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Pokemon oras | Trainers + defeat

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primordial. writing and sound are of paramount importance to me, and i do not want to force a muse i do not have for sloppy, misconstructed writing. so, i will be over here until the muse for haruka returns full swing. thank you for understanding, and i hope to see you over on one my favourite characters of all time. uvu 

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Marianne hasn’t been around for very long in fact, I made her a week before the film even came out and she already has a decent amount of followers that I’m very happy with and can only wish would continue to grow but whether it does or doesn’t I made a little shout out banner for the people who thought to give this badass sword wielding anti-fairy princess a chance! SO THANK YOU.

              : ` inamabiilis / summalis ; podacity ; imperialiis ; archikos               ; bogxking ; xdaringx ; dianran ; ofhawkins ; ahkmenrxh               ; wxrt ; severeharmony ; yvurio ; enveigle ; stariter ; stariter               ; magiiya ; mfxlme ; meaningmoon ; lunaeterea ; rosariors               ; kiinkyboots ; ilhuicac ; enviesque ; inhxrmony ; svikinnar ✿ .

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Haruka getting her starter.

send me drabble prompts!

       and the earth perished in wild holocaust: the searing sensation on her feet, the fire kindling away the soles of her shoes until it left it  B U R N E D  and raw — imbrued in blood. she felt black smoke seep her lungs and strangle her until it was impossible to breath. nath, the ecruteak folk abscond to the woods; away from the burning city with it’s people wailing and emergency bells ringing, ‵ the brass tower is burning! the brass tower is burning! ′.

            still, she turned, towards the tin tower, towards the sound of  B E L L S  and faint singing, and at the peak of the tower was a beast upon the wind — another as fast as lightning, and one with a mane of pale fire. she knew them. the bell tower priests had worshipped them as legendary beasts and guardians to the rainbow pokémon, ho-oh;  the three nameless pokémon had set the brass tower and ecruteak city aflame. beasts they worshipped, and yet, the beasts betrayed them.

           the wildfire continued to aggregate, burning the forest and razing the city. she couldn’t believe it. ecruteak town, the land once filled in a kind ardour was falling. haruka put her head down against the sweltering earth, weak and tired from running, and laboured breaths the only thing she heard.

          a ring of fire surrounded the city, trapping the rest of the citizens unable to get out in their own crematory. morty was near — his body propped up against the dance hall building and dirt smeared across his soft, blonde hair; her mother and father were laying on the ground near the koi pond, unmoving; the kimono girls had adolescents and old people wrapped in their arms, as if they could protect them from the flames. she closed her eyes, fire dancing in her visage and orange being the last thing she saw. 

                                    150 years later …

            ‵ mom! my bag —— ! ′ haruka ducked under the machoke, narrowly avoiding the large moving box it was holding and gambolling towards her mother with a interrogation-ready expression. but instead, she felt her mother’s soft hands cup her mouth with a chastising,‵ shhh! your father is on tv! ′. haruka made a soft mewl, doubt clouding eyes before she turned to the tv. she espied the familiar red and skaking before the camera panned back to the news reporter. ‵ i think you missed him. there was an interview at petalburg gym, so he was on. ′ her mother murmured, then paused a moment, scrutinising her daughter.‵ your bag should still be in the blue box. either the machoke’s took it, or they’re still out in the truck. ′

           hoenn — the land of abundance and legends. a new adventure; a ‘breath of fresh air’, as her father said, but haruka suspects he felt the need to leave ecruteak town and start over, because we’re afraid.

          we’d woken up on the ground in ilex forest with no memory of how we got there. some returned to ecruteak and others left in confusion for other destinies. morty said the world had changed so much for just being ‘asleep’. she agreed. time had somehow passed in the blink of an eye because when they returned to ecruteak city, there was no fire. people were alive and the city flourished. so haruka and her family left for hoenn.

          with a mutter, haruka hopped back onto the moving truck to search for the ‘blue box’ with her bag in it. moving was easy, finding things and unpacking was hard. she felt her mother’s presence behind her as she searched.‵ you should also introduce yourself to your neighbour when you have time!.i hear he’s the professor’s kid! ′

          brendan. as they drove into littleroot town and saw the house signs in passing, one read “BIRCHES”. she also heard some names of the townsfolk being tossed around freely — mostly mentioning the professor’s kid. with a silent nod ( and defeat in searching for her bag ), haruka retreated from the truck for the birch house.

         she didn’t even have to knock on the door. it was already unlocked ( which she found odd ), so she invited herself in with a hint of trepidation to her steps. ‵ uh, hello? i’m the new neighbour —— ′ there was a crash, and she a saw a avoirdupois woman bust out of the kitchen pantry with flour all over face and dress. haruka stood in the entryway, frozen. ‵ uhm! i can come back tomorrow —— !  ′ 

        ‵ no need, no need! i’m just … flourfied right now. anyways, my son’s upstairs. he’s been looking forward to meeting you! i’ll just get myself cleaned up and we can have some apple turnovers later! ′

       haruka gave a slight, concealed wince — mostly at the notion of eating with a stranger. she slow-walked towards the stairs, mostly out of apprehension and fear of being too intrusive, but she didn’t even make it halfway up when a green-eyed boy came rushing down the stairs, almost colliding with haruka mid-escape. he didn’t even bat an eye, just shouted at her: ‵ race ya to the lab! ′ before disappearing out the door in record time. this family has a busting-out-of-things issue.

       with a quiet ‵ sorry, ′ and ‵ thank you. ′ towards ms. birch, the brunette left for the pokémon lab.

       it was … modern. futuristic even. she’d adjusted to the normalcy of suddenly being transported to the future back in johto, but somethings still remained au courant; she wouldn’t adjust to this time period for years.

       professor birch stood at the back of the lab with his son. haruka took quiet, steady steps towards them — nervousness of the professor ‘busting' something out as per their family trait. but instead, he turned towards her, an agog-like grin plastered to his face. ‵ pick one! ′ 

        ‵ it’ll be your first pokémon! ′ brendan added.

        first … pokémon. her lapras never came back. supposedly vanished within the void time, or in the old ecruteak city. she steps forward, unease wearing off of her as three pokéballs spring into view. they didn’t tame pokémon; they trapped them in balls, and that was her first transgression of living in this era. 

                     [ WHAT POKÉMON WILL YOU CHOOSE ? ]

                           [ TORCHIC ; TREECKO ; MUDKIP ]

        in her heart she remembers the terrifying holocaustic flames of that night, and she will remember it forever. but, she’s not afraid of fire. she was born in fire; she came to this era with flames in her eyes and smoke in her lungs. so, with a smile, her hand hovers over the torchic ball. 

                            [ YOU HAVE CHOSEN TORCHIC. ]

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primordial. i have an intense need to write five-page long drabbles. askbox me a prompt pls. it can literally be about anything: haruka's past, her meeting a certain pokémon, our muses kissing, going to another region, saving the world, eating lobster, idc. just send me a prompt sdfgsdfghj /WEEPS

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siebold:

❝My apologies, but I don’t indulge twelve-year-olds.❞

        ‵ indulge? well, i wouldn't want to associate with a creepy hair-problem chef. ′ 

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bloodthirstygod replied to your post:primordial. /peeps! i noticed there’s a lot of shy...

'just smack something into my ask' ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

primordial. dave i s2g i will punch your camel toe and then call your wife on u

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primordial. /peeps! i noticed there's a lot of shy people ( and that's okay! ) but, y'know you can always talk to me! literally just smack something into my askbox or make a comment and be like 'WE GONNA DO A THING' or you can leave a sacrificial goat ashfghjdf

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get to know your partner; tagged by the poppin poppers ( houkako )                                                   ** please do not reblog !

name: ---- age: ---- how old were you when you first started role playing?: 14? height: 5’10".  ocs or canons?: it depends. i typically prefer canons since i'm familiar with them, but ocs are always a pleasure to interact with, provided that they have a background that i can read up on. uvu females or males: females. tried male muse one time and never again. least favorite face claim: holland roden. she's way overused. Bl worst ever rp experience ever: ( insert long & dramatic story here. ) fluff, angst, or smut?: angst! i feel like it produces the most character development, and i like ripping out hearts /LAUGHS. fluff is good once in awhile, and smut is totally not a thing ajfhjdfh worst character you’ve ever played: i've had my fair share of muses ... but i don't really think there's a 'worst' character i've played.  at what time of day is your writing the best?: any time after intense ballet, figure skating, or fitness practice. usually when i'm tired i can churn out the best sentences -- which is weird.  are you anything like your muse?: i'm nothing like haruka; she's practically the exact opposite. tbh i don't really think i'm like any particular character.  worst thing about rp: ... drama. we have a enough of that to go around.  best thing about rp: making friends and writing!

tagging: calculatiing, dreyriadr, battleblessed, giratinaite, legendaiir, pravuss, mercenaiire, resiilience, mercwithoutxmirth, liroist & you!

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rosa:

          ❝ Have you tried a Figy berry in                    that before?                It gives it that special little                    k i c k ~ ! ❞

      ‵ mmm, 'fraid that i'm not big on berry juices ... some old guy tried to give me one and it was the worst thing i've ever drank in my life! totally ruined the whole 'berry juice' thing for me. ′

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gary:

"Ya look real familiar and I’unno why. But uh, can I help ya with somethin’?"

       ‵ definitely not lost! ′she quickly asserts, backtracking towards the opposite end of cinnibar island with abrupt, erratic movements of nervousness. ‵ ---- actually ... how do you get off this, uhmm, place? ′

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giratina:

'Why have you COME. You are not MEANT to be in this WORLD.'

       ‵ to stop you. ′ she answers with certitude, feet grounded against the cloven earth of the spear pillar, and there is an unspoken tenacity in her spirit. haruka is strong; she has tamed the most venerable of dragons, and restored peace to land and sea. the reverse world hellion was a facile anathema. 

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primordial. must very quickly go watch the latest 'The 100' episode! bbs! 

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marceline:

          Ivory cheeks flush with the faintest of rosy hues once such a compliment was properly registered, chuckles ringing within melodious timbre as svlete digits fidget ever so slightly. She regards the unfamiliar sheepishly, light lashes fluttering with the motions of numerous blinks whilst she takes the time to really think of a proper response. Hues of wildfire sway with the back and forth undulating of  her  entire  physique  from heel to toe, kyanite sparkling with evident gaiety. It was a wonder how one could relinquish such heftily kind words with such ease.

          “Better than a songstress? Now, I wouldn’t say it’s that           nice. But, your compliment means a  lot,  nonetheless.”

        ‵ better than a songstress, ′ she repeats, a light inflection of ebullient laughter bubbles in the back of her throat, then spills forth with a hidden remonstrance. to laugh too loud is to discombobulate someone; to laugh too soft is blasé -- hence, the restrained cachinnation. haruka was someone who loved to laugh -- she has her fair share of laugh lines -- but, she was loud.‵ so, where are you from? i would've said johto by your accent, but you dress like a kalosian! ′ her skirt was long, and her hair was made of pure wildfire coalesced with eyes of the auroral rain that fell in eden. hoennians bore more muted colours in their tastes whereas kalosians thrived on their irradiated flare. there was never a colour missing from the palette -- never a cloth too plain; plainness was transgression on their country. 

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bowiisms liked for a starter!

       ‵ ... ever heard of a marowak? they don't shoot arrows, but they toss bones; perfect match-up with you and your ---- arrow things. ′

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shouyos liked for a starter!

         ‵ we have the arcade! stop throwing those ---- orange balls at pokémon! ′

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:// im doing it, I'm making cynthia. pats your face

primordial. /squ ees!! also pets pets your precious faisu b/c welcome to the world of pokémon. now are u a boy or girl? B)