#toxicharcms

[fauxbloom-blog1]

@toxicharcms ❤ ‘d for a starter.

The blunt end of the lurantis’s petal scythes were placed under her chin, eye’s closed as the grass type lay against a fallen tree, soaking up the rays of sunshine that trickled through the dense overhead canopy. A single eye popped open, staring towards the scent of...pheromones? The lurantis could tell from the visits kiawe and his pokemon took occasionally to the forest to greet mallow that it probably belonged to a salazzle, but mallow wasn’t even here today, and the fire captain never wandered this far into the jungle without her help. 

So it begged the question, why was the fire type here exactly?

[infxnatum]

(( @toxicharcms mentions a potential threesome

@galladeoftheroundtable says it's be a fun plot for Galahad to struggle between Siegfried and Innes

THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE))

[galladeoftheroundtable]

“I appreciate my mentor’s concern. But I don’t I’m in that much danger. What’s the worst that could happen?”

[oceanicmaestro-moved]

toxicharcms replied to your post: Alavastor casually claps his flippers in between...

//vastor can fuck w/ innes any way he wants lmao–//

WHEEZED LAUGHTER

He’ll take her up on that I assure you

[galladeoftheroundtable]

A Knight and a Temptress

( @toxicharcms )

The forest was alive with the sounds of combat, various Flying-Types scattering from the hullabaloo. The source of all the noise? A lone Gallade, furiously attacking a myriad of makeshift training dummies. While a few had fallen already, several more continued to surround the Pokemon.

How long had it been? Galahad found himself constantly asking that. How long since he finished training with the chivalrous wizened Bisharp, the same one who had given him the worn scarf he wears to this day? How long since, after learning the path of the Knight, he set off to create his own team of adventurous Pokemon? It felt like weeks, and yet, it felt like only a few days ago at the same time.

At this point, it felt like there was no point in doing this. After all, he had continued this journey, but bore no fruit. Maybe he would be better off....

Shaking his head, Galahad let out a small grunt, several ethereal blades surrounding him, amplifying his strength, before he shot off towards the nearest dummy, peppering it with a barrage of punches and kicks. Those thoughts would not do. He would not give up on his dreams. Not now, and not ever. 

And, he thought as he moved on from dummy to dummy, throwing all his might into each strike,  it took him ages to achieve his goal....So be it.

[decidxeye]

"Please, hon, talk to me."

Four Words. PROMPTS. - NOT ACCEPTING!

Silence at first - only for short seconds that fly by only for Alba's solemn voice to ring out.

"N..--Not now, Inaina.

It's best if you leave."