#yooooo~

[greenmute]

𝕵𝖔 on Twitter

“KUFHOISDPCJDVLKZM WHAT THE FUCK???? https://t.co/iPngnck9zI”

[baekuras]

dancing

Put a word inside my inbox

And I’ll tell you a fact about myself based off that word

I love dancing but I won’t choose to do it in school because all the ones who have danced for years will be there and I’d look like a cute, little potato and just be out of placestill dance almost every day somehow

[aquietemptyspace]

ONLINE

[holidayseasoninsnowdin]

Oh, you know.

Just casually flirting with my best friend.

No big deal. u w u 

[madomadotsuki]

friendofthecure started following you

"... ah... do I know you from somewhere...?" Madotsuki's closed eyes narrowed thoughtfully for a moment as she looked quietly at Noah, but it was quickly brushed off.

"... ah, no. I don't think so... I think it was just because you... remind me of someone I know..."

Mentioning that certain someone was a girl would be a big deal? For the child, not really, albeit she deemed it unnecessary unless the topic had further ado from the other party.

"... anyway... do you need anything, mister...?"

[jinx-of-the-spirits]

Don't Spook Yourself Now | Closed RP: 'nansi

The forest was always a place of solace, no matter where Jinx was. That was something he found to be of comfort since the beginning of his adventures as a trainer.

He had just returned to his apartment not too long ago, only to be greeted by his Ghost Pokemon with tears of joy and fear alike. He could understand their pain- there was always that possibility that they had been abandoned. Jinx was glad that they had trusted him enough to have stayed. Though... the apartment was a bit in shambles. Maybe the landlord had dubbed the room haunted or something. Jinx decided he would talk to her later. For now, he was in the local forest of Laverre Town, watching his Pokemon play and have fun in the leaves.

Magi stayed next to her trainer with worried eyes- her trainer didn't seem to have the same energy as he used to have. She could only wonder what had happened where he had gone. The one thing that upset her was the fact that he did no take her along! But his safe return had extinguished those feelings. 

Jinx looked back at Magi and smiled. "I'm sorry, old friend. I didn't mean to leave you all." The smile was a sad one with a hint of pure joy. He was happy to be back in the world. The Reverse World definitely had changed him. 

Magi promptly responded by shoving her trainer into a pile of leaves, where the other Pokemon decided to have a Poke-Pile on top of their trainer. Jinx laughed, glad that he had his Pokemon. Little did they notice there was someone nearby, save for Shade, who hid in the shadows behind the newcomer.

[wantedafamily-blog]

+2

extermiination

thatoddmutant

"You'd think I'd learned to put a tracker on that box by now, or something..."

[empressblendyarchived]

things I almost remember || emperorvastia & andloveisariddle

The grass beneath her feet whispered a silent song as the woman moved away from where she had stood, motionless as a statue, for more than an hour. Long hair of a unique shade of pink fell over bared shoulders and down the woman’s back. Her dress was flattering for her but it had no fixed colour. Within her first three steps, it changed from the purest white into a stronger shade of gold.

The woman was beautiful, there was no doubt about this, but there was more to her than just her beauty. Her eyes had the colour of the oceans, mighty and wide, and just like the seas, there were unexpected depths within her eyes, depths that made people wary and warned them that messing with this woman might not be the wisest thing to do.

And they were right not to do this.

Because this woman was the goddess of love and messing with her was generally not advised ---- her kind smile belied that she could be just as ruthless as she was beautiful and the last people who had tried to mess with her had ended up in a rather bad place.

Returning one of the golden arrows into the quiver on her back, she phased through dimensions. It was rare for her to be in the realm of humans – the feeling that came with it was always a bittersweet one – but there were assignments she could not leave to her … assistants, assignments she had to handle herself.

There had been a time, according to the mighty earth god Jura who was one of the oldest gods in existence, when she had been a mortal being, a human. She had asked, more than once, why she had been made the vessel of the last Gift after her death and how she had died but she had never received any answers.

She had to have faith in that she had been never lied to. And she could do this, she could believe them because what sort of reason would they have to lie to her?

Finally back in the realm of gods, her pace sped up and she moved across the golden meadows in a rush, barely allowing the grass to bow beneath her feet because she moved too fast.

She disturbed a group of young satyrs who were chasing after other spirits, as usual, as she entered the Silver Forest but although she would have scolded them usually, she did not interrupt her movement even for a second.

After the Golden Meadow and the Silver Forest, she finally reached her destination ---- the Great Hall where she had been summoned to.

With the decades and centuries that had passed, she had long grown sensitive enough to know where her presence was needed and so she did not have to receive a direct signal.

The Great Hall was a building which had – aside from its purpose as meeting point for the higher deities – merely two more functions. For one: it was meant to intimidate. The gold and the jewels were one thing, aura of power it radiated another. And then, secondly, it was the fortress where, deep underground and well-protected, the Gates were to be found.

The Gates that led into the separate dimensions were the eldest, the most powerful lived and slept, only to be called in times of dire need.

Today was no day for anyone to be woken.

Today, there would be a new arrival, a new god had entered his or her existence and the older gods would welcome them.

Approaching a man who had long become familiar to the goddess of love, she rested her hands on his shoulders. >>Lyon,<< she said calmly, >>how have you been?<<