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[leilani-and-kass]

Dimensional paintbrush for Leilani!

Glow in the dark baby

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[gregnas-the-grouch]

You know me. Hand over them Dusknoir headcanons.

Beyond their combat capabilities, most humans don’t have Dusknoirs as companions due to their grumpy and sullen nature, as well as the constant reminder they will reap your soul one day. Not exactly the most comforting thing to think about. However, the few that do have one find an invaluable and loyal companion. Dusknoirs form strong bonds with those they are close to and will protect their companions to the bitter end. Though, when that day of passing on inevitably comes. They seem quite sad, yet also happy. For they are, in the end, the reapers. And they know better than anyone what happens when you say goodbye.

[deathbycelosia]

Terminus@Celosia: Albeit subtle, he regarded the maractus with a glint of concern in his eye. "That wound you have sustained was quite deep. I am no doctor, but I suspect it may not fully heal for some time." He lowered his head. "Will you be alright, regardless?"

“If only I wasn’t so stupid…. Gods, Doc, I should’ve just waited for you– but if I didn’t– then that kid wouldn’t have made it– UGH. I shouldn’t have tried to touch it.” Celosia prattled on, not really talking to anyone anymore.

“Little Miss, the berries. Hand them here. I should be able to crush them to make an ointment. It should stop any infections.” The Doctor grabbed the pouch from Syn. 

“We should be able to procure a mortar and pestle from The Exorcist, once she’s done securing that filthy mutt.” 

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[asktheboxghosts]

Trainer Fool: “So to answer your question, it’s natural. Of course the language I learned that was human was dead...soooo that was an interesting time when I tried to go out into the world. A kid with big curse that speaks a dead language and can understand Pokemon? Who’d want to interact with a freak like that~? The DCA that’s who. Kek. It’s fine now but boy, those early days were something~” -She clears her throat before speaking again.-  “Ssmkfona oapiar fjiefimoa hroq I tinau oakent eajopal Nakahul I sfkaope kaope deg nasoi aloke oeapje. Ladoa ertcha I sfkaope easoias tinau oakent laowln alokger aloke, nira owje. Andas aloke udq cana fuewi feriat deg fieoaj. Veader owje?” 

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[mirific-meowstic-archives]

Keiimei@The Stranger: The darkrai cautiously hovers between Asher and the unknown meowstic as if defending the former. "Woah there, lady, there's no reason to be hostile. The little dude's just a kid." He tried to keep his cool. "Why were you asking for his name, anyway? Isn't he just a random passerby like anybody else?"

“You all have the nerve of accusing me of shit when you all just pop outta the damned shadows” The stranger grumbles to herself before fixing both mon with a bored stare. She takes a step forward. “Since no one has any level of faith in me, let me explain something.”

“A random passerby at this hour is usually an adult, sometimes drunk sometimes not. This kid is another story. He comes hauling ass outta nowhere, rams straight into me and then has the gall to tell me to “get the hell out of his way”.” The stranger points at Asher. Asher’s expression drops to one of guilt, solidifying what she says to be true.

 “Now since none of you are local, you sure as shit don’t know about the hell that’s been breaking loose at nightfall. I needed the brats name so I could haul his ass home before he wanders out where no one can see him and turns up missing or worse, in pieces.” The stranger steps closer to Keiimei, eyes glowing menacingly. Her previously bored expression has faded, turning to one of suppressed rage, though there is also something else there. She casts a gaze up to Loli.

“Now let me turn the tables here. How are all of YOU supposed to be trusted? How are YOU not expected to make things worse?” The stranger snorts. “You mean to tell me that he would be better off in the hands of mon who randomly show up outta nowhere? You guys are hilarious, really.” The stranger’s voice drips with sarcasm.

It seems that the stranger is adept at flipping accusations back around. The air is tense. While the stranger’s take seems believable, her words seem almost rehearsed, and her emotions somewhat fake.

[pikkus-askhub]

‽ for Lloyd!

‽ - Something your muse has problems understanding

Lloyd is pretty open minded, so there’s not too much, but one thing he does have problems understanding is a weird cult that has popped up, albeit one he hasn’t encountered in person.

The Order of Ice is a Cult built in the understanding that Pandirror’s arrival into the world was one of a “Renewal” of the world, a slate to be wiped clean.

[thetakenpokemon-rp]

@negativenox | [Continued from here!]

[PoV: Asmund]

Normally when there are undesirables eaves-dropping on an unwanted conversation, I would immediately lash out with a chain of threatening words. However when the Froslass shoo’d the onlookers off, I couldn’t even bring myself to feel a slight bit of irritation.

To feel this drained makes me almost wish to shrink into nonexistence, since never have I felt this much weakness before. This body granted me a feeling of invincibility, the sensation of being unbeatable. I know that despite its various strengths I’ll eventually come across something that will destroy me, but I tend to ignore the future and relish on the present.

But now? Even this powerful prison can’t even lift me up, since I’ve sunk so low that I’m not sure if I’ll ever rise up again.

Then the Froslass started talking again.

Part of me wanted to tune her out, like how I’m trying to tune out everything. But her words ended up catching my attention, in which I listened half-heartedly.

Is she...trying to inspire or reassure me?

With each word that rolls out of her spectral maw I feel myself slowly turn to face her, my empty eyes fixated on her form.

Eventually she finished her motivational spiel and grows uncertain, seeing the way she averts her gaze and holds herself. At this point I’ve stopped listening, since my mind is now dwelling on her previous words.

Normally when someone tries to use some uplifting bullshit on me, my first reaction would be to tell them to either fuck off or go fuck themselves...sometimes even a combination of the two. But right now, I don’t feel the energy to even speak...

...or at least...I didn’t earlier.

There’s a lot of shit I don’t agree with her on, such as ‘finding a new path’. This body limits pretty much all of the paths that I could possibly take, the only one available to me is the one I’m treading as of this very moment.

However...she is correct on one thing. I can’t let life win.

No...

Hell...fucking...no...

With each second flying by I feel something bubble within me, not the flames of anger like previously...but some sort of spark.

A spark of defiance.

I’ve hit my lows constantly, shaking others off and trying to focus on the present. But after dealing with my own thoughts for too long, I’ve broken down.

Yet at the same time, I need to pick up my pieces and shrug it off. I can’t let life beat me again, not this fucking time.

I hate this body, but at the same time I’m a fucking walking titan. A single punch can turn anyone’s skull into mush, my steam cooks anyone alive, and my cannon leaves nothing but stains. I possess the strength and firepower to shove life’s shit right back down its throat to the point where it chokes.

However...I need to find some other thing to cling onto, my anger will only get me so far before I sputter and collapse...

...like earlier.

But what should I focus on? I can’t deal with my thoughts, it always leads to depression and despair.

...

I’ll...think of something, I’ll either find it...or it’ll find its way to me.

...

I feel my fist slowly clench, my gaze fixated on the Froslass that’s now second-guessing her actions.

Normally a pleasant individual would probably comfort her, to say that her words were wonderful or uplifting or some other bullshit.

But I’m no pleasant individual, not by a longshot.

“Look at me.” I speak up, my tone no longer containing the quietness and emptiness from earlier. Instead it possesses a sudden strength, making my words sound like an order.

I don’t wait for her response. “What you’ve just said is a load of bullshit, the most bullshit of bullshit to ever bullshit.” I close whatever minimal distance left between us, my frame completely towering over hers. “Whatever shit that came out of your mouth is something only a hopeless bastard would cling onto, thinking that there truly is hope in the world.”

I stare down at her, my expression unmoving. But...for just one brief moment...my empty black eyes shine with a red energy.

“There is no ‘may’, no ‘maybe’, no ‘perhaps’, and especially no ‘possible’.” I raise my clenched fist to my chest. “Only ‘will’ and ‘will not’.”

The spark of defiance, I can feel it fueling myself.

“Only some spineless fucker would hold onto those words, to think that they’ll have a chance. But in reality...it takes someone with actual spine to know what is and isn’t possible, to know what’s well within their abilities and accept it.”

“I may have no literal spine, but my soul more than makes up for it.” I tap my chest, the center within my body being where the core is.

The core that stores my soul.

“My previous behavior was fucking unacceptable, in which we will never speak of it.” I add emphasis to ‘never’, daring her to object. “I’ve judged myself, realizing that my words are nothing but bullshit. I need to keep pushing, since I’ll be damned if I let myself fall again like I did last time.” I shake my head. “I will not be fucking chained to a table and get stabbed by a sacrificial knife, I will not have my dying soul stripped from my corpse and stuffed into a machine.” I lean down, my metallic face getting close to her. “You know why?” I ask lowly.

“That already happened, so now I’m a fucking war machine.”

I stand straight, raising my cannon to the air. “I’ve killed nearly all of the Pokemon that did this to me, their numbers being well into the thirties. I’ve taken on massive Feral bastards and interdimensional freaks, utilizing my form as both shield and hammer.” I feel the defiant energy bubbling further, threatening to overflow. “I only have one path, so I’ll keep walking it until there’s nothing else to destroy...or I am destroyed. I will accept either fate gladly, because I’m a fucking war machine that will purge every last ounce of scum on this fucking rock.”

I point my cannon at her, the giant weapon gleaming threateningly in the sunlight. “And you?”

I hold it onto her for a long, long while...almost seeming like I’m considering on wiping her off this planet.

But that’s not my intention.

“Fucking swallow those words, swallow them and never speak of them again. What you’ve uttered is a disgrace to all of you Pokemon, to all LIVING and UNDEAD fuckers.” I lower my weapon. “You and I both know there’s no room on this planet for bullshit, so cut it. I know my limits and what I can and cannot do, but do you?” I shake my head. “Everyone knows their shit, only fools ignore it and think beyond what they’re capable of. You? You don’t seem like an ignorant cunt, you have a brain...undead or not.”

If I had a pair of lungs and an actual mouth, I would’ve taken a deep breath right now. “You and I just met, and I sure as hell wish we never even crossed paths. But what’s done is fucking done, we’re no God or Arceus and can rewind reality to undo our mistakes.” If they could even do that, but I don’t really give a fuck at the moment. “Nevertheless, what you said was done. So although you need to take them back, you also need to own up to it. Once you start talking, you need to fucking commit to it. To second guess yourself after you’ve spoken will only make yourself look more like an idiot, even if your own words are shit.”

Okay...maybe not the best or even properly comprehensible of advice, but I haven’t given advice to someone in fucking years...so sue me.

“Nevertheless, this shit may have started due to you meeting me...but I was the-” The words stop.

I...was about to admit that I was at fault here and not her.

Yeah...that’s crossing the deep end. There’s some things I won’t admit to people, and me being wrong is definitely one of them.

My thoughts on my existence is one of them too, but we’ve all witnessed...I’ve already fucked that one up.

At this point I’ve ran out of things to say, but my ‘energy-filled high’ hasn’t burnt off yet. In the end I shake my head, mumbling a few words to myself.

“Don’t fucking second-guess yourself, it makes you weak.” I eventually say. “Don’t do what I just did earlier.”

[gregnas-the-grouch]

☭ Goul vs Whisper!

WhisperBattle Intro: “Nice meeting you again, officer. Still think it was a good idea letting me go?”Victory: “Now, now, Goul. I’m sure you’ll find working for me isn’t so bad. Let me show you the rest of the community.”Half HP: “Well, I guess life hasn’t completely left your withering body, old man.”Low HP: “Hmm, pretty sure my arm isn’t supposed to bend that way.”Defeat: “If I didn’t know any better. I’d say you’d hold some sort of grudge against me, ha!”Death: “Best check your bullets. I’ll be back soon enough~”Assist: “And people say I don’t help the elderly!”Taunt: “One foot in the grave already. Trying to speed up the process?”Reacting to Taunt: “Bringing Adeline into this? I’ll rip your tongue out for that!”Flee: “Can’t have my thumbprint if I have no thumbs!”Reacting to Flee: “Honestly, what’s a few years difference at this point?”Tie: “Certainly spry for someone your age~”Perfect Victory: “Don’t worry, Warrior should have fun with what’s left.”Low HP Victory: “Bah, you got a few lucky shots in!”Finishing Move: “What comes next should be a learning experience, even for you!”