[znucleon]

# 𝙕𝙉𝙐𝘾𝙇𝙀𝙊𝙉.  ⸻  independent  and  private  headcanon-based  proton of  pkmn.  written  by  faolan.  it/he,  21+,  amst  (gmt -6).  sporadic/low activity.

this is not a lighthearted blog. be warned.

currently on hiatus.

                          𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗗 . 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗 . 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

follows from ancientsignal.

[znucleon]

proton is catdog. i will not elaborate

[firefox-official]

whats wrong with you

whatever you want

[znucleon]

what's your mermaid tail?

squid

predator and prey alike, squid are not to be underestimated in either role. with their ten sleeves stuffed full of tricks, there's almost nothing they can't escape… or catch. in the role of predator, squid become vicious, otherworldly monsters subduing their prey with alien-esque techniques. if the denizens of the deep had a common language, squid would be speaking in tongues.

[charmymemes]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

[znucleon]

late sunday postin'

fuehehehe

[deathgasmic]

*kicking my feet n giggling* you're kinda scary

[kushblazer666]

[znucleon]

for all da girls out there. if you date proton it will be gay

[znucleon]

describe your muse with shitty ebay reviews

[znucleon]

@volamus sent: [ WITNESS ] !! x.

fist connects with nose, blood splattering the ground as the guy is sent stumbling backwards.  his legs are swiftly kicked out from under him, and a heel collides enthusiastically with delicate ribs.  the guy wails in agony as a couple robs are shattered. proton looks at the blond witness cheerfully, turning his attention from the man he's thrashing to the blue and yellow stranger in front of him.  ❝  now, here comes the best part!  ❞

trembling, the guy attempts to grab proton’s ankle, and the minute he makes  (weak, pathetic)  contact,  proton flips his hunting knife open  (it's got a pleasant teal hilt and a stark,  nigh-iridescent blade).  he kicks himself out of the man’s grip and turns back to him, slowly sinking to his knees and grabbing the dude's wrist.  ❝  think you can lay those filthy fingers on me,  bitch?  ❞  he takes the hand and, pinning it against the ground,  chops the guy’s fingers off.  the man lets out an open-mouthed, noiseless scream.  ❝  it's a good sign when they can't even make a noise,  blondie.  take note〜♪  and if you're really looking for a scene  …  ❞  he rubs his hand over severed fingers and merrily smiles as he sinks his once-pristine knife into the guy's life giving artery.  blood is everywhere. he’ll have it cleaned up,  of course,  but the drama of it all!  the way the dude stares at proton in anguish as he so desperately tries to struggle against his fate.  well,  it's entertaining for a bit.  proton finds himself getting impatient  (he’ll be like that when eyes are on him)  and irritated with the rando for taking so long.  but it’s all in the name of demonstration.  he turns and sinks down further into a w-sit,  hands placed coyly between his knees. 

❝  in my world,  argumentative people get shut down real fast.  you sell things,  right〜?  i do too.  the only way to deal with people who disagree with your prices is to off ‘em.  otherwise they might get the idea to sell the same thing for a lower price!  i had some grunt do that to me,  once  —  toootally uncool!  they claimed it was for the gang,  but we would have bled profit with those busted business practices.  you can guess how that ended.  ❞  he stands up with a hand on a tilted hip,  scanning the blond carefully.  proton’s smug,  but he's calculating.  he's ready to corner this person if even there's even a sign he might snitch.

[znucleon]

proton's chest size is negative

[znucleon]

@vindictes sent: [ WITNESS ] :)c x.

the way the ribs crunch,  the way the viscera splats and sprays  —  he's animalistic in his enjoyment.  his world is coated in varying shades of red and sickly yellow.  knife cuts into bone like it's butter,  bisecting precious brain matter in an instant.  it’s too bad,  they didn't put up much of a fight.  they almost never do.  not when they see his face.  there was the grabbing of clothing,  a useless kick in the groin,  but otherwise it was a pity.  business as usual.  proton likes to get messy  —  his kills are never clean and he wants it that way.  the smell of blood excites him,  the fear in the victim’s eyes as they tremble and corner themselves is like nothing else on this stinking planet.  his animals stay put in their containers until it's time to clean up.  this is a human’s work.  it's only when the body dies for good that proton takes notice of giovanni.  it's impossible to know how long he's been there;  proton has been completely engulfed in his own bloody world.  it's not fear when he sees the boss.  it's excitement.  proton didn't know he could get any more giddy,  but the silhouette of giovanni blacking out the dim light brings a smile to his face.

❝  oh,  boss!  good timing!  ❞  he practically giggles, not yet down from his high,  ❝  this bitch was trying t’ talk some real shit about you.  it wasn't even creative,  so i didn't give ‘em a chance  …  well, you know how it goes.  ❞  a coy lick of the finger,  the lips.  he's a total mess right now.  he half wishes it was some poor bystander that saw him so he could feed off their fear,  but gio’s good,  too.  real good.  he slips the knife out,  brushes himself off  (no use,  the blood is entwined with the fibers of his suit)  and stands,  with one last kick to the mangled body.  if gio tells him to stand down,  he will,  no questions asked,  but he’s not one to do so unless explicitly told.

[znucleon]

proton is what one would call. a certified freak

[leneemusing]

send [ WITNESS ] for receiver to kill someone in front of sender.

send [ OBSERVED ] for sender to kill someone in front of receiver.

[znucleon]

proton drives like this

[znucleon]

i know i have proton's body listed as lithe and athletic but he does have fat, especially in his belly hips and thighs. skips away