ѕυɴ ѕнowerѕ

Send ♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon.  ( [x] ACCEPTING | CLOSED )

Send † for a RELIGION headcanon.  ( [x] ACCEPTING | CLOSED )

Send † for a RELIGION headcanon.  ( [x] ACCEPTING | CLOSED )

For quite a while, Red’s mother did the mother thing where they try to get you to accept the religion they actively practice. Most of the time, he wouldn’t be paying attention or would escape at any chance he got because it bored him or he didn’t understand it. most of the stories were interesting sure, but he’d always find a “better way” to spend his time, rather than “listening to a bunch of stories that aren’t true”. Eventually, she just gave up on getting him interested.

[RUNS AFTER HIM AND SWATS HIM ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AS SHE PASSED BY, turns and KICKS him on his ass.]

YA DIRTY AND YA NASTY. YER GETTIN’ A BATH.

[groans a lot] 

      “Don’t be such a baby it can’t hurt that much!”

❝ Ya, maybe it would if you would stop touching it-- ❞

He hisses in pain, cutting off his reply and tries to pull away from Green once again.

….

Good. Now, get yer ass outta dis here cave an’ march on with me, I’ll get one of ma pokemon t’ help ya.

A DAY AGO!? AH WAS JUS’ HARDLY COMIN’ UP HERE A DAY AGO. YA SMELL!

Ahou! Yer takin’ a bath– didja wash yer clothes!?

red please get yer ass in a bath.

My muse: Red?? (I HAVE KNOW IDEA WHAT THIS WANTS)

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other 

( all the things B) )

                             ‘ Still better than nothing.                                         I’m gonna guess you’ve never played cards before.                                               Not many people do these days. How boring. ‘

He starts to rummage through his bag, managing to pull out some matches, a small book, and an empty box of mints,with growing confusion as to where that came from each time, before finding the torn up box of cards at the bottom. Turning them over in his had for a second, he tried to remember when he even last used them, and handed them over to the other.

          ‘ A… FIST PLATE? ‘

          does she know what that is? fidgeting           with the fabric of her dress, glancing away.

          ‘ i, uh, i don’t think so? ‘

❝ Nobody really does... ❞

Red tucks the maroon slab under his arm with a disappointed and almost pained sigh. He’s got like 12 of these, and he really doesn’t want them either. But, he feels to guilty to actually sell them off at a pokemart.