#pastsideals

[pastsideals]

Okay, I wanna throw myself out there, would you all mind to like/reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a Independent PKMN OC!? Thank you!!

[unovasjustice]

@pastsideals​ transmitted: ‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

    Oh no, now she feels a tiny bit bad for laughing at him. However, how could she not when he had seen him faceplant into the marsh after being tackled by a Palpitoad?

    “Thank you... but I’m soooo sorry!” A few more giggles follow before she regains her composure. She should probably make sure he’s okay. “Need a hand? I think I have a spare towel in my bag.”

[chaserainbows]

Musical Vibe Check, the exciting sequel - @wanderlust-songbird @leforetilex @pastsideals @mirroredranger

Kanaria: Lullaby of a Deserted Hell

Alaric: Doctor Sithe - The Solitary Coroner

Ethan: Promised Blood first theme

Lucas: Bibliophile with a Deciphering Eye

Eren: Zero

Valerie: The Fairies’ Adventurous Tale

[aquaviolent]

starter for @pastsideals​ !

“I said -- move.”

It was somewhat of a rarity for visitors to appear in Hoenn, and even rarer that the league picked HIM to greet the newcomers. And yet, here he is in all his glittering (quite literally) presence, one hand on his hip as the other one holds his phone, looking over the name of the person who is supposed to arrive in Slateport city.

Eren, was it? He glances over the slowly gathering crowd, ready to hand out autographs if it’ll keep them occupied. Getting a celebrity to do the greeting was one of the new tourist traps that the League had set up, and Wallace was more than annoyed with it. Not with the poor boy of COURSE, but with the circumstances. 

“Oooh, where is he ...”

[pastsideals]

YO~! I think it is time I go and make a  permanent starter call for mutuals! By liking this post or replying if your a multi muse blog or side blog,  you will be telling me that you’re okay with me:

tagging you in random starters/one-liners when the ideas hit me

throwing Eren  into your inbox unprompted

hopping into your IMs to plot and/or yell about our muses [or even just to say hi if we haven’t interacted yet!]

ADORING YOUR CHARACTER!!!!!!

So yeah… hit that like or drop a reply on this post if you’re interested! Thank you in advance for letting me know~ I ain’t too shy so I’ll come to you if your shy to come to me :))))

[chaserainbows]

Eren: [literally trying to vibe check Touya]

Touya, a capitalist:

[hoennhunk]

@pastsideals​ said:  “You put up a really good fight, Senpai! That meta gross you got has hands for days! When I get one, I hope I can make it glow and get those four arms too like yours did!” He was fired up from seeing them go head to head twice in a row.“ Guess you could say the battle is over and DON...Phan” He said trying to get a laugh.

Of course he’d mention the one pokemon he was the most angry about how the battle went for it. 

Usually Brendan could appreciate puns, yet this time he choose to ignore it. This guy didn’t need to see him get ugly after all, that would be unbecoming. 

“It’s Metagross. The extra arms come from mega-evolution. If you want one as a pokemon partner, you’ll need to find a belum and reach a strong bond. Once it becomes a metagross you should be able to try to mega-evolve it. You’d just need a ring and a metagrossite.” He was matter of fact in tone and he could have sworn he saw this guys before in passing! Though he was in no mindset to be social.

“Kalos is the region where it’s the most popular so if want to learn more about it, traveling there would be a good start. Later, I got business to take care of.”

[iruludavare]

You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?”

Worried Starters || Accepting

     His words, while perhaps well-intentioned, do nothing more than ignite a tiny spark of annoyance deep within Serena’s chest, having never wished for an off-hand comment to evoke an almost patronising response from the other. Indeed, as grey eyes flicker off to the side, and light frown makes itself known, . She has not told Eren of her current state-- of the nights spent wide awake, or forgetting to eat, all born from the horribly paranoid idea that someone was watching her from the shadows. Or how naturally pale lips were painted over with a slight tint to hide the whiter shade they have chosen to take on, and dark circles were concealed long before stepping outside. By all means, he should not know, and yet, somehow he does.      Vexing and worrisome, indeed.

          “And how would you know that...?”

     It is a question that slips out of her lips first-- one that words itself harsher than the heroine intended for it to be, but perhaps that could be blamed on her state. After all, if the lack of sleep and food did not make this conversation difficult enough, the language they speak-- Kalosian-- is not her first, or even second. Tone and words that she would have otherwise picked slip away. A single hand moves to rub at one side of pale features, before lacing themselves through gold curls.      The sooner she can get back home, the better..

          “Sorry. If we can move along from scolding me like I am a little child, I would appreciate it greatly.”