#non-plot

[ask-flash-thompson]

I used his hair from before the au started because this is not really involved with the plot or anything

[a-new-oasis]

Merry Christmas

Veselé Vánoce! a Šťastný Nový Rok!

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! I'm not going anywhere, but I will posting slightly less than I have been

[ask-stockholmsyndrome]

Non-Plot Post

[Putting this here because I’ve seen someone, blackwaterranch specifically, making Leafeon subspecies. I just want this on record that a Burning Bush Leafeon subspecies will be appearing in my plot. Saves me from potential risk of copying/stealing/plagiarism. I’m by no means forbidding anyone from making a Burning Bush subspecies. I just want to protect myself since the Leafeon won’t make the debut for a while.]

[ixius-replies-blog]

[ Non-plot ]

Terrance: “This blue one...with the dedenne page-holder how-ever... I need to talk to my contact on how extactely he aquires these books....”

(( I thought, why not insert a little cameo thingy of a blog I’ve been following for the past days now. ask-surskit . To be fair I don’t even know if their dedenne char has a secret snack stash journal, but it was about books, so I made up a book. if it’s wrong, forgive me jesus-bug mod ;P ))

[betasandscarves-blog]

Just Friends || Erica & Isaac || Non-Plot

Isaac rushed into the loft, wanting to feel the pull of his pack, needing a bond. He found Erica lounging on the couch, looking up once he walked in, his heart pounding against his chest.

"Erica," He started, staring her down with intent. "Do you feel it?"

[puppetking-blog-blog]

roaming | open

Eyes fell on him as he walked. An unsettling feeling settled on his shoulders -- who were they, and what did they want? Were they even watching him? What if it was just him being paranoid? 

Swallowing thickly, N pulled the brim of his hat lower with an anxious squeeze to his necklace pendant. He didn't recognize anyone. But what if they were from the police? Perhaps he should have opted to travel in the sky like Reshiram had suggested... But there was a storm rolling in, and he needed some kind of shelter. He never liked the cold. 

Lost within his thoughts, he bumped shoulders with someone hard enough to knock him off balance, sending him stumbling a few steps to the side, only to get in the way of other busy pedestrians who clicked their tongue in annoyance at the disruption of flow. With a mumbled apology and a fumbled, shaky recovery of his fallen hat, N picked himself up before turning towards the first stranger. 

"I'm s-sorry. It's my fault. I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry. I'm-- sorry..."

[odette-walker]

Complain complain complain.

"For one second, Balthazar, think about what comes out of your mouth before you say it." A beadhead ginger yelled from an open window on Odette's laptop.

"No offense, but I have to agree." She paused, staring at the camera. "...Scratch that, offense."

The dark brunette in the lower right hand window scoffed, waving his hand as if the truth about his opinions would drift away. "Sérieusement?" 

"Don't go french on me." The ginger yelled again, his American dialect was very pronounced.

"Je veux aller la cinéma. Peut-etre jeudi?" Balthazar ignored his ranting. Clasping his hands in front of his face, he pleaded with Odette.

"Non. Je déteste le cinéma."

"Pour cette raison?"

"Je ne me souviens pas."

"Well that's just cruel." Balthazar threw his hands up before slamming them down off-screen. "Jeremy, talk some sense into Odette, will you? She doesn't want to go to the movies with me."

"Large amalgamations of human beings are not something I particularly like to be associated in or around.." Odette snapped, staring at a loading page. When was the last time she checked the news of the world?

"If she don' wanna go. She don' wanna go." Jeremy smoothed out his hair on the screen's reflection before looking behind him. "Did the package come yet?"

"Probably." Odette looked to the door before back to the loading screen and typing slowly across the keys. Something was off.

"Hey, don't space out on us." As she looked to Balthazar, she swore she saw a hooded figure behind him and jerked her hands back form the keyboard.

"..Hey what's with you?" Jeremy also had a hooded figure behind him.

"BEHIND YOU!" She yelled, making them turn in sync as a hooded figure appeared behind her. Before she had time to react, the figure behind her stabbed her in the head. She slumped over,groaning and taking the laptop with her weight and crashing onto the floor.

Blood flowed freely from the wound, pooling onto her gray carpet and starting to touch the laptop. Both connections from her friends had been cut.

[turbotwopointoh]

News Flash: Bugs HATE air freshener!

They'll keel over if ya spray em with it. I might just have t'take a few canisters of Frebreeze with me next time I head out! I wonder if it'll work on Cybugs...? Heh! Only one way t'find out!