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[becoming-not-became]

Promenade

I understand now that life is a circle not a carnival ridethere are no tickets to hold and punchstarting somewhere ending another round round we go stopping to take onnew to let offold merrily we go and then at last we end where started all alone with ourselves but wiser and stronger and happier and lovedfor having the courage to walk this promenade

[curvycrip]

I'm starting a punchstarter to punch as many nazis as possible

[actuallymuffet]

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“Who is this adorable little fellow you have~?!”

She stooped down in front of Brawly’s Makuhita, a large smile on her face. “They’re so cute~!”

Clearly she had forgotten her manners, and realized so after a few moments of gawking at the Pokemon. She quickly stood up and bowed her head in apology.

“Ah, forgive me for being so rude~!” She held out her three right hands to offer a handshake. “My name’s Muffet... may I ask who you are, dear~?”

[relicated-blog]

@punchstart

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse. 

✧ I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better (always). ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be (better) friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you (sometimes). ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you (but I know you wouldn’t prefer that, so I refrain). ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically). ✧

[sweetbaku-blog]

@punchstart

“Oh my, what a creative dream!” The baku clapped her hands excitedly. It had been a while since she had seen a dream like this. Just to make sure, she took a look in her dream journal, a blue book always at her side. Yep, given the unique surroundings, this was certainly a dream of someone being a pokemon master! 

One of the elite four specifically. Children had such vivid imaginations and pokemon were colorful creatures that touched on that creativity. There was certainly a competitive aspect to it a well. Someone had been playing a little too much Ruby and Sapphire before going to sleep. 

Doremy knew all her own pokemon roster by heart, so in a setting like this she could materialize the six balls around her waist. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to be caught up in a lengthy trainer battle, but it was only polite to play along with the dreamer when the dream was this innocent.

Her face froze.

“....” That was the dreamer? THAT? His outfit screamed suffer bro trash. And he was still dreaming of pokemon well into his twenties? Usually by then, dreams like this became a bit more abstract, pokemon representing lost childhood nostalgia and so on. But no, this was clearly a textbook power fantasy. He was literally dreaming of being one of the elite four. Oh jeez. It was pretty embarrassing to be honest. She approached to tug on his arm.

“Sir, sir? I think it’s time you dream of something more reasonable for a young man”

[irishlancer]

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“...this sucks.”

Muttering to himself, the Servant shoved a hand into his pocket, the other holding onto the length of a fishing pole that was resting over his shoulder. How was he supposed to know that he wasn’t supposed to go fishing in the public park? That seemed like the best place for it, in his opinion.

“Haa...I’ll have to find somewhere else to pass the time. There’s gotta be somewhere in this city that I can fish without people jumping on my ass about it.”

Scanning around the park entrance, his eyes settled on the nearest person. It was a fortuitous sighting, really. After all, how often did he find someone else with the same absurd hair color as him?

“Hey brother, sorry to bother ya but you wouldn’t happen to know somewhere that a guy can go fishing around here, would ya?”

[typeadvantages-blog]

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send a star for a pokemon your muse reminds mine of! ll ACCEPTING

“Definitely a Medicham, by the fighting style. The Pokemon also moves and attacks like it’s rolling along with the waves. Strong force to be reckoned with.”

[memorianima]

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Isae was definitely not the most outgoing person in the world. She didn’t raise her voice unless necessary and she normally wasn’t one to approach others. But there were those unnatural hair colors again. Blue hair really? She quickly looked away when she caught herself staring. Then she felt bad about acting like she wasn’t staring. So she stood, steeled herself a little and walked over to him.

“I wanted to apologize for staring. I’m still getting used to such brightly colored hair, since someone has told in some places it’s natural.... is yours?”

[kokonehime-blog]

🗣

“Aaah!” Athena can’t help but grin. “He’s very loud, right? But it’s okay! He’s really funny! He told me I was a Buizel, and I think he’s from the same kinda place as Rosa, so I’m gonna ask her what that is. I bet it’s cute!”

Athena’s faith in humans never fails to be astonishing.

“Um... About him though...I dunno. He wears orange, which means I like him a lot!” Pause. “But he sounds really excited and upbeat. I think he’d be a good person to be friends with. I think he’s very genuine.

”And loud. But genuine.”

[oldworldprincess-blog]

Continued from here

Upon Brawly’s decision that she was a Zigzagoon, Konoka’s face absolutely lit up. She’s definitely pleased with that! After all..

“Zigzagoon are adorable! I’d love to be a Zigzagoon! Sure, they can’t heal people, but still! They’re so fluffy!”

She grins widely up at the taller man, before finally giving a bow in his direction.

“I’m Konoe Konoka, from Kantō! I’ve heard- and seen- how good of a trainer you are, Brawly-san, so it’s really an honor to meet you!”

[meteorgreen-blog]

“Why isn’t the sun the most dangerous place on earth?”

⛅ ➜ He stared in disbelief at Brawly for quite a few seconds. You have to be kidding right..? Is he really older than me? “...That’s because the sun isn’t a place on Earth, Brawly-san. It’s in space.”

[gemspectacled-blog]

@punchstart

“Cool.. Hair..?” She's hesitant at first, completely dumbfounded by the animated style, but decides to comment nonetheless.

[savedfromredemption-blog]

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“ Excuse me? Excuse me. Do you know how to dance? “ The sentry turret pats the man’s arm until she’s able to catch his attention, greeting him with a big smile and a little wave afterwards. 

 “ I’ve only been able to move my body recently. Would you mind teaching me a few moves? ” She gestures to the crowd of dancers excitedly. “ I promise not to step on your foot too hard in the process. I do not think I am very heavy. ”

[actuallymuffet]

✿

{Thank you very much

[relicated-blog]

It had been difficult to separate, at first. Roxanne had a very subtle attachment to the first familiar thing--her Pokemon, one, then him. They helped ground her into the unknown, find her bearings, gave her a leg to stand on. After all, anytime she'd traveled before had been impermanent, temporary, always with the promise of soon returning home. According to the figures in white, however...that possibility was slim enough to lose hope in. So she dashes it herself, gets a grip, and moves on. There was no point in crying over such things, even if she had--just a little!--when they'd happened upon each other. "...strange, when I'd spoken to you over the phone, just two days ago. And you've been here all this time?" time-travel was a Johtoan legend, one she had no interest in dabbling in. Roxanne deflates with a sigh of resignation, twirling a tendril of hair in her fingers. It tangles and she tugs at it, as if that would jog her into thinking harder. It didn't.

"I suppose I have to make the best of it." she quirks a brow, studying him, locked on as if reading the tiniest details. "But are you alright, Brawly? Really alright?" his resiliency was well-known in the region, but it was that same bounce-back attitude that made Roxanne concerned at times. She'd never let herself become complacent with it.

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[frostswake]

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“Is that your way of asking someone to a dance?” His boisterous attitude preceded him in the ballroom and Seles couldn’t help but think what he lacked in refinement, he made up for in enthusiasm.