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@theboyinnimbasa-blog
Get to know my muse a little better! Send a symbol and my muse will talk about that thing in relation to themselves.
💏 sexual orientation
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hxvemind:
A low howl seeps out of her fanged mouth, the ends of her fingertips making more static noises. The glitchiness is a side effect of the combined timelines (or so the voices say), and the howling is more of a grounding/coping mechanism to deal with the mob, the glitchiness, the loss of her home.
She doesn’t notice what ruckus she’s causing, but it should’ve been alright. Most people thought it was a stray Mightyena and left her alone; after all, her cries were identical to those of a Pokemon. Perhaps that was why Camilla approached her and attempted to “tame” her.
The crunch of a leaf becomes apparent, and so does the voice of a stranger. He looks like someone Jimmy talked about, but it must’ve been pure coincidence. She looks over her shoulder, her face blank, and returns to staring at the stars, saving her voice.
“It’s comforting.” Ao figures that’s all she needs to say, but continues anyway. “Uhm, it’s more of a venting thing, I guess. Peaceful and relaxing. Do you wanna join me?”
“Join in?” Cover thinks about that. “I’m more the singing type, really.” It does look kind of relaxing, so he pads over to her. He didn’t realise humans could make noises like that (do the playwrights at the musical know? He should ask when he gets back to Unova). When she breathes deeply, her whole body rattles. As she howls, she relaxes her fists -
A haze of WRONG sparks around her fingertips.
If Cover was human, or anything like one, this would be the part where his breath caught in his throat and he froze on the spot. The boy does stop moving (balancing impossibly in mid-step - that doesn’t matter now), but that’s because the god can’t take its attention away from the corruption eating away at its greater self, poisoning reality. Its familiar presence is so much worse in this unbroken world, where only birds can fly and muk don’t hatch from cocoons.
What is - what can it - it remembers, suddenly, what to do. It’s not like it hasn’t dealt with things like this before. It can do this.
First, a message. A glitch-creature, it sends in the general direction of Amber, humanlike, howling like a mightyena. As soon as it’s fired the impulse it returns its awareness to its avatar (only a few seconds lost, he can still get the jump on it). He slams down his foot hard enough to blast away the fallen leaves and shake the roots beneath the clearing, and charges.
He turns his left hand into a solid slab of bone and slams it into the girl’s chest, stretches the fingers of his right into vicious black claws (don’t touch the glitches don’t touch the glitches) and stabs it at her wrist. “What are you?!” he roars, the killing rage rising in him.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE POKEMON?
Please respond In the tags!
Doing a survey. Reblog if you are a "Just Wing It" role player. No planning or plotting is needed. Nor permission to make a starter just for you.
honestly I go either way. I’m pretty good on the fly but I like plotting too.
{i like to screw around in rinmarugames’ mega anime avatar creator so sue me}
{since i can’t draw have some mockups of what i think this brat looks like}
{left is default form for voice-era. right is half a second after seeing nimbasa for the first time (yes he was def a tirtouga then this is ~arteestic licence~)}
Haven’t got the time to set up a real proper promo yet; but the blog is ready to go so would you mind reblogging this around if you’d like to roleplay with a gijinka Yveltal? <3
{ayyy yooo hxvemind LET’S DO THIS THING}
Cover expected the howling to come from a trainer’s mightyena, or a growlithe out late. At the worst, he thought, it’d be some side-effect of the combined timelines that he’d have to deal with before it started corrupting things.
He’s not sure he won’t need to anyway. From behind this tree, the being howling at the stars looks like a human girl. There’s something about the way she moves, though, something about her scent. She fizzles at the edge of his senses in a way no creature of this dimension should, and not in the same way the voices do.
The voices... He’s heard some of his sibs (Helix, of course, and Root, but also Armour and Skull for whatever reason) talk about a host from the randomised timeline. Wild as the forests of Johto, they said. Were they the one with the mysterious powers?
Still. Host or not, outsider or not, threat or not, Cover is curious about this girl. When she stops howling to breathe, he slips out from behind the tree. “Why are you howling at the moon?” he asks, deliberately letting his shoes crunch in the leaf litter.
I'd love it if even one person did this
Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
{one of these days i’ll get around to writing up this brat’s backstory i stg}
on a scale of 1 to 10, these stupid Zodiac posts are an 11 in terms of inaccuracy.
Artemis, you weren't even on that last one.
Send “Such a beautiful specimen.” for your muse to be a scientist keeping mine in captivity.
Alternatively, send “The other side of the glass” for your muse to be the test subject.
{A} Day in the Life
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“Ah, sorry about that. I just need to sort out these books before I can really move.” A bit of shuffling ensued as Vivek cradled a stack of encyclopedias into his chest accompanied by clumsy fingers that inserted one through a gap in the shelf. Here in Canalave City, it was a normal particular day of working as a part time librarian - only, now he found himself rather occupied, to the point where he couldn’t clear the way for another trainer who must’ve wanted to browse this section.
“Could you maybe… wait a bit?” With a grunt, he had managed to wedge another thick tome alongside the others, finding it more difficult as time went by. Eventually, though, he somehow managed to make each encyclopedia fit, as cramped as the space was.
Upon having finally heaved out an exasperated sigh, Vivek turned to regard whoever it was that visited the library. “Welp, that’s done. I think my hands are gonna be sore from all that pushing and clamping, but hey, it was worth it.” He stood off the side, allowing ample space for the trainer to examine the titles. Just in case he needed him for anything else, Vivek also made sure to remain.
"Thanks,” Cover said, slipping past the librarian - wait, hadn’t he said that in Unovan? “Thank you,” he said, in the right language this time, mind already focusing on the reference books.
There were so many of them. Plume had dragged him to the Nacrene library, of course, but that had been all dull scientific texts and fossilised animals he wasn’t supposed to touch. But this library looked like it had a book about everything, and it was in Sinnoh which meant a totally different cultural heritage and literary tradition and myths and customs and he was spending the next week in here. Plume would be mad, but only for the few seconds it took her to realise that this library had at least as many books about science as it did about interesting things.
He ran his fingers along the books’ spines, trying to think of where to start. With the encyclopaedias obviously, so he could note down references and ‘further reading’s and not miss anything obvious, but which ones? With this guide to Sinnish pop culture over the past few decades, maybe, and this big book about pokemon in art and literature - was that a Short History? Cover hummed absently as he pulled down book after book, piling them on the floor.
Before long, the stack of books had reached his knees. He eyed a pretty-looking volume about Sinnoh’s mythology - but no, these would be enough to get started. Probably. He slid the myth book off the shelf anyway, promising Mental Amber that this is the last one as he heaved it over onto the pile. This would be enough, he thought. There were at least a dozen books, all thick and filled with citations and recommendations (was a week going to be long enough?) He bent down to carry them to a desk - oh dear.
Cover could, of course, have picked them up. If he had something to wedge himself against he could have picked the whole bookshelf up. At the moment, though, he was pretending to be a nine-year-old human, and a nine-year-old human could not have picked up those books. Cover tapped a rhythm on the nearest shelf as he thought. Carry them over one by one? No, he’d had enough trouble getting some of them onto the pile, and for all he knew someone could run off with one. The space between the bookshelves was too small to work here... Would it be okay to break character, just this once? But the librarian was still there, he’d see, and then there would be Questions and wasted time -
The librarian.
“Sir?” asked Cover, making sure he was using the right language this time. “Could you help me carry these over to the desks please?” He put on his best could-you-help-me-out-here-please smile.
um.. hello? is this thing on? i plan to use this blog for research purposes and tracking records. my name is AIIIAAB, aka Abe, you’ve probably heard of me if you’ve been tracking Kanto news. i’m the wise person to complete the entire pokedex. nice to meet you.
Ha! I knew there were hosts on tumblr! Nice to meet you. :)
nice to meet you too…. uh… Cover? Lord Cover? yeah. nice to meet you. i’ve seen a fair share of hosts on here, well, actually, only like, one…. but yeah.
You mean Artemis? I'm following him too! Speaking of Hoenn, are you gonna try to fill the pokedex for any other regions?
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m gonna tell Y O U where Bill went. Get real, COVER, or whatever your name is! You’re just as SUSPICIOUSas Team Rocket!”
His glare only gets worse as he eyes ‘Cover’ with caution, being careful not to fall into any t r a p s he may have planned. He grits his teeth, stepping forward, making sure the criminal-like being has nowhere to escape if he tries anything SHADY.
“Don’t try and BLUFF your way out’a this, I know EXACTLY what you want me to think!”
Crap, crap, and double crap. Blue-or-Green has him backing towards a wall - so obvious, stupid, stupid - and seems convinced that he’s up to something. (He’s not wrong, but that’s not the point.) Ah, this would be so much easier if he could do something cool!
“I- That is- I’m not-” Suddenly, Cover has an idea. “Plume! Are you back already?” he says, focusing just behind Green (he’s decided this world’s Viridian City gym leader is probably Green, judging by the outfit.)
He doesn’t waste time checking to see if Green’s fallen for his clumsy bluff. He just ducks to the right, trying to slip past him and run for it.
um.. hello? is this thing on? i plan to use this blog for research purposes and tracking records. my name is AIIIAAB, aka Abe, you’ve probably heard of me if you’ve been tracking Kanto news. i’m the wise person to complete the entire pokedex. nice to meet you.
Ha! I knew there were hosts on tumblr! Nice to meet you. :)
theboyinnimbasa; Continued from this post [x]
“Don’t play dumb, I KNOW what your game is!”
He’s not hateful, just cautious, and caution has left him feeling as if he should keep himself defended at all times, and he feels as if he should be careful around this stranger - only God knows what business he gets up to when he’s alone.
“What’s your name, VERSE-HOPPER?”
"Cover," he says automatically. Should he have done that? He doesn't think this world has its own fossil gods, but what if... He needs to get out of here.
"What game? I don't have a game." Hands up, placating smile, slowly stepping backwards. He's not sure if it'll work; Blue(?) is looking angrier by the second, but nothing ventured, right? "We're just passing through, not trying to make trouble, have you seen a guy called Bill?"
