ͦͧ҉̛͇̣͖̩͍̳̻̺̞̙̪͞e̶̛̗̟͙̦̹͎̤̣͓̲̱̲̼͖̭͖̥͛ͫ̽͛ͦ̽ͨ̊ͧ͌ͣͥͣͨ̆̐̈̓̀ͅ  

                                    a̶̟͎͈̼̙̫̗̝̮̯̘͈̱̣̺̯̎̂̑̍̊ͪ̆̌ͯ͋ͫ̈̀͜͟ͅş̸̧̮͖̟͚̣͉̯̱̂ͩ̊͋̅ͩ͂̊́͋̊͘͡ͅt̢̻̟͔̪͍̩̾̄̏͂ͭ̆ͦ̆̓ͬ͌ͪ͌̀͛̌̍̚͜͠͠

                                                 s̸̨̮͈̜͓̪̫̖͓͓̀͊̂̽̇̔̈́̔͆̊ͦ͆ͩ̃͂͆̀

w̶̵͈̝̟̬̯̫͍̺̪̲ͣ͐́́̈̎̈̐͐ͥ̓ͨͭ̀͘hͦ̈̓̈́͐͊̆ͯͨ̇̽͋͐̈͏̳̳̱̺oͦ͋ͬ̑͗̐̂ͭ͐ͥͥ͌҉̝͍͖̝͜ ̶͚̰̖͔̫̱̦͍̜̤͙͈͈͛ͨ͂̂̚͢͝͠t͐ͤ̐́̓̔͛̈҉̀҉͇̫͎̝̲͠o̡̠̜̮͓̟̩̫̤͉̍̈̆ͤͬ͛̌͛ͦ̉́ͅō̦͎̥̯̤̻̗̳ͬ̎͋̂ͪ̇ͮ̍͐͟ͅͅk̴ͩ̐͊̽̀̇̐̄҉̼̰̳̗̰̬͇̯̫̜͖̲̬̞̱̜̜͝

                    T̵̠̖̘͔̯̭͎̲͙̥̜̩͎̺̟̩̀̓̓͊̓̈̀̊͆ͦ͑͂̆͟ͅ   O̢̩̳̮͓̠̝͆ͩ͂̀̒͌ͣ͑ͪ͗̄͘͢   Ơ̔̑̊̚͏̸͉̙̥̫̹͙́  Ķ̵̧̖͇͔̘̩̬̤̦͙̪͙ͥͮ͗̀̑͆ͥ̒̈̂̈́̍̌̓̾ͥ͒͡

It slips away from her again.

“... I... don’t--... I can’t remember. Why can’t I remember that...?”

[resfebxr]

holoakue replied to your post: Blushy boy.

“You okay?”

“W - When did y - you get h - here?” Way to avoid the question Elio.

[ofalsehoods-archive]

@holoakue.

shadow springs to life, unsheathes its claws; ear tips flatten down into his hair; long tail lashes as he moves toward his quarry. they don’t see him ‘till he’s right behind them, HUMAN PREY so un-alert with rounded ears and scent-blind noses--he could have been upwind and still they’d never hear! if not for their pokémon they would have never seen him pass, but too late were they as well. salandit snouts lift in the air as his arcanine’s great jaws snap them up. raticates barely perk their heads as rotom ectoplasm smothers every inch of them (type advantages mean nothing to the advantage of his stealth.) human prey’s eyes widen as he leaps, mouths open as he closes in--soft flesh rips and tears ‘neath sword and leopard’s claws, screams forestalled in tender throats. 

DEAD before they cry for help, those three sentries no older than fourteen. 

let their parents come for them, or whoever passes for a parent in the hell they call TEAM SKULL. he has a bigger prize to claim.

the other boy, not much older than he, sees him as he moves toward his goal, and now he’s face to face with--what is that? half flesh and half machine--was this boy an alchemist, or did he earn one’s blessing, to have been given such a being? this was not plumeria, not the human throat he wished to tear, and yet…that energy. he was an alchemist, not a fool; he could feel the ties that bound its form in shape. mission abort. new mission: kill the beast, or take it alive and find its secrets. surely rocket had to understand. face to face with the ENFORCER, he would learn how he enforced.

lips pull back to show his teeth and leopard’s snarl as he unsheathes his sword. clearly a CHALLENGE--he will draw out a move, the same way he drew his blade, see how that energy would be used, and use it against itself.

[mohnday]

@holoakue

Do you approve of your daughter with that Kanto...

‘Let me join you’ Overprotective Big brother mode activated

“ You follow him on the weekends, I go on the weekdays and we convert at a secret meeting spot to discuss in detail.”

[craniumaniac-moved]

"Don't fuck the bug, dammit."

[cercidiphyllum-blog1]

[ @holoakue ]

“Oh how funny....”  And what an odd sight to happen upon, the researcher was knee deep in a pool of water, squaring off with a wishiwashi who seemed to have been finding the amusement in drenching the researcher in water the more that he tried to interact with the pokemon. Clearly, the man was being taunted with, however whether or not he realized such was the million pokedollar question. 

[wontbenullified]

Houndoom!

Catch or Release 4/6 || Accepting || @holoakue

           His eyes lit up, leave it to a double to know perfectly what he’d like. “The Pokémon once believed to be the grim reaper from it’s cries alone, dividing up meat evenly among all members of it’s pack. The flames it spews, those burns never fully heal. Powerful, loyal, and so amazing to look at. Nice choice.”