TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS !
Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.
- ( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am
- ( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u
- ( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD
- ( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up
- ( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you for hurting me
- ( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh
- ( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party
- ( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed
- ( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry
- ( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu
- ( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic
- ( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable
- ( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.
- ( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.
- ( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.
- ( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything
- ( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.
- ( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.
- ( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.
- ( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.
- ( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.
- ( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog
- ( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me
- ( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?
- ( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.
- ( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.
- ( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good
- ( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…
- ( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.
- ( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.
Howdy! This is a new blog for Silvally/Silvadi!
I haven’t been in the Online/Roleplay Pokémon Fandom for at least… Four generations now?So count me as nervous! But regardless, I couldn’t resist making up a blog for this lovely ‘mon here!
So, if you all would be so kind as to boost this a bit? I’d appreciate it so I can get going!
famous poetry aesthetic.
repost & BOLD which lines apply to your muse.
tagged by: @sejuette (MOON FACE EMOJIS @ U. why thank you pal)
tagging: @littleprxnce @xaais @alaesolis @glaciergraced @ofwaterandice @oighearbriste @renxei @eliite @familiarfortunefox
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked. // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month. // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends. // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood. // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest. // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely. // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose. // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep// some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies,// death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream// it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night// shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.
❛ its but a little rain. it’ll dry eventually. ❜ [ oh Gill, are you so stubborn to completely forget that’s not how anything works? ] sure his clothes would dry given a certain time period but not when he was still getting RAINED ON currently.
the thick jacket – much larger than his own lithe frame – felt heavy on his shoulders, much like the guilt of becoming a burden to a mere stranger. he could only bite back his objections, could only clutch at the leather cloth to keep it from falling. he couldn’t risk getting SICK now, of all days, not when it was nearly the end of the year and the town hall was busier than ever. ❛ i’ll give it back. ❜ his head bowed, words low and hushed, ❛ i’ll talk to Jake about giving you a night’s stay for free as thanks. ❜
–[ ϟ ϟ ]– It’s a great victory, Spark thinks. After all, his intuition whispers ever so quietly in his head that the other was probably in the habit of ignoring his own health in favor of work. At least now he can rest easy that the stranger would get home warm and protected from the weather.
“W-wow, that’s super nice of you!” flashing a beaming grin despite the grey gloom heavy in the skies, and cold frost of the air. Arm outstretched once again, this time he offers his hand for a friendly shake.
“I’m Spark, visiting from the big city! I’m supposed ta’ meet the mayor or somethin’ tomorrow so I can talk to them bout my research and stuff. ” Spark explains, clueless to the identity of whom he addressed. “Maybe I’ll see you around town after, and I can just get it from you directly so you can avoid the hassle!”
Flint licked his muzzle while chuckling lightly at the other’s reaction, though the chuckles sounded more like grunts. The fox sat and yawned, curiously gazing at the human.
“I did! That reaction is always amusing.” The canine replied lightheartedly. He licked his paw before rubbing it across his muzzle then repeated the action with his other paw.
“I see you around here a lot, which is strange. Some of the deer trust you, I know that Erusk thinks your here to trick us all into obeying you though. Which may be a paranoid way to think on his part.” Flint was visibly relaxed as he sat and continued grooming himself.
His mouth hands open for a bit, before it snaps firmly shut. The initial shock fades rather quickly. He’d always been one to accept things as easily as they came. Trust your instincts right? Right now they were screaming that this was the coolest thing he’d ever see with his own two eyes.
Falling into an easy grin in tune with the calmness of the forest and serenity of the fox before him, slight, bubbling laughter sounds out.
“Ah,I guess I kind of look like a pretty shady guy, all up in your home and stuff. I’m not here to trick any of you though, just wanna watch for a bit and take some notes. Wow - I really never expected this to happen. Do ya mind if I ask you questions? Like who’s Erusk?”
OOC. I know I just came back (kind of -) but I three lovely tests are coming next week. Queue will be running, but replies will pretty much halt. See you guys again if I survive :’)
So much energy… Roy made no protests was he was tugged along to the dorms, mostly just glad that Spark was no longer crying. (His happy energy was so much more preferable.) He couldn’t help the light snort at came from the hushed way of talking, though, finding it amusing.
“Business and theater arts for me,” he shamelessly admitted, free hand still holding tight onto his water bottle. “I’m either with stiffs in suits or in the theater. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it.” Well, technically he was on the ice or in the dance practice rooms most of the time… Far more exciting than how his major sounded.
–[ ϟ ϟ ]–
Two more turns and on the horizon sits the peak of the dorm s- a rather modern and elegant building, housing many students. His steps quicken ever so slightly at the sight - not quite a skip but bordering it. With this new friend, certainly their mission could be accomplished.
“What -! That does sound exciting! That means ya get to meet a lot people and give them things to make their lives better! Then you get to be on stage LIVE. What’s not cool about that -?” Though Roy seemed to have less enthusiasm for his own field, to him it was rather amazing to participate in two polar opposites. “That must mean you’re good at everything -!”
–[ ϟ ϟ ]– “Citrus, coming right up! -” Searching the box momentarily he produces a green treat, handing it directly to the Phanthump in her arms. Ah, the ever elusive supreme poke puffs, if only they could be obtained by normal means…
“I wish I had a clear answer - I’ve heard mysterious strangers will give it to you for great accomplishments with your Pokemon! A friend of mine found one mysteriously in their pack on their birthday. Guess it’s kinda luck.”
Taking a second mint puff, he gently places in a plastic box pushing it towards her, in insistence to take one on the go. “What brings you around? Team Rocket has been causing trouble around here recently - you should be careful!”
The small Phantump squeaked out a thank you before munching on the small treat. It had been a while since he had been spoiled like that. Xaais looked down at her Pokemon with a small smile before using one hand to use her speech device.
“In all honesty, the notion that something appears in your bag without your knowledge is rather scary…Regardless, if there is a store that specializes in making these could you please show me? I know my Phantump is very spoiled so he’ll be wanting to eat more of these.”
–[ ϟ ϟ ]– How darn CUTE -! it was always so great seeing the joy on each Pokemon’s face as they ate their snacks. It looked like the Phantump’s trainer was equally as pleased - always a great sign of a developing friendship. She would be a lovely trainer soon, call it instincts , but he had a good feeling.
“Scary -? Hah, now that you mention it , I guess it is pretty weird. I kinda like the idea that there’s people out there just giving things out cause they wanna. The shop that sells some of these is just down the road, they’re doing a promotion, you want me to take you there?”
–[ ϟ ϟ ]–
“P-PETEY! You’ve gotten so big! Come here and give your old pal Spark a hug!”
Funny. She thought, the expression of absolute relief in his face as he sobbed was just too much and just for that she allows herself to relax a little, opening the door wider so the boy could enter her apartment and as well as check where he was pointing at exactly— They really where neighbors, how come she never noticed some like like HIM.
“Good Morning, Spark. Come in.”
She motioned over, moving away from the door. Was it weird to let a stranger suddenly use her bathroom? probably, but he seems like a sincere guy.
“The bathroom is right over there, right door and did
you bring your own toiletries?”
Judith points across the hallway.
–[ ϟ ϟ ]– Somehow in the haze of suffocating in his own stench and mourning the inevitable outcome of the eternal avoidance of future members, he had remember to snag a ziploc bag with a single bar of soap. With a nod, Spark holds it up for his neighbor to see.
“You’re a real nice person you know that! –” still sniffling, but slowly coming to his senses. Looking towards the direction she indicated, nearly immediately his demeanor changes. With a small cheer, he dashes over to the door knowing time was ticking away. From the other side of the door – “Thanks, I owe you one; I’ll make it up to you! That’s a promise!”
☾ ✘ ☽ ———- The elite slightly raises an eyebrow in response, a rather blunt stare taking hold of his features. “I suppose that’s impressive.” A grin comes and goes. “Though I do not find the harassment of creatures to be ‘cool’.”
To be fair, Lucian did happen to find the action quite ‘cool’, though he did not plan on verbalizing such a thought, of course.
–[ ϟ ϟ ]– “H-harassment - !? No way! The first time she did this, she did it on her own, that’s why we became buddies so fast!” The rest of his objections quickly die on the tip of his tongue watching that fleeting grin dash across the other’s face. Oho - so it was like that. With a dramatic lean forward, a sly grin beginsto form; he’ll get Lucian to admit the superiority of this goat even if it takes all day.
Cool, amazing, ASTOUNDING - not just impressive.
“Impressive - ? That’s all? Go ahead, try balancing something on her nose, I guarantee it’ll work!”
♦ ⦕ ☪ ⦖ ━┆LOOK at that smile. he was beaming like he had received the best gift in the entire world. the researcher knew that there are people who thought he was a happy-go-lucky person and some even felt he was unfitted as a team leader. but seeing just how enthusiastic he is about the eggs and how passionate he is with his love for pokemon. no one could say otherwise about his position as a leader.
“ ahah, you seem like you’re having fun. if this goes well, it’d be a valuable addition to my research as well. ” she couldn’t help but smile, reaching into her pocket to pull out a pokeball and calling out her trusted partner. the ninetales immediately jumped out, making a small sound as she attached some of the eggs incubator in straps on the fox pokemon.
“ i’ll let hiro take some too. all 10km ? wow, you really are dedicated. ” the brunette walked over to the other side, already readying her bike and pulling it to see how many she could handle. “ just out of curiosity, spark, what gets you into breeding and hatching ? i mean candela is all about passion and battling, while blanche focuses on logic and knowledge. ”
“ i’m curious as to what get you interested in all these eggs in the first place. ”
–[ ϟ ϟ ]– Digging in his pockets, out comes several poke-puffs. He hands it to Rin, uncertain to how the Ninetales would react to being fed by a stranger. “Thank you, Hiro! I’m sure the babies will remember you too!”
What had gotten him into breeding? Oh well, that was a long story wasn’t it? - Their research, Candela and Blanche’s, were so different yet they all came together to unlock the many secrets of Pokemon. “Wow, not a lot of people ask me that actually,” a small chuckle escapes. “Well, a long time ago I was living on instincts myself day to day. When I finally got some time to slow down, I noticed that we’re all connected through some sort of intuition - but where does it come from? Yeah, what makes us want to live and smile - I wonder? I think I’ll only find the answer if I look at our little friends here and watch their development from birth.”
That reminded him, slowing down , he had to learn that (was still learning that -) and this was one of the rare instances that he remembered. Rin was a researcher too, it was only fair that she could participate and further her own knowledge as well.
“Hey, hey - since you’re helping me an all; you wanna choose a special egg for yourself to monitor for the long term? I know you’ll take care of it and it might help with your own research!”
HC. Spark is the kind of person who would go trick or treating with the kids who don’t have an adult to go with, and the teenagers who are too embarrassed to go on their own. Of course he would be in costume, and likely suffer from an overdose of candy corn later in the night.