I go by he/him pronouns, I'm 19, queer and proud of that, and currently majoring in ecology at Nimbasa University, in my sophomore year.
I've previously completed the unovan league challenge, minus the elite four. FINALLY BEAT THEM!! full completion of the league challenge, champion-ranked, in the hall of fame!! still kinda wild
I still battle casually though, so if you wanna try me, be my guest.
currently with me I have:
- Oli, samurott, he/him
- Dusky, purrloin, he/him
- Fenrir, growlithe, she/her
back home is:
- Zapdos, ampharos, she/her
- Melvin, lucario, he/him
- Sweetpea, espeon, he/him
I DID RETAKE IT here's my trainer card:
(ooc below the cut)
WE'RE BACKKKKK
Call me Luna, they/them, I also run @nacrenecitygardening and @darktypeofthemoon, my ooc stuff is at @completelylusingitagain!
Pelipper/musharna mail + variants/mystery gift are: on
Magic anons/union circle are: off
Ic blocked accounts: @/updcop, @/ladyzee-oddityhunter
Muse and mod are both adults, there will be occasional suggestive themes, however no explicitly shown NSFW.
Anyone can interact, at my discretion.
Character ref sheets: Lus, Jaxs, Nick.
The tag #lus's biology rambles is when he talks about pokemon and nature facts pulling from his knowledge as an ecology major
Something weird has been going on... things other characters can see, but Lus can't seem to, (#you can see this; he cannot)
individuals with unknown motives.. one more direct than the ( other ). one's #peeking over and the other still seems #across the veil, what they're here to do remains to be seen.
I want to state it clearly:
This blog is high stakes. It is a psychological meta horror blog.
Featuring, but limited to: Altered perception of reality, unreality, paranoia, unnerving imagery, stalking, infection, injury, and (as of 19/8/25) major character death.
There are smaller themes of: Trauma, PTSD, grief, gore, body horror, pokemon harm, and alcohol abuse.
There will be heavy elements of unreality, there will be fourth-wall breaks by certain characters and alludes to this being a work of fiction.
Everything will be tagged and marked accordingly, but if you can't handle that, then perhaps it's better if you steer clear.
That said, his normal day-to-day is largely uneventful and will not hold most of the horror of this story.
Let's all just enjoy our stay, yeah?
(I put alot of effort into that animation so I saved the loop as a gif)
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I’ve spoken to a lot of people behind close doors and we have all come to a realization: PKMN IRL as a community isn’t the greatest at sending engaging anons,,,
A lot of anons tend to get off track from what the blog runner is trying to do or will send completely unrelated anons during a plot moment on someones blog which can be incredibly frustrating for the blog runner.
So, I’ve decided to compile a little “guide” to help.
Look over the recent posts of a blog to see if they’re doing anything that could be considered plot relevant before sending an anon. Are they vague posting about something? Did they cut off a tangent too short? Did they mention they have stories to share if anyone wants them? Did they say something off or slightly concerning? ASK ABOUT IT! Ask them to elaborate! Ask for more detail!
Try and keep asks on task if a plot hook/point is currently happening. It is incredibly discouraging for a blog runner to see the notif for an anon only to open it and it have nothing to do with what they are currently trying to reveal/be engaged with. Do not latch onto a bit like your life depends on it because you are most likely just tiring out the blog runner who just wants to share interesting character/story info. Bits have a time and a place.
Don’t have a character that would realistically send that anon? Then don’t send it as that character, send it as yourself. The blog runner and character will not know the difference. This also has an added benefit of baiting a character into talking about something you know your character can then interact with. Anons are great for interaction in more ways than just asks.
Worried someone already sent the ask you’re about to send? SEND IT ANYWAYS! A blog runner would much prefer two of asks of generally the same question than zero asks! And it shows that people care enough to ask that question twice! It gives the blog runner something to think about when writing!
Don’t have any idea of what anon to send without an ask game? SEND THE SUPER “BASIC” ONES! I promise you that very basic questions like “how do feel about this”, “why do you say that”, “you mentioned [this], can you elaborate more” ARE LOVED BY BLOG RUNNERS!!! So much can be understood about a character’s mental state or attitude depending on how they choose to answer these questions. They’re “basic” and “overused” because they are really good questions to ask!
Try and engage critically with a character! Remember! This is an RP community! We are playing these characters as if they are real so you need to treat them like people! For example: Telling a very clearly mentally ill character that their thought process isn’t healthy and that they should just go to therapy isn’t the most helpful anon and it especially isn’t when that seems to be all the blog runner gets when they’re character gets like that. A good way to try and engage critically is to ask similar questions as above such as “why do you think that” along with some others like “can you walk me through your thought process”, “do you know when you started acting/thinking like this”, etc.
IC Hate Anons. These anons are fun and good! They can be very useful for story telling and showing off certain aspects of a character! They can also be super draining especially when that seems to be all that a character gets when trying to do plot hooks/points. It can make a blog runner’s motivation wane and deplete when all it ever seems like is that anons want to use their character as a punching bag. A good way to negate this is if you send an IC hate anon is to quickly follow it up with an anon that’s trying to engage critically and is asking questions and treating the character as a person. This allows for a blog runner to have choices on whether they want their character to be a punching bag right now and get beat down or would rather follow the anons line of questioning.
Ask games. I know I’m beating a dead horse here but SEND AN ASK TO THE PERSON YOU ARE REBLOGGING FROM. The blog runner will see you reblogging it from them and be waiting for an ask to come in and then it never does. Send an ask. They are literally pre-written most of the time. Okay that’s all I have to say here. 👍
Make sure the anon has some sort of substance. Even when sending anons outside of plot periods make sure the anon has something the character and blog runner can actually feasibly answer. One word anons that are just “yeah” or “okay” are incredibly difficult to respond to. So is randomly being sent quotes or things that just generally have nothing to do with the blog or pokemon in general. People have an easier time when being sent asks about their character’s pokemon, family, friends, most recent stupid post, etc. I have about 40 anons rotting in my inbox for @/espers-n-espurrs because they have nothing to respond to. And this isn’t to say silly/dumb anons shouldn’t be a thing. They should be but they should also be something someone could reasonably reply with besides just replying with “why the fuck did you send me this”.
In all, remember you are not only engaging with a character and their story but you are also engaging with a blog runner. You may never know their name or have a one on one conversation with them but the asks you send their characters do have an effect on the blog runner.
Show that you are engaging with their character, show that you care about the story they are trying to tell.
Reblogs are important for interaction but in my mind asks are the backbone of this community. A good ask and a good response allows for a good chance for others to be able to interact with the response IC.
But yeah, remember, the blog runner is still there behind that screen, you are still interacting with them when you interact with their character. Give them something to work with when you send an ask.
Because to me, it looks like theyre your toys you play with so roughly until they snap. How can anyone trust you wont just break them so you can throw them away?
[ Ask deleted. ]
( "Ain't even worth my time. You're just ridiculous." )
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yeah. It finally got around to telling us.
Its right about Silas but you *KNOW* the reason its telling you all is to get you alone, right?
It's telling you the worst things about everyone, including yourself.
Its like an abusive partner or relative isolating you so you dont have anyone else but it.
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Heart still pounding in his ears, he kept on running, not paying attention to where, that didn't matter, until he couldn't anymore.
Chest heaving, he nearly collapsed against the nearest wall, trying desperately to catch his breath.
He stared wide-eyed at the floor while his heart raced, panic still ebbing in his body.
Fuck he was shaking, what was said playing over and over in his head, boiling in that fear and burning anger. He couldn't keep his hands still, his mind was a torrent until it all boiled over and in a single moment of emotion he slammed his fist into the wall with a shout, recoiling from the spike of pain.
Clenching his jaw, he buried his forehead in his palm and dropped his head against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut and sighing.
He muttered under his breath, "The little boy running away from.. hch." before cutting himself off with a scowl.
His limbs were still buzzing with frustration, indignation, the feeling in his chest building to rage. He kept his eyes shut, his hand squeezing into a fist. "That motherfucker. Who does he think he is?"
It wasn't fair.
It hurt.
Pushing off the wall with an aggravated sound, he threw his arms to the side and dug his heel into the floor, pacing back and forth while emotions churned. "He has never respected me, not a day in his damn life! Always just the bratty kid, never anythin' else!"
He didn't give a shit how loud he was being, his breath picking up. "No matter what I fuckin' do– it's. I'm just that selfish, whiny, childish bastard!"
Gripping his hands in his hair, he clenched his teeth. "Is that all I fuckin' am to him?!"
Even after everything they'd been through. It didn't matter, apparently. Throwing his arms out, he ranted loudly at the empty room. The indignation of it, a slight bit of fear, it burned inside him until it hurt.
"Just that whiny kid, just an asshole, never a man, never an equal. He thinks he's so fuckin' above me that he can just— treat me like I don't mean shit." His hands were shaking, and he balled them into fists.
"He- what, does he think he's my fuckin' dad?"
His throat choked up, a chill sent over him. Arc he hated that thought. It was— "Fuckin', terrifying." He shook his head with a half laugh, more nervous and indignant than anything. "He's already terrifying."
A drop.
His hairs standing on end.
Eyes on his back, he felt it.
And he stopped moving.
Of course it was here. Why wouldn't it be?
He didn't turn around, and stood there, waiting, for whatever it would do.
As it got closer, and closer.
He waited.
And waited.
He just heard its breathing, but nothing else.
After long enough, the emotion bubbling inside him, and fists shaking, he cracked.
With a broken, angry noise, he whirled around and threw his arms in frustration, staring at the space that wasn't empty. "Why?! Why does he do this?! It's not fair!"
Breathing heavily, he looked back and forth across what shouldn't be there, before scrunching his eyes shut and turning away with an aggravated groan.
He buried his hand in his hair. It wasn't. It wasn't fair.
"Who said it was ever fair?"
That awful whisper in its smiling, sing-songy voice echoed from the room, or inside his head.
Squeezing his eyes shut again, he run a hand across his face. He shouldn't respond to it, fuck knows he shouldn't.
But the anger and hurt inside him won out, and his voice cracked. "It's never been fair with him. Not since the day I met him."
He threw his hands out infront of him, that indignity gripping him again. "It's like I'm just- no matter what I'm just- this perpetual moody child in his brain! Just to judge and talk down to!" Arc it was infuriating and it hurt.
He just groaned.
And the jeering sent a chill up his spine.
"And you do so well at acting like it."
Instinctively he ducked his head, grimacing. The damn mockery. It bit at him, while that anger still burned.
Turning around, he gestured wildly with his hands. "He– he treats me like I'm some bratty middleschooler! When I'm nearly twenty fuckin' years old! For fuck's sake— he never sees that!"
It was perched just behind his shoulder, and he hated the feeling. And hated the sneer even more.
"Insisting you're so mature. Then what's this tantrum?"
He turned sharply to snap, "IT'S NOT A—", before biting his tongue to cut himself off. That would be a stupid mistake.
"Whatever!" Throwing his hands in the air he went back to pacing, the only outlet for the burning energy in his veins. His heart was pounding, breathing almost ragged.
By now he was almost shouting. "He thinks he knows fuckin' everything, don't he?! And every damn thing turns into a fuckin' lecture! Thinks he's all high and mighty!" He was still shaking, not just from the anger, but the memory of the screaming, cornered against the wall and berated— it was awful.
He saw it smiling.
"He thinks you're just useless, entitled, and weak."
"What a hypocrite."
He growled in frustration. Fucking hypocrite was right. "He says over and fuckin' over again how much he cares about me, but that's not fuckin' true. If he did, he wouldn'tve— It's just empty shit!"
Ranting into the empty air, it was almost more of a cry. He was pacing move aggressively, every movement more forceful, the anger fuming inside him. That fucker, that lying cunt. "He says SO MUCH SHIT! Just runnin' his arcdamn mouth! On and on, all entitled and concerned, and then he doesn't do jack or shit!"
He looked a bit to the side, and saw the dark and brightness swirling at the edges of the shadow—it hadn't moved from behind him, leaning down with its head twisted at an odd angle.
"He doesn't care. He's just an angry idiot spouting nonsense."
Scowling, he dropped his eyes to the floor, away from it. "But apparently I'm just a selfish brat."
"You're nothing but a burden to him. Just a whiny little irritation.
"He might lie, but you know it's true."
And he felt it, the pressure of its stare just over his shoulder, burning into his flesh. And everything Silas had said, screamed in his face—
He stomped into the room with heavy footsteps, his heart pounding, breathing ragged and burning, shaking. That fury in his heart, that hurt little bleeding wound, it stung like a bitch. "THAT MOTHERFUCKER!"
"Why does he think he gets to have all this fuckin' power?! Say all this fuckin' taurosshit?! Judge every choice I've ever made and throw it screamin' back in my face!?" He was screaming himself at this point, fuming and gesturing wildly.
"That fucker- he apparently thinks he's my fuckin' father but doesn't even have the smallest fuckin' bit of respect! He doesn't even treat me like a man—"
He was cut off by laughter.
Loud, horrible laughter.
Ringing in his ears, completely overwhelming the room.
His heart caught in his throat. And, he dared look behind him.
To see it practically doubled over, head thrown back in sheer hysteria. Like there was some fucked up joke he wasn't getting.
That thing's awful eyes looked down at him, piercing into his soul. It was grinning, with too-human teeth.
"Oh how ridiculous."
It moved, to be horribly, uncomfortably close. Contorted around him to bend its mouth, it hissed into his ear.
"Don't kid yourself."
"I thought you were supposed to be smart."
He felt it grin wider, uncomfortably so, and could hear its soft chuckling.
"A man? You're not a man."
An awful shiver went up his spine, he could hardly breathe, he couldn't move. As it whispered a few simple words, directly into his mind, his whole body seized, and his heart dropped.
"You're just a scared little girl."
And just like that, all the anger, all that fury, all the fight he had inside him.
Was snuffed out in a single moment.
He couldn't move, there was nothing in him too, he could only stare at the floor, his arms fallen to his sides.
While he felt it smile, in some sick satisfaction.
And it was gone.
And he was alone.
His breath quickened, and his eyes burned, and he couldn't help it, he couldn't control it, a sob tearing from his throat. Boys don't cry. He cried.
Crumbling to the ground, curling up on his knees, he buried himself in his hands, and just sobbed.
