Tagged with #ooc #sorry can't roleplay #too much work #but thought i'd say this #are they coming out really fast?
((Obligatory Pokemon X&Y post))
Tagged with #ooc #not for anything in particular #or even for this blog #just curious #may post answers too! #or maybe just a final tally #people probably don't care haha
Tagged with #ooc #time online #stupid school
Tagged with #ask-skymintaur #jolokia #rose #text rp #sorry brother stole my computer
Rose changed her position slightly, raising her body up and relaxing her muscles. Perhaps it was the anatomy of Rattata, but she’d still be able to give into a run at a moment’s notice, but she no longer held the same position as before. “So what are you doing here?” She questioned.
She took in what Jolokia had told her, to some extent. Shaymins or Skymins had never come up on her radar before, let alone Skymintaurs. Though he didn’t seem to keen on fighting, which was what Rose cared about the most. Fighting a possible legendary (although Jolokia seemed to feel otherwise) wasn’t high on her ‘bucket-list’, as she had heard humans call them. She was aware of her… aggressive tendencies, but was keen on living a little longer, thank-you-very-much.
Then there was a nagging voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like Solomon, complaining about manners (or more specifically, her lack of), and she mumbled out a quick, “I’m Rose, by the way.”
Tagged with #jolokia #rose #ask-skymintaur #text rp
Jolokia’s scent was, to say the least, unmistakeable. A strong blend of fragrant peppermint, assorted herbs and spices would assault Rose’s snout as the taur’s figure crossed her vision. He looked familiar enough if the Rattata had learned of Shaymin, but the cross of anthro and feral was a massive wildcard to say the least.
“So, I suppose it was you who smashed into the tree…” Jolokia rumbled, approaching the femme with a slow, respectful set of movements. His four legs seemed to glide effortlessly, two arms crossed against his upper chest as he padded up to the defensive rodent in a nigh-silent stride.
“Who am I?” His head leaned to the left, and the taur snickered softly. “Jolokia Aniseed. You may call me Jolokia, however.” His ears flicked softly as he spoke, the wonderful aromas continuing to linger around Rose. “As for, ahem, -what- I am…” He pondered for a second, then nodded. “I am a Skymintaur. ‘Tis all your guarded mind shall be told for now…”
Rose never swayed from her defensive stance. In fact, she tensed up more, anger beginning to bubble low in her gut at Jolokia’s words. “A Skymintaur?” She repeated cautiously. “Are you some type of legendary then? Or even a Pokemon?”
There had always been a sense of distrust towards the entire idea of legendary Pokemon. They were rare and strong, stronger than most Pokemon would get in a lifetime. Rose had never seen a Legendary before, only heard stories of them from Solomon and some others, but she never really paid attention. Stories to keep children in check, that’s all they were. Rose was no child. She, however, couldn’t bring herself to trust something that would easily beat her in a fight.
There was something about the way he talked that rubbed her the wrong way. It was riddles. Words. And what did he mean ‘guarded mind’? Did he expect her to trust him? To stare up in awe at his unsettling presence? No. She refused to break her defensive stance.
Tagged with #zoey #zoeythezorua #text rp
Zoey! Or uh…whatever you wanna call me from that i guess.
So you must be a Slowpoke, yeah?
Hm? Yes, I am a slowpoke.
And you are a… Zorua, correct? Excuse me if I am mistaken, for I have only heard of your kind in legends.
Well, whatever the case, it is a pleasure to meet you, Zoey! I am Solomon; how are you doing?
Tagged with #fakemon #contest #SIGNAL BOOST #reblog #guys go enter #nao
As you can probably tell I am working on Fakemon for Finchi and shiz.
All you need to do.
Is make a fakemon.
- Maximum of three evolutionary lines with three Pokemon each (You can have branching evolutions, basically the size of Poliwag’s line. So in all you can submit a maximum of twelve fakemon.)
- No Eeveelutions (I have plenty planned.)
- No rabbits, birds, ferrets, eels, dogs, or bugs. I have plenty.
- Must have regular and shiny forms.
- No lineless art
- Please explain how they evolve and try to give them names (You don’t have to.)
- Feel free to do alternate evos of already existing Pokemon.
- Have fun~
There will be three winners, as in three fakemon winning or three evolutionary lines winning. Due date is January 10th at about five PM Berlin time.
Submit the fakemon to my submit box.
Tagged with #jolokia #rose #text rp #ask-skymintaur
Perhaps if the wind hadn’t been blowing quite right, she wouldn’t have caught the scent. As it was, however, the strange, foreign smell blew right across her twitching nose. Rose jerked her head up, towards the direction of the wind, and saw it.
It was… well, to be perfectly honest Rose wasn’t sure what it was. If it was a Pokémon, it was none that she had ever encountered before.
Rose pushed her body low to the ground, spreading both her fore and hind legs. It was a defensive stance, more taught than learned (her first instinct before would’ve been to attack, after all, but the trainer who had previously caught her had different ideas about her effectiveness). “Who are you!” She called toward the creature, though before she could stop it, a “what are you?” slipped out as well, quiet enough that she almost doubted it would be heard.
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It was colder than it had been in a while. Of course, Solomon had a fire going near the lake, but Rose couldn’t stand the way he was acting anymore, and so had gone off into the surrounding forest to cool down before she hyper fang’d his neck.
"Who does he think he is!" She whispered harshly, kicking up the dirt under her claws. "He’s all ‘oh, of course you can stay here, Rose. Now excuse me while I pretend you don’t exist for the rest of your life!’ The bloody idiot!"
The walk, it appeared, was having little affect on appeasing her livid state. She whipped her tail - a little harder than intended - against a nearby tree.