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[warlordarcher]

Small announcement.

For personal reasons (and because Tumblr somehow hates this blog), Pokkle will have his own sideblog at @sevenspectrum

For now, Yoichi's muse isn't active, so I'll decide later whether to keep him or not.

I'll gradually reply to Pokkle threads from the other blog. I won't close this one until I'm sure the threads have been transferred to the other.

[warlordarcher]

Small announcement.

For personal reasons (and because Tumblr somehow hates this blog), Pokkle will have his own sideblog at @sevenspectrum

For now, Yoichi's muse isn't active, so I'll decide later whether to keep him or not.

I'll gradually reply to Pokkle threads from the other blog. I won't close this one until I'm sure the threads have been transferred to the other.

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Everyone says "Ponzu and Pokkle didn't deserve that" but no one says "I'm going to rp Ponzu to give her the story they deserve"

Ah, I woke up salty today xD

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Pokkle's eyes narrowed gently at her response, a big, mischievous, and amused smile spreading across his face, letting her know that he understood her message and was completely in agreement with it. Standing up straight again, Pokkle rested his hands on his hips. "Very well, better this way. It would be really disappointing if you didn't like challenges." Winking knowingly, the archer finally concluded "Good luck with the challenge…" Gently tapping his index finger against his chin, he laughed softly. "I'm eager to see how creative and determined you become when you have a challenge in mind"

"About hunting butterflies, if you'd like, we could go one day. It could be butterflies or any other insect, and we could put together a display of the different species we find. Of course, they have to be insects that are already dead. You know I don't enjoy killing them at all, much less for fun. Of course, if my company is good enough for you" The gentle spring breeze made the leaves in the treetops dance on their short walk, seeming to dance gently above their heads.

"Is there any other question for the moment that your curiosity needs to ask? Or perhaps I could ask you something?" I think it's just fair after being questioned in such detail"

{ @hunting-songs }

Continuation from Here! [ ... ] Pausing briefly, Pokkle laughed again after the questioning, shaking his head. "What were all the questions, Senritsu?" Finally stopping his pacing, Pokkle placed his hand gently on her shoulder and carefully slid it up her neck to her cheek, cradling her face to make her look up and meet his gaze. "Is there something on your mind?"

Leaning her cheek in the others hand without an ounce of shyness Senritsu only placidly blinked up to the other: "Oh nothing." Placidly, yes, but there was also something else in her dark eyes. Something very attentive. Something very alerted.Something like a cat looking at a mouse ready to pounce forward. "A lugubre professional-disease, I am afraid. But you would not hold it against me that I am curious about you when it is my mhmmmmmm ...espansivo loved job as Hunter to always be curious and always wanting to know everything, mhmmmm?" Se had listened attentive with her head tilted to the side and even if there was a amused smile over the topics of her question on her face ,she was not laughing. It was a content smile- Senritsu enjoyed so much to listen to a heartbeat singing her a melody of not only pure honesty but also a song with no hidden secrets echoing beneath. Pokkle had neither lied nor had he held any information back and Senritsu enjoyed listening to this kind of melody, whatever cheesy and ridicilous question were asked.

"I am just thinking about how much I like challenges." the woman hummed so innocently it was almost believable: "And how much I would have enjoyed hunting butterflys with good company. "

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For a moment, Pokkle hesitated. Was that a factual statement or a compliment to his handling of the situation? Sometimes Kurapika could be a bit hard to read, but he was grateful nonetheless. "Thank you. I really didn't know what to expect from that last phase, and between my defeat against Hanzo and Killua's complete disinterest in fighting me, I was really frustrated. I wanted to do things right, I wanted to earn my license the honest way. But my own discomfort wasn't a reason to question you. Thanks anyway for seeing it as a good thing."

When Kurapika finished wiping his face, Pokkle stood up from his seat and stretched his back slightly. "Good. It feels better not having the constant smell of blood on me. Thanks for the help. So, no hard feelings, huh?" The archer raised his right hand toward the blonde, clenched into a fist for him to bump into like colleagues. "Clean slate?"

Recalling the last moments of the hunter exam and obtaining their licenses, a doubt suddenly arose in the archer's mind. However, he didn't know how much he should ask without making Kurapika uncomfortable. Somehow, he seemed more like the withdrawn and isolated type than the more open and communicative type Pokkle was. "Mh… by the way, did you get a job as a hunter after the exam? What kind of hunter have you finally become?"

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The silence was comfortable. Kurapika had been content to finish the task he'd started and leave it at that, but Pokkle had thought to break that silence with a lightly humored statement. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but it left an opening for a response, even if only a small one would have filled the void. He finished wiping away the blood before giving it, however.

"The ability to move on after a disagreement is something I'm learning to appreciate more as time goes on." After all, he'd become so close with Leorio after they had started off on the wrong foot as well. Perhaps Kurapika had the kind of personality or aura about him that made him seem more argumentative than he actually preferred to be.

That wasn't to say he would let anyone say whatever they want -- if they were wrong, he had no problem with telling them just that -- but he preferred to skip the arguing all together.

"Besides," he continued, tucking the cloth away to be washed another time for reuse. "I can admit that questioning my victory had been a fair response to the way Hisoka and I behaved during the Hunter Exam. Holding grudges against someone only cautious of suspicious actions wouldn't do either of us any good."

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" if you were mine I would ... " finish it in my askbox !

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"Tame? Seriously? Why the hell would anybody try to tame THINGS?" Pokkle laughed softly, shaking his head in amusement as he aimed his bow and arrow at the target. "Things can't be tamed, and neither can living beings" Pulling back the bowstring, it took a few moments for Pokkle to release the arrow, hitting the bull's-eye. "Heh... or so I think... if someone tried to tame me, they'd be sorely disappointed when they failed"

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What's more, I even go into Kurapika's profile and even though I'm following this, it doesn't appear on the dash either >.<

Okay, it's really stressful to see how on this blog, when I answer something (whether ask or thread) it takes a long time to appear in my dash!

And I start getting memories of when I was shadowbanned and I don't want that again xd

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Okay, it's really stressful to see how on this blog, when I answer something (whether ask or thread) it takes a long time to appear in my dash!

And I start getting memories of when I was shadowbanned and I don't want that again xd

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Al sentir la voz del otro, Pokkle abrió lentamente sus ojos. Todo giraba y daba vueltas, sentía pinchazos en su cabeza, como si le estuvieron clavando agujas, una detr��s de otra. Sus labios-¿hocico? Se abrieron, intentando hablar pero se detuvo por un momento. Las palabras se sentían pesadas como bloques se cemento atascándose en su garganta.

Finalmente luego de unos instantes, pudo abrir bien los ojos sin que la luz le molestara. La camilla era algo dura pero estaba bien, el cuerpo en realidad no le molestaba, no le dolía. Pero su mente daba vueltas y vueltas, pinchaba y pinchaba

"Todavía me duele la cabeza y estoy algo mareado" Normal, como mínimo luego de someterse a una lobotomía. Los ojos de Pokkle giraron lentamente por toda la habitación: todo parecía tan extraño, tan lejano, y de alguna forma las cosas no se sentía bien. ¿Quién (o ¿qué?) era esta persona? ¿Por qué se estaba preocupando por él? ¿Era un médico tal vez? Pero sobre todas las cosas, la gran pregunta era ¿Quién era él? ¿Cómo había llegado a esa situación? ¿Estas... ¿Personas? eran buenas o malas?

Sentándose con cuidado, sus piernas todavía estaban estiradas en la camilla, el arquero giró su cabeza para mirar al hombre... ¿Mariposa? "Pero creo que me estoy sintiendo un poco mejor que ayer, gracias, al menos ahora puedo hablar con normalidad" Mencionó, recordando cómo ayer tenía cierto tartamudeo que no podía controlar. O tal vez, simplemente ya se estaba acostumbrando a eso "¿C-Cómo llegué a esta situación? ¿Eres una especie de médico? Honestamente, no estoy recordando nada anterior a ayer"

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Neferpitou había sacado toda la información que necesitaban del cerebro de este cazador, gracias a ello, comprenderían el nen y sería el arma más aterradora que pudiesen adquirir las quimeras.

No obstante, desarrollar nen también requería de cierta individualidad y eso los acercaba peligrosamente a la forma de ser de los humanos. El pensamiento estaba instaurado en el guardia real, y lo asolaría por mucho tiempo.

Desechar a este humano sería un desperdicio, tenía potencial de combate y era lo que más necesitaban o que Shaiapouf creía que necesitaban. Un ejército para el rey, vasallos, súbditos leales. Porque un rey no podía serlo si no tenia nada de esto bajo de sí. Un rey no podía gobernar el vacío.

Por eso, decidió que sería bueno darle una segunda oportunidad, la de formar parte de la especie superior. Así mismo haría con otros tantos después de este. Por mientras, mantenía un ojo encima suyo, si el experimento era exitoso le daba pie a no detenerse solamente aquí.

— ¿Cómo te sientes hoy?—tenía ciertas habilidades referentes a la empatía y no hacía falta preguntar , sin embargo, preguntar era lo más acertado para establecer una confianza.

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The exam-phase had started in the morning and Senritsu could hear the testees move throughte forest as loud as giants, although they were all trying to be as quiet and soundless as possible to not startle the birds. Right after she had send out the examinee Senritsu had set up a campfire and boiled herslef a kettle of black tea and she was about to build up her tent when the rustling of the trees aorund her amde her look up. One of the examinees who ahd worn a hat ahd taken it off and on his head was sitting one of the birds, tweeting happily while preening the archers hair. Senritsu blinked. The little bird cooed as happy as a courting dove. Senritsu blinked a second time. The little bird settled down on Pokkles head, very content with how they had 'cleaned up' the mans hair. Senritsu blinked a third time. "Well...mhmmmmm, I did not expected anyone coming back before the first night. Or before the time running up in general."The woman said eventually and than only laughed in all good humor, before she pointed to the kettle over the campfire in an friendly inventation: "But if you are already here, why don´t you give me company for a cup of tea, mhmm?" Then she added gently, her voice as soft as the birds singing above their heads: "Afterwards you will need to leave, there are still a night and a day left so there is the possibility that just another person would bruscamente take the bird from you in that time. So you better hide you and your mhmmmmm feathery friend." [ @hunting-songs ]

When the examiner explained the objective of his phase, a big, confident smile spread across the archer's face. This was going to be easy; he had been going animal watching since he was a child with his father, so capturing one wasn't going to be a difficult task.

When the rest of the candidates practically ran away, crowding the birds, Pokkle frowned so deeply it hurt. And that gave him a huge advantage. He quickly climbed onto one of the tree branches and took in the whole situation: the birds, even the ones that seemed most distracted, took flight as soon as they sensed the presence of a person near them… and the others were usually quite reckless, wanting to catch them by force.

After a while, Pokkle returned to the examiner, appearing as proud of his 'catch' as ​​the bird seemed proud of how had 'cleaned' his hair. Letting out a soft laugh so as not to scare the bird, Pokkle sat on a log on the ground, accepting the invitation. "Thank you very much. You see, I've been doing wildlife spotting since I was a child, studying and quickly identifying their behavior is in my blood. When I saw the rest of the examiners pounce on the birds and their reaction, I knew it wouldn't be an easy task" The bird seemed to be far too comfortable in the archer's fluffy hair, as it didn't take long to lay down like it was a nest.

"While you were explaining our mission, I listened to their song and quickly memorized it" Looking up as if trying to look at the bird, Pokkle easily replicated its song, which the little bird happily returned. "So I climbed up onto a branch and watched the whole situation, then I just started singing like them… they have a very particular song and seem to be a species attracted by that sound, very different from the hustle the others are making. This little one came up to me and started grooming me" Letting out a small laugh, the archer's eyes looked into the distance, at the others trying to catch the birds. "I'm not sure who caught who, but here we are"

Again, his brow furrowed at the scene, and he let out a disappointed sigh. "I just hope that attitude doesn't upset the birds' well-being, it would be a shame if they got stressed" he mentioned in a low voice, almost as a thought out loud before turning his gaze back to the examiner. "I'll spend the night near a group of nests over there" He pointed with his finger. "But not too close so as not to stress them out… in the meantime, what flavor is the tea?"

{ @hunting-songs }

[warlordarcher]

“Date?” @ Yoichi

Who asks for it:

[] Your muse asks mine

[X] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[X] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [ ] ___ (other options)

[] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [] Small and familiar   • [] Fast Food

[X] Nature  • [X] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [X] Forest      • [X] …and having a picnic

[] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[X] Visiting a haunted location

[X] Staying at home  • [] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [X] Reading

[X] _____ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[X] …holding hands

[X] …a kiss

[X] …in bed

[X] …knowing each other better 

[ ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

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When the train rolled in, Senritsu turned to Pokkle with a rueful smile. "Well than, time to say goodbye" she hummed, one small hands fingers tapping against the side of her leg although it was a worried, somewhat nervouse melody: "I hope he next time we see eachother you will be a Hunter,though I have no doubt that you will pass. I just" the woman tilted her head from one side to another like a thoughtful bird. The line between her big eyes as as deep as a fresh cut nd the melody she tapped against her leg was heavy from worry: Maybe she should have teached him Nen, she couldn´t, she was not a good teacher, but maaybe she should have teached himNen so the exam would not be so dangerouse for him,she couldn´t, she was not a good teache, but maybe: "...hope that we will see eachothers as Hunters with you still in one piece after the exam"

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Noticing Senritsu's sad and worried expression, Pokkle's softened. Was he nervous? Yes, a lot, he wasn't going to deny it. Was he confident? Yes, much more than nervousness, but also, his mind was clearer and more focused now, and he wouldn't allow the same mistake he made the other time, being overconfident, to happen again. No, confidence was good, but he shouldn't let it blind him, ever.

"The next time we see each other, Senritsu, it's going to be as fellow hunters, really" He smiled a little nervously, but confidently. Still, there was something about this goodbye that made him a little nervous. In a few weeks, he would be a hunter, would start working as a hunter, hopefully, and follow his own dream, which also meant his life would become much more risky, and every adventure he had, not even he knew if it wouldn't be the last. Of course he knew that and would be careful. He knew he would seek professional help whenever necessary, but he also knew that, being a Fantastic Beasts Hunter like he wanted to become, a second's delay in reacting could mean the difference between life and death.

"I haven't forgotten that you promised to take me out to dinner as colleagues as soon as I get my hunting license. Don't think you'll be able to go back on your words" he mentioned lightly, jokingly, trying to lighten the farewell a little. But nevertheless, there was something that kept him uneasy about that goodbye. Perhaps they would never see each other again, even though dying wasn't in his plans.

Suddenly, the thought crossed his mind, as sharp as a sudden slap. Pokkle wasn't one of those who liked to dwell on the 'what ifs' nor was he one who liked to hold back. So as soon as that thought lasted only a few seconds in his mind, Pokkle stepped forward and, while holding his small bag in one hand, cupped Senritsu's cheek with the other, making her to look up and he leaned in to kiss her on the lips. A kiss that started gently, as his hand gently slid to the nape of her neck, and gradually became more intense. He gently bit her lower lip and slipped his tongue into her mouth. The kiss deepened, and he dropped his bag between his legs. Pokkle wrapped his other arm around her body and pulled her towards him, his hand on the back of her neck tangling his fingers in strands of hair and firmly, but gently, very gently, because his intention wasn't to hurt her, he tugged on her hair, making sure he had enough grip to avoid causing her pain.

Only when they both needed to breathe, Pokkle moved away from her just a few inches, so few that the small thread of saliva still joined their lips and he laughed softly, but happily "You know, for good luck"

{ @hunting-songs }

[warlordarcher]

“Date?”

Who asks for it:

[X] Your muse asks mine

[X] My muse asks yours

"Mhm, considering you invited me to listen to the regional birds singing very early in the morning and I invited you to the aquarium, then I think we're on par on this"

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[X] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[X] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [X] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [ ] ___ (other options)

[X] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [X] Small and familiar   • [X] Fast Food

[X] Nature  • [X] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [X] Forest      • [X] …and having a picnic

[X] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[X] Visiting a haunted location

[X] Staying at home  • [X] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [ ] Reading

[X] Sharing experiences and adventures while comforting ourselves with food (other options)

"We've already tried fast food at fairs, but a date where we go to a small, family-run restaurant wouldn't bother me at all. Staying inside isn't a bad option either; we can order food and still have a good time. And I will never refuse an adventure together."

The date might hopefully end with…

[X] …holding hands

[X] …a kiss

[X] …in bed

[X] …knowing each other better 

[ ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Shrugging gently, Pokkle let out a small, almost innocent chuckle. "We're two adults, Senritsu. Whatever happens, happens, but I'll always be happy to get to know you a little better"

{ @hunting-songs }

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pokkle & ponzu

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Postcoital Smalltalk // pokkle & pika

Carefully turning onto his side, Pokkle's eyes fell on Kurapika's figure. He was clearly taller, but somehow, his build seemed a bit smaller than the archer's, which caused him a certain tenderness and brought a soft smile to his face.

Stretching out his arm, Pokkle gently wrapped his arm around Kurapika's body and pulled him towards him, like a lazy cat just looking to feel his warmth. The apartment was small, very small, and the bedroom had been remodeled into a studio, so the sofa bed in the small living room was the best he could offer at the moment. At least while he was in the city. Luckily, he had secured that small apartment for when someone hired him as a Hunter to conduct some investigation or something similar in the city.

The last thing the archer had imagined was that the two of them would end up in this situation, but he felt fine about it nonetheless. "So, Kurapika… am I forgiven for my accusations during the Hunter Exam?" He mentioned it jokingly, clearly jokingly, given that they had both decided to put their differences aside and start over, without hard feelings, which made it even funnier that they had ended up in this situation. The archer laughed softly, very softly, since he didn't want to break the calm and stillness of the moment.

"How are you feeling? Do you want some water?"

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KNOCK - KNOCK PROMPTS.

listen i recently became obsessed with the amount of television shows that have a mystery person knocking on the protagonist's door as a major finale cliffhanger, and it got me thinking, and now we have this list that a few immensely talented people helped me with! that said, we know the drill by now. DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN! IF YOU HAVE IDEAS FOR MORE PROMPTS SEND THEM TO ME AND I WILL ADD THEM!

[ KISS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door and impulsively pulls them in for a passionate kiss that punctuates a lengthy slow-burn between the two.

[ WOUNDED ]: sender arrives at the receiver's door with considerable injuries, in dire need of help and emergency care that only the receiver is either trusted enough or convenient enough to provide.

[ TEARS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door in tears and in need of comfort after a long day (or week, or month…)

[ DEFEATED ]: sender arrives at the receiver's door after having lost a considerably important battle (metaphorical or literal) and needing a place to recuperate from the loss.

[ FUGITIVE ]: sender, having just become a fugitive from the law, runs to the receiver's home in the hopes of finding shelter and safety with them.

[ GIFTS ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house with gifts for the homeowner themselves.

[ APOLOGY ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to apologize to them for a past wrong-doing (specify if you wish!)

[ DATE ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to take them on a romantic date.

[ HANG OUT ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to hang out with them for the day.

[ GO OUT ]: sender heads to the receiver's house to take them out for a day of fun/relaxation.

[ COLLECT ]: sender shows up at the receiver's house to collect something that the receiver has either purchased for them or borrowed from them.

[ DELIVER ]: sender shows up at the receiver's house to deliver something to them that either the sender borrowed or the receiver requested from them.

[ CONFRONT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to confront them about an on-going problem between the two of them.

[ FAVOR ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to ask them for a favour.

[ RECRUIT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to recruit them for an upcoming task that the sender is unable to do alone.

[ ROOMIE ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to move in with them.

[ COMFORT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to comfort them after the receiver has a difficult time or experiences a significantly difficult event.

[ HELP ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to help them with something that the receiver is either procrastinating or unable to accomplish on their own.

[ LEISURE ]: sender goes to the receiver's house for a movie night or a game night.

[ WARN ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to warn them against doing something that they suspect the receiver is preparing to do.

[ THREATEN ]: sender goes to the receiver's house in order to threaten them.

[ REUNITE ]: sender returns to the receiver's house after having been away for a while, intending to reunite with them.

[ GOODBYE ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to say a final farewell after learning they're due to leave town, possibly for good.

[ SECRET ]: sender sneaks out to the receiver's house to meet with them in secret.

[ BAD NEWS ]: sender arrives at the receiver's doorstep to deliver some bad news to them (SPECIFY THE NEWS).

[ PARTY ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to attend a party that the receiver is hosting.

[ NEIGHBOUR ]: sender, having just moved in next door, arrives at the receiver's house to introduce themselves.

[ ENGINE ]: sender's car breaks down in the same street that the receiver lives on, leading the sender to knock on their door to ask for help.

[ PRETEND ]: sender knocks on the receiver's door to ask them to pretend to know them for the sake of a cover story.

[ VISIT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house for a casual visit.