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[melusea]

@a-girl-named-angel

Finding this sanctuary should have been easy. Leon had been here before and he has an idea of how to get here, but with his sense of directions it's a miracle he can end up at the same place twice. Without Charizard, he would have never have made it.

Regardless, he was looking forward to returning to this quant sanctuary. Picking up what Chariman Rose left behind wasn't easy. His focus had been the Battle Tower, creating a place for trainers to grow stronger and test themselves. Leon's love for battles never withered, even without his Champion title, but he also loves Pokemon too.

Which leads him to here today. He remembers eagerly sponsoring this place, happy to have a spot in Galar that cared for Pokemon. While it may not have been related to battles, he adored the thought of Pokemon having a safe space to be in.

"Hey there!" Leon waves when he finally spots someone- the owner, he recalls. "Angel, was it? How're things going here? I hope I'm not intruding on anything am I? Err, I'm not here for anything bad, promise! I just really wanted to see this place again!" He adds, forgetting that he technically has some more authority in the region with his new position.

[heavendestroys]

✮ taste of blood

@sanguisx

There’s already fire roaring somewhere in the lot, a beacon drawing them forward towards the forces waiting there. She’d already crept through the darkness and witnessed it once, the wild convoy squatting there amidst the hollowed skeletons of old cars. They look more like monsters in the dark, but there’d been something uncomfortably human when left witnessing them on their own territory. A different portrait sketched out when she could see a woman laughing as she paints the face of the man next to her. It might’ve left room for a sliver of guilt.

At least until they'd dragged a prisoner from the building on her left.

That memory is enough to fuel her now, approaching side by side with Leon. Somewhere in the darkness others are making the same approach, the plan to bottle them up and destroy anyone or anything that draws a weapon against them. It’s wholesale slaughter and if she acknowledges it for what it is, there’s no room for uncertainty. And perhaps it’s fitting that it’s not the first time she’s committed that much violence with the man next to her. This time there just aren’t any ties of blood.

It places the burden of rescue in other hands, but if there’s that intense and almost desperate urge to see that girl’s guardian set free of his prison, logic swears this is a better place for her when she knows how to kill without flinching. And if she dies in the process, then it’s an acceptable sacrifice as long as the others get free.

It escalates quickly. The fire suddenly roaring brighter in her eyes and her steps quicken until she’s at the edge of the fence. Gun held tightly in her hands and the first blast rips through a man before he even sees her coming. Tearing through his chest and dropping him, and she’s quick to move by the body. Another blast takes out the next, but they don’t hold much of her attention, in search of the more vile monsters lingering inside.

[jleuns]

hello. please look at my cat.

[grahamdavids0n-blog]

                                           “  No, don’t do that it’s not safe.  ”

        ○    León | @leonxturner

Nunca ha sido un atleta, nunca destacó en ningún deporte, nunca tuvo un reconocimiento por valentía, por habilidades físicas, habilidades prácticas. Sus méritos siempre han sido tras los libros, aquellos que le mantienen a salvo a excepción de esta ocasión. Se ha encontrado sin intención alguna de reaccionar y accionar, no sabe que hacer. Son situaciones como estas las que salen de sus manos y le obligan a perder todo pensamiento de esperanza para ser lógicos, su lógica en ese momento es -no hay manera de sobrevivir-. Sin embargo prefiere guardárselo para él a ganarse algunos insultos. Se encuentra en uno de los lugares con más problemas, el segundo piso. Una figura masculina se alza ante él con intenciones de realizar lo que Graham podría catalogar como estupidez innecesaria. “No lo hagas, no es seguro.” Vocifera en un tono bajo, sin saber que esperar de la reacción del contrario.

[jleuns]

a soft baby.

[aniimirai-blog]

@youcanttellmewhattodomom

With a shaky hand, the blond hands over the styrofoam cup.

“B-be c-careful, though.... I th-think I'm ascending....”

[chimeraking]

Honey, I'm home!

I WILL BE MARRIED FOR A WEEK TO THE FIRST PERSON IN MY ASKBOX WHO SAYS “HONEY, I’M HOME”

[Begins 11/16, ends 11/23.]

@csirisrising

The brunette chimera chuckled sheepishly, a blush overwhelming his cheeks upon Hathor’s ‘lucky’ outcome. “A-aha, oh my… it seems that you’re stuck with me for a week, my lady.”