#| Poke Mail

[gxldenstreak]

My man Ethan how you holding up!

"Horrible..!"

Takes a DEEP BREATH.

"The world to this day is still confused on my fair name!" GOLD announces, dramatically turning himself away from being viewed. Hair like his does wonder in adding the dramatic hiding of his face. A shadow of judgement being showcased as this weird ass encounter happened anew.

Honestly? Learning about that Alolan deal of Ultra Wormholes, alternate continuities, not to mention how parallel replacements have been really popular in movies now days, the Dex holder here couldn't be remotely surprised! Yet, there's another thought that finds itself stirred deep within, cast by a wild flame, tempered by the constant encounters that made him as enduring as the best of steel types.

See, dragon would've been put here, but he'd rather die than have the attitude of a dragon trainer.

"Names Gold, remember, staple it to your mind, hire some occult host of psychic times to burn the memory onto your soul. I've been called Ethan and Jimmy too many goddamn times!"

"I DUNNO WHO THE HELL THOSE PEOPLE ARE!!"

[shamefulzombie]

Hiii Zombie, I've come to pester you once again! I was just wondering if there's anything you can tell us about this fella, I've seen them a few times and got curious,,,

(Also you can take your time answering my asks, I know you've got your life and work going on, and I hope my asks aren't too distracting!!)

Oh yeah him!! I didn't polish his reference much and a lil bit of redesign is expected- I didn't make his actual story real yet cuz I fear people thinking it's a little brutal.

SO He's a Japanese artist who is trying work in a foreign country, met up with a girl who was a tailor to which he loved but didn't go well so she's his ex now. Now, months later, he got killed by that same girl

He had been stuffed into a mannequin, she didn't expect anything else and just dressed the totally not soaking blood mannequin, left it alone for a few hours and came back there was nothing. so far his mentality after this incident, "this is me now".

[codecicle]

due to you i will be listening to jrwi

i want to know what everyone on my dash is talking about

CHEERING!! JUMPING FOR JOY!!!! I hope you enjoy wonderlust ✌️ <3

[smoocheys]

I love how detail oriented u are with ur furry stuff… you clearly put so much thought into the practicalities of it in a way that’s really charming. cow al having little thingies to put on his horns so he doesn’t poke things… 😭😭😭

THANK U....i love it its so fun

[carldoonan]

This Gaw Li’l Gaw says: “Gaw is most appreciative that Gaw has been included. Gaw hopes that Gaw may appear in another game someday…” 🐉😈🦇

[i-am-1ngo]

Musharna Mail! Have a dream that is not your own.

You are surrounded by dirt and stone and grime, but somehow it feels comforting to be here. There's the ache of hard work all the way down to your bones, and you have found so much.

Somewhere off to the side, you get the sense of someone else in this place with you. You are vaguely worried, but you know he can't take care of himself. So you continue working, whatever "work" may entail down here.

The burn in your muscles means you are slow to act when the cave wall begins rumbling ominously, when a round chunk of it breaks away and roars with an unholy fury.

Your eyes cannot fix on the scene. All you see is a blur of greyish-brown, blending in with the ore around it, and pale pink over top a warm brown.

He moves to call for someone. You move to release a partner of yours. Something quick, you hope- quick and with a type advantage, but whatever your hand lands on will be able to take the packed ball of hard stone.

If only you could move fast enough.

The Speed stats of a Z----r- and a K--a-o- cannot compare to a very close and very angry Al--a G--e-.

You do not have the time to do anything before bloody shrieks rip through your ears.

The inhuman cry that ensues might have been yours, or it might have been the one he protects. Regardless, seeing it crack and crush into a pile of rubble is a revenge you would scream your throat raw to have seen sooner.

If only it were a split second sooner.

- @region-hopper-regent ((last ask with this username! let's make it count >:) ))

...........Lian.............

[l3viat8an]

I remember this candy. I ate this back in elementary

I remember them!! Id always suck on them until the tip was sharp hsjshs

[candyredappledragon]

Two days have gone by and it was bittersweet to see the others go. It was fun talking to others and making memories with them. Kieran really had so much fun hanging out with his friends. Even thinking about it made him feel happy but now he has another problem…

Sitting at his desk, Kieran sighs in dismay while holding his pencil, tapping it against the desk in a rhythmic motion, looking at what's in front of him. The only thing that sucks right now is being behind with schoolwork and lord Arceus he's bored out of his mind! He hasn't really touched his phone that much during the past two days unless he was texting his friends or Florian.

His eyes were already getting tired looking at the white sheet of papers.

This is so boring.....

[gxldenstreak]

“Hello neighbor.” They are reading off of a clipboard. “Do you enjoy helping out your community? If so, I have a deal for you. Introducing, skull scouts.” They hold up a box of cookies in their other hand. “We are a nonprofit community using the money you donate to enrichen the lives of those less fortunate. Would you like to buy a box of Skull Roulette cookies for the mere price of ten dollars?”

Half of the cookies are filled with caramel. The other half are filled with takis honey hot sauce. There is no physical indication of the difference between the two. That’s what makes them roulette cookies.

"........."

For a fleeting moment, Gold had to peer around, giving a double-triple check if this wasn't an act just lined with cameras. They were practically treating that clipboard as gospel in order to bring enticement to this pitch!

Frankly? He found it hilarious, he gets it, but on the other hand, there's something novel where the potential customer got to see a live recital. "Skull scouts. Thiiiiink I've heard a thing or two on that." He follows up, clearly lying in the name of just making a smoother transition. The field of cookie warzones are well beyond him. Even for the non-profiteers in his book!

Though hustling the funds together is exactly that. Being the proud holder of an adventurous note in his heart answered the monetary question before it was asked. From his red jacket would his Politoed wallet be plucked, the appropriate funds drawn seamlessly.

"Two boxes! But, as a wallet slinging customer, I'd like to see the product for freshness. I wanna know that crunch is a promise. We can consider this building a good rep wit'cha customer base."

@skullkxd

[sekioka-official]

[Shuckle Mail]

[An old USB drive. It contains a single file. It is a very crunchy audio file.]

[time_capsule.ogg]

[Alola!

You must be someone some time in the future… I think!

My name is Taysa, but you can call me Ty! Wait… you can’t talk to me directly, right…

Today is the (INAUDIBLE) of (INAUDIBLE), two(INAUDIBLE) and I’m currently (INAUDIBLE)een years old.

Not sure why I’m doing this… heh heh… I just saw the Mail Office offered this “send a message to a random person who won’t get to see it until many years into the future” service and it seemed like a great opportunity to just ramble.

I’m currently on my last semester of uni at (INAUDIBLE), project presentation week is coming and I have been up for three days straight now! I really hope I’m able to get my title.

Being the youngest in class has been really hard these past 4 years. Being a (INAUDIBLE)teen year old in college, everyone both doubts you’re ready to take on this challenge AND expects you to excel at everything because you’re some “cHiLd PrOdIgY” or whatever. I just wanted to learn about crossbreeding, man.

Thankfully I have been offered this nifty little intership at this (INAUDIBLE) which helps and studies pokemon! Right now I’m just an assistant breeder, but they are currently building a research team for a breeding and hybridization project. I’m sure I’d be able to join once I get my title!

Maybe once I’m actually and employee rather than an intern I’ll get one of those cute uniforms they have! The berets are so pretty and all those pockets seem very practical!

Well… I don’t know what else to say…

Not sure yet if you can respond to this and if so, how?

Anyway!

Take care! Whoever, wherever and whenever you are!

Alola!

(There is about a minute of static before the audio ends)]

[There is a note attached, reading “Last known address @prof-nuytsia” . It seems like the address hasn’t been updated in a while]

oh huh. thanks for the USB stick? I’ll look at it eventually I prommy

wait how did this get to me I’m not even home rn hey wait

[souridealist]

FFxivwrite day 7: 'morsel'

[Elilona&Alphinaud, Elilona&Scions, Estinien/Alphinaud].

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“Does it seem to you,” Alphinaud asks, “that Elilona keeps trying to feed people?”

“Hm?” Estinien lifts his face from Alphinaud’s hair, blinking sleepily. The aetheryte journey from Radz-at-Han takes a great deal of aether, even from him, and their bed is a warm soporific nest in a Garlean cold. “It’s a refugee camp. Of course she sent something.”

“Even she could hardly cook enough alone to feed us all.” He pauses. “She’d try, wouldn’t she? If we asked her to.”

“Most likely.” Estinien squeezes Alphinaud’s shoulder, gentle in the dark. “She’s doing well, I think. She looks… well.”

“Right, she’s heading out to you quite often, isn’t she?” Only Elilona could take an aetheryte from Gridania to Thavnair and back as if it’s no more effort than crossing a city.

“I think Nidhana’s teaching her how to… do something,” Estinien says. That’s actually quite encouraging — Elilona does better when she’s working with her hands — but Alphinaud does have a point here, brought to mind by the heap of sykon cookies that Estinien brought with him.

“It isn’t only us she tries to feed,” he says. “Urianger says that when he and Thancred were in Gridania they could barely move for peach tarts and lemon muffins, and she keeps sending Tataru and Cid these mixes for Thavnairian chai. Don’t tell me she didn’t send you with something for Y’shtola too.”

“More cookies,” Estinien admits. “And she kept trying to feed me these pumpkin things. I thought maybe someone grew too many pumpkins.” He pauses. “I think that terrifying woman at the Baldesion Annex mentioned they got sent a bundle of things, too.”

“When did you even talk to Krile?” Alphinaud shakes his head. “Ah, well, that’s good to know.” Doubly so since asking G’raha about Elilona seems unkind, just now. “I’m sure she’s sent Lyse something, too, and I believe I heard she was sending something to her friends in Ishgard.”

“Well, it hardly seems you needed to ask me anything,” Estinien says, laughing against Alphinaud’s cheek. “So, what, are you afraid she’s going to give it all up and become an official culinarian? Does Alisiae think you’re being a fool?”

“She doesn’t, actually,” Alphinaud says, not without smugness. It fades quickly, and he buries a sigh in Estinien’s chest. “I just… I hope she’s all right. I worry about her.” Such simple sentences, to hold every ledge he’s watched her stand at. He’s dragged her back from too many of them. “You didn’t see her, after Ysayle…”

“I know.” His arms are a brief, tight pressure around Alphinaud’s ribs, a silent apology for silence and lost time. “We’ll keep an eye on her. For now she’s happy enough.”

***

Alphinaud gets a chance to ask Elilona eventually, when he and Alisiae catch a few days to slip away and visit. Elilona’s house is rich with the smells of sugar and carrots, and she has flour dusted across her apron and perilla oil on the blunt bridge of her nose. She blinks at him once, twice, and then laughs.

“I guess I am cooking a lot, huh?” she says. “It’s been so long since I had anywhere enough to cook in, is all. Five or six years now, I think? Since before I came to Gridania, even. So it’s nice, to be able to do this again.”

Alphinaud’s mouth goes thick with the taste of regret, there and gone. There’s so much he regrets about those first days, with the primals on one side and the Garleans on the other and Elilona driven before them all. What an arrogant, blindered fool he was. So many things that so many of them should have said, and should have asked.

Elilona is smiling here and now, though, as she looks around the gentle colors of the home she has at last. Alphinaud swallows hard and steps forward to hug her as tight as he can, his arms only half reaching around her ribcage and his face buried against her ribs. She hugs him back without a question, her hands gentle on his shoulders. He is almost certainly going to come away with a flour-dusting of his own.

Funny, isn’t it, how these things go.

[werewolfclaws]

LMAO YOUR TAGS ON THE YUYA POST ARE KILLING ME. HE'S THE TOMATO BOY. and if you think that's funny you should see sonic's humansona, banana boy (yugo)

i need to google someone

YURI ON ICE WISHES THEY HAD THIS OVERWHELMING GAY ENERGY

[astrxlfinale]

"Caelus. Caelus. Caelus." Stelle was poking his cheek every time they said his name. They had nothing they really wanted his attention for, they just wanted to be a little obnoxious for once.

Great.

The annoying virus is out in full effect. What in the hell else could explain what was transpiring in this moment? This is what a lack of focus definitely has to do to someone. Just like those people who cry BORED just because they wanted to be taken care of!

....

He could feel his temper immediately flaring and by no means in a pleased fashion. Uncreative agitation is the worse kind. It wouldn't take long before his face begins to move, avoiding the first, the next, the next ten, having his autonomy promote the freedom of not having his face being tagged repeatedly by that damn finger was a blessing in disguise.

"There. Is a thousand. Other people. You can be talking too right now." He'd note with a punctual stance amidst these dodges.

"Will you go and make their lives hell for a bit!? I'm tryin' to fix up this thing here!" It was another old music player. In fact, music sounds really good right now in order to drown out that voice.

@the-lytenye-realms

[gojoest]

This anon of yours (aka me) is so dumb it just came up somehow. don't ask for backstories. HELP 🥴 I thought you'll back me up 👎let's take a scenario, he broke his dildo and he's sooo horny (horniess makes you lose basic decency). The shampoo bottle looks so rideable, and he has a condom. Does he or not. Ur answer is very important to me. I'll consider continuing my life if u support me (threat)😭

noooo ur not dumb!!! let the mind wander, that’s how ideas come :> ur right about losing any sense of decency when h word but i can’t back you up on this 😭 i don’t see it 😭

[burnxngslash]

unprompted / always accepting / @theothervonkarmagirl​

(Theothervonkarmagirl) While Inosuke reached up to grab something, Clara reached out and poked his sides!

She had asked him to grab something from the high shelf, giving his height over her (which probably wasn’t by much) he understood why she would rest for his help. So without a word or even a fight Inosuke reaches for the top-shelf and even stood on his tippy toes only to feel her fingers prodding at his side, given his ability to sense his surroundings by his sensitive touch her poking were extremely ‘loud’ and extremely ticklish. 

Soft little laughs left him until finally he bursts out yelling. Ever the aggressive little porker he quickly got into her face with his usual facial scowl. “WOULD YA QUIT IT!!!”

[snowangeldotmp3]

The chaos of flayed Robin probably teasing hopper while they are fighting. How probably can’t feel anything he’s doing and just undermining him and his strength.

When Robin finally isn’t flayed she’s just wondering what happened and why is she broken and bruised in different places on her body

LMAO flayed robin fighting hopper and going, "is that the best you've got, old man? come on, you can do better than that."