#rocketborn

[skullkxd]

@rocketborn said: “I can’t come back. I just can’t, OK?”

“You got a lot of nerve, sayin’ that shit to me. What, you couldn’t show your face for half a year because of shame? Or do you still hate me?”

The last time Ree saw Eli, they told him they forgave him. That was a lie, which is clear from how the bitterness seeps against their tongue and settles in their throat.

“If you can’t come back, how come you cane all th’way here to say it? Wouldn’t it just be easier for you to keep abandoning me?”

[haematophiliac]

@rocketborn // Asks "I'm sure I'll live a long miserable life of heartbreak and alcoholism before a ghost takes me out."

He takes several seconds to stop looking at his phone, whatever he was fixated on having caught his attention for far too long, almost breaking the barriers of politeness and instead ensuring he appears rude. But after the short time passes to let the other's words sink in with the click of the button to switch the screen off, a frown crosses his features in a quick barrage of thoughts as finally he looks up. What a random thing to say. Maybe Eli is aware of his amusement for other people's woes. Or perhaps he's simply approached to spark up conversation. Maybe even it's a joke?

"Would you rather the ghost option maybe? Or perhaps the slow descent into madness and decay is actually more your thing." He's smiling throughout speaking, rather entertained in tone with each word that comes out. Random conversations are always more than welcome during breaktime, even if he does need to chillout and relax for once, which he rather not. It is far more his thing to constantly be switched on.

A glance to his coffee, almost black, he soon reaches out for it, hand hovering at the handle for a second before picking it up and putting it to his lips.

"You could always hire a ghost if things are too..." A pause. "Strenuous." Words breathed over the rim of mug and a sip soon taken, he appears content. Amused, even. "Though, there is no fun in that. And no challenge."

[gnzma]

@rocketborn

🧷: pin my muse on the ground ((I love angst let's goo

He goes down with a yelp he can't keep in, having barely the time to turn his face not to slam his nose on the ground before he meets the floor. His nose and lips are already bleeding after dealing with a bunch of those goddamn grunts ( he could say anything about Rockets, but he'll give 'em that: they were fucking persistent ), but he'd much rather avoid having anything broken.

Granted, considering that the asshole who delivered a hit strong enough to make him lose balance decided to press him further down, pinning him before he could stand up again, a tooth less or an even more crooked nose all of a sudden seem like the least of his imminent problems.

"Motherfu--!"

The Skull leader growls, bloodied hands press on the floor as he still attempts to make the other fall.

"Get OFF you son of a bitch-!"

[aetherceuse]

A lusa meme if you will

If you can't accept me at my conventionally attractive business woman stage, then you don't deserve me at my eldritch deep sea alien stage.

[iruludavare]

"Should I know who you are?"

     A foul greeting. Rough around the edges, an accusation more than it is a question. A common dance between two wayward strangers crossing paths under the cover of the night. Hands tighten their grasp onto the straps of a tote bag, not pulling it closer to her form, but instead to ground herself— a slight twist whose energy might travel down to the heroine's feet, and dig heels further into the dirt. To his back, the ruins of an abandoned hotel. To hers, a suffocating field of rosy flowers turned bruised in the darkness.

     Perhaps him not recognising her is a good thing.

          "...No,"

     She says in a tone low, yet not entirely comprising her usual kind.

          "You just... I thought that you almost looked a little like someone I knew."

     A simple excuse, a lie believable only at hours such as this— where features could be contorted and obscured by eyes desperate to fill in the gaps. It would take little effort to turn on her heel. Less to pop open skates and speed off. Even lesser, to stand her ground. Wiser, too, for one with such manners and posture could be of the best or worst ilk. But nothing in-between.

          "Not many people come out here. Why have you?"

[sacrxdfire]

🗡️ DAGGER — what is something or someone you know you can't afford to lose? how far are you willing to go to make sure you don't lose it/them?

Character Development Questions

"Everyone has those I suppose. I don't think I should be disclosing my secrets so openly but I'll say the obvious: I can't afford to lose my loved ones. I train hard every day to be strong enough to protect them and their happiness."

But, if he could be even more honest, Ethan would say he can't afford to lose Ho-oh's blessing. Face it as the champion being worried about disappointing the deity that blessed him and bestowed very difficult and lonely duties as one expected to protect the world as a hero.

[laprimera]

"Soooooo.... how's that guy you been seeing?" -terraiste

“ Hm…? Oh.” She rolls her eyes. “ Pinche cabrón - not even; es un chico. Dumped his ass. ” Snort, but she’s smiling in relief. Maybe she should’ve left only Rika to see her behind the veil. There’s no filter or feelings to keep in check. “ I think I mistook pity for affection. I need to stop taking in every sad eyed stray that crosses my path especially if it’s more work then it’s worth, you know? Wanted nothing more then something warm next to him in bed and food then preferred to tuck his tail in and limp back to whatever hole in the wall he disappears to when he’s got his fill. Nah.

Pobrecito. But I do hope he stops licking his wounds long enough to let them heal. You should’ve met him if he stayed around long enough.” Probably would’ve given him the side eye but can’t say she’s curious. “ Saddest eyes you’ll ever see…but they were awfully cute.”

Another chuckle and she suddenly looks over to Rika with a pout.

“ I lost my telenovela buddy. That’s the saddest thing about all this. ….Think you wanna give my latest binge a chance? Hmmm? For me? Pleaasse?”

[chounaifu]

@rocketborn asked

Lets himself into the executive's office without knocking, placing paperwork on with desk, with no regard for whatever Proton might be working on. It's a vacation form "I'm going to Paldea for a week." Eli says, voice and expression are flat. He's been doing alright but... base has been suffocating lately. The man's sure his haggard appearance says everything for him. "Sign it." There's a pause. An uncertain shift of his weight from one foot to the other, arms crossing over his chest as he adds, just a touch quieter; "Please."

❝ You wanna try that again? ❞ Proton grunts with irritation as he is barged in on, and given a demand by his subordinate. He doesn't give a Rattata's ass about Eli's age, or how long he has been with the organization. If he intended on asking for something, he was going to ask for it properly. Executive Proton also looked exhausted, the dark circles around his eyes evidence of the extra shifts he's been working.

Eli mutters the 'please', and the man's annoyed scowl softens into something that passed more as mild frustration.

❝ Gimme that, ❞ Proton huffs through his nostrils, taking the paper, and looking it over. Without even looking up at Eli, he asks:

❝ Whattaya keep going out to Paldea for? ❞

[missingstarter]

Flashback

[ flashback ; SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING ]

"I told you to stay still!"

The yell comes out a little weaker than you'd like it to be. You can't stop crying. Your leg hurts. Your leg hurts so bad. The other Pokèmon are already knocked out, but Feraligatr, he--

...y-you can't get in the Pokèmon Center while both you and your Pokèmon are bleeding so hard. They'll start asking questions, they'll say that he's too aggressive, they'll wonder who you are and keep you there until the police arrives, especially since both of you have the same, unmistakable bite mark. The Houndoom's flaming teeth already cauterized it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.

Feraligatr growls with annoyance as you try to clean as many cuts as you can, unable to stay still. He never does what you want him to. He attacks when you tell him not to, he doesn't step aside when he's injured, and now he can't stay down for ten fucking minutes while you try to heal him!

"STAY STILL YOU STUPID LIZARD!"

You snap, screaming a little louder. He seems to be taken aback for a second, and then roars in return, his fangs just inches away from your face. You make yourself small, shiver. You notice a hint of regret in his eyes, but when he gets closer you--

You roar back. You don't know what made you do it, exactly. Maybe it's just the need to scream. You see the Water-Type blink, then snarls.

He roars. You roar. You continue just screaming until your voice cracks and the tears return to fall. You lean on him, and he quiets down, licking your cheek and pulling you closer, resting his head against your shoulder and back in what should be a hug. You don't hesitate to hug him back.

His breath smells of iron, his whole body like blood, sulfur and dirt. You probably smell the same.

You're so tired. Both of you.

[silentchamp]

what made you choose this muse?

Munday Asks. | accepting.

I've been writing Red for as long as I can remember.

I'm one of the few (or probably many) who have had a long attachment to him. Earliest memories gotta be sitting down on my Nana's ancient pullout couch when I was like 11, watching pokemon videos on YT on my hand-me-down gateway windows vista laptop that probably had a virus or two on it, considering it was sitting gathering dust in our musty basement, where my grandpa kept all of the computer stuff he tinkered with. It's a really vivid memory because I think it's important to me.

I was very interested in him, not because "he's just like me" (this was prior to my transition, so I really didn't have any traditional autistic symptoms at this time.) but moreso the fact that he was just mysterious and interesting. Admittedly, I was already familiar with Pokemon Adventures, so that interpretation was my first introduction. I think one day I just went down the rabbit hole and found a bunch of stuff related to him, whether it be x reader fics on deviantart or any of that fanart where he was an "uwu baby twink" (you know the ones.)

This is incredibly long-winded but every few years I would continue to get an either brief or prolonged attachment to him. Became so obsessed when I found out he was in U/SM. Because I'd been roleplaying other characters (got my start in minecraft) over the years, it was really a given that I ended up picking him up. So I did. I've been doing it on and off since...probably 2019, I think. I deleted my old blog, so I don't quite remember. It may have even been earlier than that.

I don't think he's necessarily a part of me, I think he's just provided me a lot of comfort over the years and that's why I continue to write him. He's special. That's all.

Sorry this was so long, felt added context was important.

[yellowsforest]

@rocketborn liked for a starter.

he’s back in the forest.

He’s been coming here for a long time, clearly. Yellow can remember even when they were small, there was someone (or someones) like this man. The way his soul is stitched up should be horrifying… but somehow, it just makes Yellow sad. It makes them want to help. What use are their powers if Yellow can’t help others?

they decide again, today, they’re going to make friendly with him. Yellow pops into the thicket seemingly out of nowhere, before pointing.

“You!”

… way to make an entrance, Yellow.

[skullkxd]

@rocketborn said: i've got you , kid !

“I’m okay, I’m — I’m fine…”

They blink, clearing away the fog in their eye, and … Eli is gripping onto them. Ree swallows, thick, before looking down, and — they’re awfully close to the floor, huh. The blond isn’t hurting in any strange places, and there’s no blood, so they didn’t get into a fight, but ..

“What��?”

— their eyes glance over, and it’s. A kabutops, over in the beach area. It must have triggered a panic attack, or —

… oh.

Ree closes their eyes and curls their shoulders in.

“I’m sorry. Don’t know what … happened.”

[reiketsui]

❛ may i have my gun back? ❜

an inspecting look is given back to the man before he turns away, handing over the gun to the admin accompanying him. " are you in a position to make demands, G620 0076413? " the response is dry and casual, his concentration shifting back towards the stack of papers in his hand. " commodities need to be earned. all you need to do is to showcase that you do deserve them. should be simple enough of a concept to grasp. " / crime / @rocketborn

[gnzma]

"BITCH?

I'm like, the CEO of Bug-Types how fucking--

God damn gotta to everything mysel--

LOOK AT THIS, ASSHOLE"

[aetherceuse]

✧˖°. @rocketborn continued from x

The conservation deck was a popular tourist destination for people of many walks of life: students, trainers and science enthusiasts alike were always thrilled whenever the Aether Foundation permitted public access to the paradise, and all of its wonderous amenities.

Lusamine, always aware of visitors on her property, seldom made appearances when there was a large crowd. Here she was today, though, analyzing the individuals coming and going. A few families, but mostly single persons. And there she settles, next to one man in particular who had been lingering in the space for several hours now.

"No, nothing in particular. I am also listening to everything," she responds, taking a glance at the Corsola that was resting on the edge of the water, closest to the guard rail. Lusamine smiles some, and then returns her attention to her guest.

"Of course, there is much to listen to here. Have you had an opportunity to spot the small flock of Chatot that we are rehabilitating from Hearthome?"

Lusamine tilts her head upwards to gaze at the trees growing in the artificial biome.

"It takes a keen ear, to differentiate its mimicry from the Trumbeaks."

[zenigatakeibu]

@rocketborn said: "can you shut up ?" [im so sorry he's mean dsljhkjdhsfd]

⚖️ RIKU'S THE FIRST to glare, its sharp blue eyes finding the stranger before Zenigata even has a chance to turn his head. He's used to bad attitudes in this line of work-- assholes are par for the course-- so when his brow furrows, it furrows instinctively. There's a blink then, slow and unbothered.

.. Scrappy little thing, ain't he? Doesn't take long to size him up. Looks like Zenigata's got a good foot of height on this guy, probably about a hundred pounds too; he all but dwarfs him.

❝ Did you need something? ❞ The flip phone snaps shut. He wonders if this stranger knows just who he's talking to. Wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to pick a fight out of nowhere, though. Goldenrod was lousy with Rockets... Territorial, paranoid-- couldn't go two feet without causing a fuss. ❝ .. Look, if you want me to take it somewhere else I will, but I'm searching for a client's lost Pokémon: a golden Growlithe, has a red collar and a notch in its ear. Went missing around here about a week ago... Know anything about that? ❞