#rottenrhythms

[orreanintrepidness]

@rottenrhythms from HERE

"No, not that one, I've heard about that one more than enough, I got my own from around the same time doin' the same shit." Alistair spoke rather bluntly, not with any animosity mind you, his focus was elsewhere.

He just glared back, his gaze not shifting at all, just waiting for her to realize where it was actually focused, and then, bingo, she had it.

"Yeah I remember plenty, I remember them bein' pretty shit at it too. But that ain't important. Yeah I remember them, what about 'em?"

[pridepoisoned]

FOR THOSE WITH A REPUTATION | accepting!! @rottenrhythms sent: “ you know the police are still after you, right? ”

Still seated in one of Virbank's...homelier cafes, Eris Evans glances up at the sudden introduction, her personal research notes splayed across the small table. The sprawl of documents reveals bits and pieces of her current studies, all focusing on the differing effects of poison Pokemon venom.

Eris doesn't recognize Roxie. To the vacationing Devon scientist, the new arrival isn't a Gym Leader or renowned musician, just a nuisance. A momentary scowl and hardened look flickers across her features before her expression is replaced (just as quickly) with an innocently concerned smile. Just another mask change, honed with years of practice...

"May I ask why..." Eris pauses, adjusting the bridge of her glasses before blinking up at the bassist/singer, "...the police here would have a reason to pursue me? You might frighten someone with such a baseless claim, you know."

Another wonderfully fake smile is flashed in Roxie's direction.

Go away.

[draconscious]

@rottenrhythms​​ replied to this:

“Actually, that reminds me - how do you deal with bein’ so close to that lava for hours, exactly?”

“Endurance training in the Dragon’s Den is helpful, since there’s a lot of natural hot springs that act like miniature saunas throughout the grounds. All of my Gym Trainers are required to maintain their stamina in order to qualify--and stay qualified--for their positions.”

“Of course, it’d be harmful to spend too much time in the Gym above all that heat...but I usually only have to outlast my challengers, and they never make it very long. If the environment doesn’t make quick work of them, my dragons will.”

[dragonskxnslair]

probably late but Chest Stare

Send ‘Chest Stare’ For the receiving muse to catch the sending muse staring at their chest.

"What? Is it...is it too low cut, or..?" She awkwardly tugs on the collar of her keyhole sweater, blushing.

[chaserainbows]

Assigned Spongebob Kin - @viomuses​ @pumpkaboospiced​ @sereina​ @rottenrhythms​ @galaxciaas​

Fire:

Rufus:

Asuia:

Izzy:

Serena:

Roxie:

Hailey:

[kalosian-writer]

@rottenrhythms asked: "Right now, you only speak when spoken to, y'got it?" (mainverse)

Royalty AU Sentence Starters

“Alright, alright, I’ve got it.” Jules murmured as they hurried along, following closely behind Roxie so as not to lose her in the crowd. “But-while I’m still being spoken to-you haven’t exactly told me why I need to be quiet or what exactly we’re doing. Care to enlighten be a little, mon amie?”

Perhaps she sounded a little more irate than intended, but as a reporter, it felt practically like an insult to be left out of the loop. Especially by Roxie.

[klarazy]

“ I guess I got a lot to learn.

        But at least I lost to her! I’ll take that!! ”

vs @rottenrhythms​

[deflowrd-blog]

★ @rottenrhythms​ ★

“I can’t believe that guy really thinks that he’s got a good sound. I mean, geez. I knew people back in Toronto who sounded better than them - and they actually sounded like nails on chalkboard bad.”

That entire sentence was shouted by the way, since this is being written in plain font on a computer on a quiet evening. In case one didn’t have eyes, let’s set the scene: a really loud band had decided to take the stage after the previous, better-sounding one. So why not comment on how awful they were to the girl who actually was in the better band? 

Ramona might be mysterious ( and by that, it can be inferred that she’s really mysterious ), but her opinions on music would always be heard. In fact, they brought the mind the image of the three she knew back in Toronto, those misfits - just thinking about Sex Bob-omb was sending chills up her spine; and not the good chills, by the way. The kind of chills that made one cringe in the utmost secondhand humiliation. But she supposed they weren’t all bad - Kim was a pretty solid drummer, and Stephen sure did his best.

As for Scott, well... again. He tried. And wasn’t that what mattered in the end?

Wait, wait. Let’s get back to - y’know - the PRESENT.

And in front of her was quite the individual - a wild-looking white-haired girl with an outfit that just screamed purple in every which way. It was truly something incredible to behold. But hopefully...

She knew something about a certain no-show.

“You’re the guitarist, right? I was supposed to be meeting some guy here. I think he was in your band, actually. I think he had some crazy hair. I mean... crazier than yours. He was apparently gonna pick up his package here, but decided to bail on me at the last minute. Know where he went?”

“Good sound by the way! You guys have seriously got it together. Better than the last live show I went to.” 

Poor Scott. She hardly knew ye.