#fcrmula

[soardived]

“ ... sooo, I KNOW HOW THIS IS GONNA SOUND. ” talk about being cryptic in a forest. she was NAILING IT right now. “ y’ didn’t happen to see a, like, PARTICULARLY WEIRD ROCK lyin’ ‘round, right ? ”

@fcrmula​​   >   starter call.

[floaroanemoia]

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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have || Accepting

@fcrmula

     Regardless of where she is, Sarana always makes a point to set up her tent larger than what is necessary to comfortable house herself and her pokemon. It is something which was first engrained into the medium by her own parents, and then carried on after leaving to search for Shaymin. The medium’s homeland is dying, and the climate is extremely harsh. So, it was always taken a precautionary measure-- just in case--, for there was no way of knowing when another human or pokemon might need shelter from the weather outside, or simply to find themselves once more after a streak of misfortune. It only takes a few more minutes to accomplish, and so it is something neither Sarana nor her pokemon mind doing.

     Not when it has been the difference between life and death for some poor souls they have stumbled across.

[sunbonded]

@fcrmula​ liked for a starter

Even at this time of night the Lush Jungle is alive with nocturnal Pokemon. He was wandering along one of the many paths inside, watching some Butterfree flying overhead to get towards their young. There is a quiet giggle from Comfey as they settle into a nice resting spot.

He figured he should get some rest at some point, though he finds himself still not interested in resting just yet. Elio is more in a wandering mood than anything else, but again he should rest. He thought about it, until he heard a noise nearby.

Turning to face the noise, Elio was unaware of the bright glow of his eyes as he stared ahead. He was very curious, and moved towards it slowly.

[laidbare-a]

@fcrmula​

“Oh, cool! You really memorized the entire periodic table?” What is Peter up to?

“I think--I think there’s an element you forgot, though!” WHAT IS HE PLOTTING?

[tmidtpig]

@fcrmula​ !

math ;   that was his favorite pastime, wasn’t it? fingers crumple against the booklet in grasp, wrinkle the cover of sudoku purchase, money spent on a little solvable read-through from a corner-store in nacrene. face flourishes with color, heats up the edges of ears as he stands there adrift in his own thoughts. how does he go about this? does he simply text him? maybe he should deliver it face to face.

jumbled thoughts tumble around on bingo card of a brain, never falling in line with a proper etiquette with gift-giving. mom taught him better than this. . . it should be handed directly to the intended receiver, granted they were available to meet. the tiniest smile etches on his features, heart leaping into his throat as he holds the book all the more close to his chest. n. . . when would he next get the encounter of his dreams?

the late afternoon sun shimmers down its angel rays over his tussled hair, something that makes the crisp springtime air all the more saccharine. tulips, daisies, even the daffodils. floral whirlwinds reminded his heart of just who his sights were set on. the walking equation, the unsolvable mystery that left him feeling small in comparison. 

el never felt like he belonged around n. out of his league, a living prodigy meant to guide humanity like a demi-god chosen by pokemon themselves. brow twitches as the nineteen year old lingers on his dream-state, visualizes n’s flowing hair in the brisk breeze that twirls his own auburn locks. he’s so stupid, chasing after a simple fairytale. . . to be the princess in his own story. after all, the way mom told them, the princess always ended up with her prince charming.

he’s so headlong in his haze that he barely registers the ‘hello’ that echoes against his skull. eye blinks after what’s dried his oblong stare, darting focus up to find   -   “ n! ”   he’s a mess, face flushing a deep pecha pink. how long had he been standing there? how long had el zoned out  &&.  left him idling?   “ i-  i! didn’t realize you were around. . .  checking out th- the museum? ”   it’s a quickened pace that chugs the conversation away from his awkward daze, more-so how his heart skips rigorous beats here  &&.  there.

“ oh, by the way! ”   smooth transition, el. legendary.           hands jut out the booklet, offer it fully to the trainer before him, smile lopsided  &&.  dumbstruck.   “ i got you something, i’ve. . .  i’ve been thinking about you lately. a lot. ”

[meistoshi-m]

for @fcrmula​.     ╱     sc.

❛     man,  i’ve  missed  forests ...     it’s  not  like  i  haven’t  been  to  one  in  that  long,  but  it’s  all  been  lofts  &  dorms  &  pokémon  centers  for  so  long  that  it  feels  like  i  haven’t  been  in  a  forest  in  forever.     (   makes  sense  since  i  kind  of  work  for  an  institute  now,  but  still ...   )     i  like  towns  &  cities,  but ...     i  dunno ...     you  know ??    ❜

[iruludavare]

@fcrmula​ || Starter call

     It is not an uncommon sight, to catch a glimpse of a certain child from the nearby, flower-filled town roaming about Eterna Forest on the back of a Rhyhorn, in amongst a small group of ghost-type pokemon. A handful of Misdreavus, Gastly, and a duo in the form of another of the former, who clings to a Mismagius’ side. In fact, it would be more concerning, perhaps, to see the girl on her own, for so many times have they followed the blonde home, to ensure her safety, only to frighten Grace rather horribly. More concerning for a Letova to not be seen aided by ghost-type pokemon in the absence of people.

     Today happens to be no different. A change in scenery, yes, in a part of the forest not often explored by the child, but still with the same routine. Still tying strips of fabric, conveniently left for Serena by her mother, onto branches to show where she has gone, should the daughter fail to return home. She does not dare stray from the pack; not even when they come to a halt at Mismagius’s request-- Erykah, Serena had nicknamed her--, the moment that a few of the younger ghost-types let out cries, and float off towards a nearby opening. Not even when, a few seconds later, Erykah places the girl down on the ground, and gives a soft push in the direction of the others.

     Not even when small strides catch up to her dear friends, her gaze falls upon not another group of pokemon, but another person among them as well, and a shallow gasp leaves her.

          « Простикал, би буруичи бихим! »

     They are hurried words that escape the girl before she could think them over. An apology, of course, for so carelessly stumbling upon the other child, thinking that he had been another pokemon, from the way the eldest ghost-type had acted. Nevertheless, she cannot help but find it strange-- this boy, why he looks to have been in the forest for a while, perhaps living here. How could that be, though, when she always makes a point to wander off into the depths of Eterna Forest every day, and has never once come across him? Could he be lost?

     When Serena’s form shifts the slightest amounts-- as though considering moving closer to the other--, what appears to be a fabric-like extension holds onto her arm not unlike how a mother might stop her child from wandering into quite a dangerous situation. A glance is thrown back to the pokemon, questioning and gentle. Then, it flickers back over to the boy. Yes, Erykah is right-- as always. It would be foolish to take a another step towards him without first establishing that he is not a threat-- not to Serena, but her. Ever the overprotective creature, second only to the Rhyhorn that joins the blonde’s side as she poses a single question. 

          « Би--... Это... Гэрбис ӈи? »

[cottonthumb]

@fcrmula

❦ The dimming light heralded something less comforting than the end of a hard day’s work. Over the horizon, the sun dipped low, taking with it the brilliance of day. Milo, far from the farm, found his pace quickening further as the chill of night seeped over the gold grasses of route 4.

“Lomond!” The farmer called out, his voice slightly worn from his continuous calls. “Lomond! Where are you?!” Urgently, the shepherd carried on, vaulting over one of the crumbling stone walls and wading further into tall grasses.

Lomond - adventurous little Wooloo if there ever was one - had produced another loose board along the farm’s fencing and squirmed through the new escape route. Out into the unknown the little sheep had bounded, certain to take the world by storm. Alas, the cold drew quick, bringing with it the dark. Many of the Pokémon which made their burrows in the little route would find a little lamb to be easy pickings, particularly in harsh wintery times. The thought alone urged Milo to hurry in spite of his aching legs. “Lomooooond!”

....

The Wooloo in question had long since come to a full stop; its thick wool stuck in the branches of a bramble bush. It had kicked and struggled for what felt like an eternity, but the quiet and the night had drained it of both bravery and energy. It listened to the world, hopeful, until a set of footsteps caught its attention. A trainer, it had to be! Pleadingly, Lomond started to bleat for a rescue, quite tired of its little adventure.

[arcechosen]

> @fcrmula : 🌟 perhaps? for his hisui verse or otherwise

looks up to n like an older cousin. cooler than her, more confident, knows what he's doing. sees him as someone who can do no wrong, but can make mistakes. definitely someone she feels warm with a sense of security around. might want to hold hands if she's nervous or needs physical confirmation of his support.

loves how he almost never seems to stop smiling, always has this optimistic charge of "oh, is that right? how peculiar. :)" energy to him, makes her want to spend more time around him. for sure wants to be close friends, wants to earn and give out her own trust. maybe views him as something a little more than what she aspires to accomplish someday. what it is direction wise or end goal wise is unknown, he just appears to know what he's doing and that's all she wants for herself.

[gnzma]

@fcrmula​:

📋 [ whishlist momence ]

[ completely contrary to the last reply where I lament about Guzma and the MCs..... Guzma and the other antagonists like ofc I’m L O O K I N G at Giovanni, but........ Guzma dealing with Ghetsis? Hell Guzma dealing with Cyrus??? I think that would be very neat

especially since guzma would be like, damn, y’all are much worse than me actually ]

[chaserainbows]

ö for touya uno reverse card

Send me “Ö” and I will tell you what my muse finds most appealing about your muse’s appearance.

"I like his hair! Long hair really suits him, and it's a nice color too."

"It's like, you know when an accessory's pretty much made for someone? He's the kind of person that can pull off a flower crown like it's meant to be there."

[twilighttheater]

8, 13, 18

Munday Meme

8. Do your friends outside the internet know you roleplay?

[Oh absolutely not. Where I live I'd get the weirdest looks ever to say something like that. I describe it as collaborative writing if I have to irl, which y'know...is it incorrect to say that?]

13. Is there one trope you can’t stand?

[Mental disorders getting demonized in media lol. Low-hanging fruit but god I hate it so much. I know and have known people with some of these 'scary' mental disorders that horror movies love to demonize, and people will freak out seeing actual people with these problems because of these movies, shows, or games. What I hate the most is how people will say 'fiction doesn't effect reality' in response to this issue when it absolutely does. Look no further than how many people dislike sharks because of Jaws.

That being said if someone disagrees with my opinion here please don't come after me about it I really don't want to argue about this. I'm just going to agree to disagree and move on.]

18. What is one thing you’d wish to see more in the rp community?

[Returning to old roleplays to finish them no matter how old they are. No thread is dead to me until my rp partner says it is, but admittedly I get nervous about replying because I feel like people would prefer threads that are more recent. Still my muse is unpredictable and sometimes I'd love to finish something older, but I don't see this happen very often so I sometimes get hesitant to bring it up.]

[tastingtime]

@fcrmula​ liked x for a starter!

          “n! it sure has been a while! i hope you’ve been alright!” he was cleaning up his dishes he had been using for making the night’s supper, though he should have finished the cleaning hours ago, he wanted to have a bit of a lazy night.

[soardived]

♡? (lizard wheel builder companions obviously but other than that)

I CRAVE RELATIONSHIPS SO BAD.   >   accepting.

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance   /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .  >  each other’s enablers.

 FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

[normaliize-a]

🍃 for my little n

send a 🍃  to have an animal crossing villager assigned to ur muse(s)

I give N........Broccolo!

his home looks like n's room if u squint. there's also the whole lazy villagers constantly talking about the bugs in their home.

[tmidtpig]

@fcrmula hey bestie, pls leave