#jeer

[pkmn-thenextgeneration]

New designs from Sara!!!

Aurora “Rory” Oak - Gary/Miette

Next will be Nik, Roise and Freyja!!

[wrenwhite]

this is technically part of a larger WIP but god knows it takes me years to finish larger projects that consist of 3 characters standing in a static pose as a part of a single image, so i'm just posting it. wahoo. it's my pokesona Jeer. :^) shop ☆ twitter ☆ commissions

[enbywerewolf]

Jeer for @wrenwhite

[unscramblerer]

Todays Scrabble word of the day is: Gibe

[starwarrior72]

Behold, a jeer. @bygodstillam

[insects-in-every-hole]

Jeer at J&J’s Pizza Dungeon, 2/29/20

[crivil]

Jeer by wlop

[coldresolve]

can you tell us anything about the secret third thing?

hmmm theres this, and then a few bits and pieces ive written down for it. heres a snippet :)

"Hello?" Jeer tries. Even his near-whisper feels strangely aggressive in this void. There's no answer. The blood in his mouth has a familiar sweetness to it. Jeer shifts a little, eyes searching blindly in the pitch black, in the direction of the mind. He tries to pick up any reflections, any shimmering or movement in the darkness that would betray where the person is, but he can't. "I know you're there," he says carefully. "I can f-... I can hear you." Truth be told, the person is so quiet, Jeer can't even hear them breathing. What if the lingering drugs are playing tricks on his abilities? What if he's sensing something that isn't actually there? It feels so solid, though. Conscious. Aware. He counts the seconds. Ten, twenty, thirty. Feels the air seep out of his open mouth, deflates a little against the pillar. Two layers of thin fabric is all that shields his back against the coarse concrete. His awareness of the mind slowly diminishes as the bite in his cheek stops bleeding. He's in the middle of trying to convince himself that he made the whole thing up when something makes him tense up anew. Tk. Faint, but stark against the silence. The unmistakable sound of someone clicking their tongue reverbs off the walls, much closer than Jeer would've thought. Five, maybe six feet away, it's hard to tell; it comes from his left, at about 8 o'clock. Jeer instinctually pulls his legs up, leaning back further. He hesitates for a moment. Grits his teeth. Alright. His voice stays low. "Did she take you, too?" Another pause, and then - Tk.