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t's Sprite. He/it

'm a 20 yr old pokemon trainer born and raised in Unova. I live off route 4 rn.

I'm a professional dead end job haver and part time battle enthusiast. I honestly think people putting their trainer ID in their pinned kind of goes against basic internet safety. and yet.

-This is where I'm gonna put my trainer ID. 'm in the process of getting it renewed rn, get off my ass.

I was previously thatfailedpokemontrainer, but that url's well worn, and I think it's time for a fresh start. If you knew me back then no you didn't and also I'm sorry. Most of what was on my old account was tarousshit anyways- I was lying for fun and attention, and 't caught up to me.

Talk to me immediately if you're into: movies, urbex, sewing, complaining about unova, pokemon battling, scientific theory around pokemon battling, pokemon care, storms and probably more 'm forgetting. Heres my FAQ, based on questions I got from my old blog.

Mutuals pls tag images of flying types I don;t like them.

I got home late, but im updating some of Ozars things...soooo...ill make a update update once im done. But I forgot to make a post here about it...

I know. Rushed. I apologize but I got home late and its going to be a hard 3 days of route work.

For anyone who is here from Sprites old account, almost everything that happened on it has been rewritten or retconned, and is considered Not Canon. The in universe explanation for this is that Sprite was just fucking lying on it the entire time <3. No guarantees I'll respond if you bring up stuff from the old blog, sorry.

Obligatory- I am not Sprite, he is a deeply flawed character, his opinions are not mine, though parts of it's character may draw from real world experiences, please do not assume I agree with it's opinions. This being said, if I've gone too far in character, please let me know, I don't want this blog to upset people.

I am not doing anything other than in universe tumblr posts on this account. I am not really interested in getting involved in story based blogs, Sprite might post about them, but that's it, do not try and involve me in anything without discussing ooc first. Let's stay silly ok?

Sprite is aware of the rotomblr multiverse, and may mention it occasionally, however, will probably leave universe differences undressed when talking to other users, and will probably be doubtful of anyone claiming to be a pokemon, or to own legandaries or similar, if that's not something you want to happen, it's probably best you don't interact, sorry.

I got a lot of bad asks on my old account, I think I wasn't clear enough.

All forms/variations of pelipper mail are off. Do not spam my askbox with the same ask. Do not send me graphic threats. Do not send me suggestive asks. If I've made a suggestive joke in character, that's my business. I don't want suggestive asks. Do not send me transphobic or somehow otherwise bigoted asks. Making fun of Sprites name counts as being transphobic and you are not funny. I'm fucking serious I will block you. Do not send me asks about story-arcs I am not apart of unless I've vagueposted about them ic

Please remember

I am not your therapist, do not use this blog to vent out your actual issues

Pokemon are not real, do not use the answers to questions as advice for caring for animals. Please.

I am an actual person, with a life, and I might not be able to get to your ask due to time issues, fatigue or just not knowing what to say.

@somaisbatman​ I’m glad you asked! A lot of things in sequence, but I’ll set the scene for you.

Earlier in this run, I accepted a quest from the village Elder of Tuwan here to retrieve a special spine fruit which evokes “Harvestry”, a skill that the cult of Tuwan highly values.

(How this particular fruit is more “harvestric” than any other fruit is beyond me.)

While I was about, I ran across a being called “Or” in a cavern somewhere. Or is an alternate version of myself... Or perhaps, I’m an alternate version of Or. It’s a fickle thing— mostly illusory, but given to flights of chaotic fancy when I collapse certain waveforms of reality that differ from the home reality from which it hails.

That is to say, if I were to coin a name for a place or thing that Or wouldn’t, or if I were to share water with someone important, or complete a vital quest...

... Which I did here. Or had opinions about me returning the Harvestric spine fruit, and promptly imploded. From the gap it left in causality, three items from my side-lives spilled forth:

An artifact I have yet to identify, a section of piping full of algae-rich saltwater, and a dreamcrungle.

Then I got dreamcrungled.

Woke up in the body of an electric spider deep underground, forced to either emerge victorious in its struggles or awake fitfully to my own life forever scarred by the trauma of experiencing being stepped on as a bug.