𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐄 .

𝗡𝗢𝗪  𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗧  𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥  𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬  𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗛   .

[zubattoo]

#𝐙𝐔𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎          semi  selective  and  mutuals  only  roleplay  blog  for  𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓  𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐍.      oc,  double,  multimuse  and  crossover  friendly.      est.  feb  2022.      as  told  by  𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍.      ( they  /  them.  27. )      minors  do  not  interact.

        𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[zubattoo]

my  two  favorite  muse  archetypes  are  kind  and  sympathetic  characters  and  just.  bastards.  you  give  me  a  piece  of  media,  and  my  favorite  is  going  to  be  the  terrible  gremlin  with  a  nasty  attitude.  i  have  a  problem  and  it’s  called  finding  mean  characters  weirdly  endearing,  like  a  little  racoon  i  found  eating  my  trash.

[zubattoo]

PROTON  HAS  APPEARED!  WHAT  TO  DO  —  ?

yell  at insult **** kneel  down

[zubattoo]

psychic-master-will​:

“I won’t say that it is all pleasant, and I do admit that it can be quite aggravating to be bombarded with so many voices at once.

Think of it like many people screaming all at once; it is enough to leave you with a migraine on a good day.

Fortunately there are skills and techniques one can use to block out the noise, and once you master those, it is no longer an issue.”

He paused for a moment. “I would say that it is worth it, in the long run. I wouldn’t give up my powers for anything, even if some of the side effects are less than pleasant. Being able to do things that most humans cannot is quite exciting~”

❝  yeah . . .  still  definitely  sounds  like  a  nightmare  to  me.  ❞      proton  quipped,  pulling  an  exaggerated  look  of  disgust  as  he  tried  to  imagine  the  kind  of  headache  that  would  leave  him  with.  no  thanks.      ❝  powers  sound  sick  and  all,  but  i’d  prefer  to  do  things  the  old  fashioned  way.  ❞      even  in  a  fight.  especially  in  a  fight.  could  it  really  be  considered  getting  his  hands  dirty  if  he  didn’t  actually  get  his  hands  —  well,  dirty?  (  not  in  his  book  it  couldn’t.  )

he  tapped  his  chin  thoughtfully,  then  looked  up.

❝  okay,  second  annoying  question.  ❞      because  the  executive  seemed  to  have  no  shortage  of  those.      ❝  that  shit  work  on  dark  types  or  are  they  like . . .  super  immune?  ❞

[zubattoo]

@fangs-and-knives​ ​ &&.  said...       "Fucking hell you're an idiot sometimes. You know you're bleeding right?"

he  still  hadn’t  quite  come  down  from  the  adrenaline  high  that  followed  a  job  well  done  —  and  as  a  result,  it  took  proton  several  seconds  to  even  realize  he  was  being  spoken  to.  (  let  alone  what  the  other  was  even  saying.  )  an  idiot?  c’mon,  he  heard  worse  than  that  on  a  daily  basis.  the  executive  blinked,  lips  twisted  into  a  crooked  little  smile  that  so  boldly  displayed  his  total  lack  of  care.      ❝  oh  yeah?  ❞      ah . . .  but  bleeding?  where  the  hell  was  he  bleeding?

he  glanced  at  his  hands,  arching  a  brow.  there  was  a  patch  of  red  staining  his  glove  and  quickly  growing.      ❝  huh.  wouldja  look  at  that.  ❞      proton  flexed  his  fingers  experimentally,  then  shrugged.  movement  was  all  good,  so  it  probably  wasn’t  deep  enough  to  cause  any  serious  harm.      ❝  doesn’t  hurt . . .  then  again,  don’t  really  have  much  feeling  around  there  anyway,  so  i  wouldn’t  know  even  if  it  did.  ❞      the  executive  peeled  the  glove  away,  revealing  the  reason  why  —  scars.  too  many  to  count;  it  seemed  as  if  they  coated  nearly  every  inch  of  skin.  a  memento  from  claws,  fire,  blades  and  everything  else  in  between.

better  to  take  a  hit  there  than  his  face.

❝  you  don’t  carry  gauze  or  bandages  or  whatever  around,  do  you?  ❞      he  doubted  it,  but  hey.  it  didn’t  hurt  to  ask.      ❝  really  don’t  wanna  take  a  trip  to  the  infirmary  if  i  can  help  it.  ❞

[zubattoo]

shayochism​:

     “I ain’ dropping shit, sir.” Is all she says, nudging forwards until she’s up into his space, staring him down. The height difference is cute, her standing a few inches taller. But ah? She isn’t gonna use that against him. Na. He’s an executive. She’s an Elite Agent. Gotta pay them respects…

     “Spite ain’t good enough.” And she goes to nudge his elbow with her own moments after shuffling up next to the man’s side. As though they were best buddies. Hey. Better acting confident and all that shit than be afraid and cry and get looked down upon, mm? “Take a fuckin’ break for once. Any more of ya playin’ executive without rest and you’ll be mummified. Ugly and wrinkly.”

so  that’s  how  it  was  going  to  be,  huh?      ❝  mmyeah?  if  you  insist,  agent.  ❞      well,  that  word  just  felt  uncomfortable  in  his  mouth.  not  nearly  as  uncomfortable  as  the  close  proximity  and  contact  —  but  whatever.  he  could  suck  it  up.  (  put  on  an  act  —  proton  thought  he  was  pretty  good  at  that.  )  anything  to  keep  up  an  apathetic  façade;  his  ego  would  accept  nothing  less.      ❝  if  we’re  going  down  that  route,  i  don’t  know  if  this  kind  of  input  is  appropriate.  whatever.  ❞

take  a  break.  that  was  a  weird  hill  to  die  on.  (  and  he  was  practically  the  king  of  that  sort  of  thing.  )      ❝  i’ll  take  a  break  if  it’s  worth  my  while.  sitting  around  doing  nothing  basically  sounds  like  code  for  some  elaborate  torture  method.  ❞

[xueyangapologist]

“this is the hill you want to die on?” oh no i just love arguing. i fully intend to leave this hill once it gets boring. sorry for the confusion!

[zubattoo]

shayochism​:

     “I dunno, dude. Sir. Wotever. Y’look a mess right now. Need me t’clean yer up? Polish yer boots? Fuck sake. Yer top is askew. At least present yerself better an’ Arceus be damned, yea? C’mon. Sit up straight an’ be cool. Want a drink? A snackie snack?”

❝  right . . .  just  drop  the  sir  crap.  formalities  are  stupid  and  so  are  the  people  who  get  worked  up  over  them.  ❞      like,  seriously.  he  never  got  the  appeal.      ❝  but,  whatever.  i’m  fine.  out  of  spite,  i  guess.  ❞      (  when  was  the  last  time  he  drank  plain  water  —  ?  eh.  )

[zubattoo]

@shayochism​​ ​ &&.  said...       "Arceus be damned."

❝  what?  you  don’t  think  i  roll  out  of  bed  bleeding  hubris  enough  already?  ❞

[zubattoo]

arceus  won’t  let  me  die,  but  it’s  printed  on  his  uniform  exactly  where  you  think  it  is.

[zubattoo]

quick  little  fun  fact  about  proton’s  gyarados!  he’s  one  of  the  magikarp  team  rocket  forced  to  evolve  at  the  lake  of  rage.  he  dropped  by  on  a  whim,  found  the  biggest  and  meanest  pokemon  possible  (  probably  the  modern  day  equivalent  of  an  alpha  )  and  went  out  of  his  way  to  capture  it.  

there  really  isn’t  any  bond  between  the  two;  gyarados  exists  in  a  perpetual  state  of  blind  rage  —  basically  just  a  last  resort  for  proton  to  throw  out  there  so  he  can  rampage  indiscriminately.  he  can  try  to  give  him  orders,  but  it’s  a  coin  toss  whether  he’ll  actually  listen.  proton  doesn’t  really  mind;  his  job  is  to  destroy  things,  and  he’s  very  good  at  it.

[zubattoo]

cruentu-s​:

「 ❄  Watching the gears turn in Proton’s head and put together that they had most certainly met in the past was almost funny. Almost. It would have been extra funny if Red then could’ve turned on his heel and let the other perish on one of the most formidable summits in the world, Red scampering up to his little home right near the tippy top and pretending that their little run in had never even happened.

Looking behind him, though, with snow blowing almost perfectly horizontal from the intensity of it, it seems like that just wouldn’t quite be possible. Bummer.

“Guess we’re all disappointed then, yeah. I know. Best efforts and shit, but, like. Not dead yet.” 

By now, Pikachu had fought his way out the collar of Red’s coat, the little mouse chirping with delight under his trainer’s chin but the second that fuzzy yellow head turns, friendliness is out the window. Red has to physically wrestle his partner back into his coat so he didn’t demolish every single living being in that enclosed space, zipping the squirming bundle beneath his coat with a harsh mewl to settle the fuck down.

“Why– Why are you even here. Honestly, kinda can’t believe you got a fire going. Remember you being absolutely fucking useless.” And even a little slow clap! “Congratulations.”

he  huffed.      ❝  i  can  still  dream,  can’t  i?  ❞      hanging  out  on  a  frozen  chunk  of  inhospitable  rock  certainly  didn’t  do  wonders  for  one’s  health  —  but  hey!  it  wasn’t  like  proton  had  any  right  to  judge  over  that  kind  of  thing  anyway.

the  executive  wrinkled  his  nose,  watching  the  other  struggle  with  his  pokemon.  absentmindedly,  he  flipped  the  knife  in  his  hands  —  not  like  it  would  have  done  anything  against  that  (  infamous  )  little  monster  of  an  electric  rat.  still,  it  kept  him  preoccupied;  proton  had  never  been  very  good  at  staying  still  for  long.

❝  i’m  more  competent  than  some  rank  and  file  grunt,  y’know.  ❞      his  expression  only  seemed  to  sour  at  the  sarcastic  applause.      ❝  making  a  fire  ain’t  rocket  science.  ❞      aha.  that  joke  was  still  funny  no  matter  how  many  times  he  made  it.      ❝  but,  whatever.  this  mission  is  basically  unsalvageable  at  this  point  anyway.  you  must  be  getting  rusty;  our  own  people  are  screwing  up  our  plans  before  you  even  have  the  chance.  ❞      the  executive  shot  a  nasty  look  at  the  storm  raging  outside,  as  if  to  place  part  of  the  blame  upon  it,  as  well.  (  but  of  course,  it  hardly  seemed  to  care.  )

❝  to  make  a  long  story  short,  a  team  of  rockets  got  lost  on  this  stupid  fucking  mountain.  yeah,  yeah.  big  surprise  there.  ❞      idiots  couldn’t  navigate  their  way  out  of  a  paper  bag.      ❝  so  they  asked  me  to  come  drag  ‘em  home  —  except  the  weather  outside  is  frightful  and  i’m  not  about  to  go  freeze  to  death  stumbling  around  in  the  snow  like  a  jackass.  ❞      he  threw  his  arms  out.      ❝  so  now  i  get  to  sit  here  and  wait  until  i  can  go  dig  ‘em  outta  a  snowdrift  or  whatever!  you  sure  you  don’t  wanna  join  up  with  rocket?  could  go  on  all  kinds  of  glamorous  missions  just  like  this.  ❞

[zubattoo]

@fangs-and-knives​ ​ &&.  said...       “Look, you’re either going to help, or you aren’t. Which one is it going to be?”

he  all  but  cackled  in  response  —  mockery  and  amusement  flooding  his  voice  in  equal  measures.      ❝  uh,  help?  seriously?  ❞      proton  grinned.      ❝  thought  i  already  told  you  paperwork  wasn’t  my  thing?  you  can  keep  that  crap  aaall  to  yourself,  thanks.  i’d  rather  do  something  more  interesting  —  like  eating  sawdust  by  the  handful,  or  whatever.  ❞      another  snicker  —  at  his  own  joke,  apparently.  then  the  executive  fell  (  mercifully  )  silent.

he  stared  at  the  other  for  a  few  seconds,  brow  furrowing  as  a  fresh  idea  surfaced  in  his  mind.  hmm.      ❝  actually,  scratch  that.  ❞      proton  leaned  a  bit  closer,  lacing  fingers  beneath  his  chin.  the  executive’s  eyes  had  taken  on  the  sort  of  alertness  reserved  for  whenever  a  new  subject  managed  to  catch  his  interest,  though  whether  that  was  a  good  thing  or  a  bad  thing  remained  to  be  seen . . .      ❝  you  want  my  help?  you  can  have  it.  gotta  do  something  for  me,  though.  ❞      c’mon.  take  the  bait.  take  the  bait.      ❝  nothing  big,  promise.  just  answer  a  question  —  and  answer  it  good.  no  shitty  half  truths  or  vague  responses.  interested?  ❞      it  sounded  like  a  pretty  sweet  deal,  to  him.

either  way,  proton  didn’t  wait  for  a  response  before  he  continued.      ❝  so  what’s  your  problem,  huh?  self  loathing?  insecurity?  none  of  the  above?  ❞      he  arched  a  brow.      ❝  like  i  know  it’s  gotta  be  something.  whatever  it  is,  it’s  not  conductive  to  a  healthy  workplace  environment.  ❞      like  rocket  was  anything  of  the  sort.

FIRST  IMPRESSIONS  SENTENCE  STARTERS

[zubattoo]

@thefinalrat​​ ​ &&.  said...       Rrrrring! Rrrrring! Your phone is ringing!

"Hi, JOEY here! My Rattata's doing awesome! I doubt there's a Pokèmon as cool as this guyy in your party! All right, later!"

CLICK!

proton  stared  at  his  phone,  dumbfounded  and  open  mouthed,  only  thinking  to  let  out  a  belated  little      ❝  wait,  what . . .  ❞      long  after  the  other  had  hung  up.

what.  what?

❝  who  the  fuck  is  JOEY?  ❞      what?  what?  what?

[zubattoo]

@aqotheosis​​ ​ &&.  said...       “You’re going to get yourself killed, you know.”

he  spared  the  other  a  fleeting  glance,  a  tiny  huff  of  laughter  escaping  parted  lips.      ❝  listen,  pal . . .  ❞      proton  shot  back,      ❝  i’m  here  for  a  fun  time  —  not  a  long  time.  dunno  about  you,  but  i  plan  on  making  the  most  of  it.  ❞      was  life  really  worth  living  if  he  wasn’t  acting  on  every  little  impulse  that  bubbled  up  to  the  surface?  no  way.

anyway,  that  was  what  all  the  spray  paint  was  for.  (  a  whole  duffel  bag’s  worth,  in  every  eye  searing  color  imaginable.  )  sure,  being  a  big  name  in  rocket  had  all  but  cemented  the  executive's  place  high  up  on  the  criminal  food  chain  —  but  did  that  mean  he  suddenly  had  to  abandon  the  petty  little  crimes  that  brought  him  so  much  joy?  nah.  if  it  was  entertaining  enough,  then  it  was  definitely  worth  doing.  and  this  particular  building  could  certainly  use  a  bit  of  artistic  expression.

the  owner  had  slighted  him  earlier  that  day  —  which  might  have  had  something  to  do  with  it.

❝  gonna  stand  there  and  watch?  or  you  feel  like  living  a  little?  ❞      he  shook  a  can  the  color  of  his  hair.      ❝  plenty  of  paint  to  go  around.  i  won’t  tell  anyone  if  you  don’t.  ❞

FIRST  IMPRESSIONS  SENTENCE  STARTERS

[zubattoo]

gnzma​:

“Dude I promise ya we don’t give a shit ‘bout your gang either.”

❝  sure,  whatever  you  say . . .  ❞      pauses.  squints.      ❝  . . .  pirate  guy  —  ?  ❞      yeah!  from  the  ocean  team.  that  has  to  be  the  one.  (  why  else  would  they  be  decked  out  in  so  many  skulls?  )

[zubattoo]

❝  yeah . . .  i’m  gonna  level  with  you  —  i  barely  pay  attention  to  what  shitty  imitators  call  themselves  anyway.  ❞