#blaschoice

28/11/2022

As of the moment, the callout doc is temporarily unavailable due to google pinging it as “potentially violating terms of service” and is under review. However, regardless of the outcome, I will find a way to make it available for everyone to read.

If the google doc link doesn’t work, you can find it here

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For just over a year now, Ziro/Kign Typo/Jules (otherwise known as @blaschoice, or @champgreen and a list of other blogs in various communities on tumblr) has been fabricating a story about the details of the friendship he and myself had in 2020/2021, to cover the sexual harassment he had subjected me to throughout that time. This has included, but not been limited to, approaching friends of mine with the sole intent of talking about me, vagueposting on his blog about someone “spreading lies” or a “manipulator with her web of lies”.

It has also recently come to my attention that there have been others in the pokemon rpc who he has harassed in a similar manner, and with all of these behaviours persisting, it is not fair on myself or other victims of his to stay silent any longer.

@blaschoice​ asked: Haha what if I added Cid Raines to this blog haha. Jk jk. Unless 👀

Also he’s a cool resilient guy. He’s waded through some murk on this little website and didn’t let it ruin the hobby for him. That’s a talent in its own right.

          “Popular, am I?” He wasn’t sure that was the word he’d use. In fact, the statement left him slightly confused. He was doing his duty serving Corrin, wasn’t he? And he certainly wasn’t the only one Corrin attempted to get to know through tea time either. 

He felt Saizo would be more than aware of that fact, at least. 

@blaschoice​ said: 

"Rufus whose side ya on here???"

blaschoice asked: And here is 17 showing a picture of her kissing the brute with a sinister grin, "Well well well I knew it."

@blaschoice​ asked: fear

Growing up in Galar means that Leon’s become rather desensitised to the violent intensity of their battle atmosphere. While the Stadiums do the best they can to ensure the safety of all participants, the reality is that very few people manage to walk away from the pitch completely unscathed. Leon himself carries a scar on his shin from where the pitch had split apart and a piece of it had sliced him deep - but that’s the kind of thing you just learn to accept in Galar.

So, with all that said, Leon can’t remember a time he actually felt fear in a competitive situation. There’s very little that could happen (outside of being directly attacked by the pokemon) that he hasn’t faced before, and so he manages to stay calm even in the midst of the most destructive battles. His fights with Raihan frequently end up with all sorts of explosions, earthquakes, and all sorts of dramatic weather catastrophes, but the prevailing emotion there has always been excitement.

she blinked, staring at the new door staring her right in the face. her hair blew with the wind when green slammed it, and psyduck, unwanting to see what came next, had poked his pokeball on misty’s hip and gone back inside. 

she had a hundred things to say that came to the forefront of her mind: jerk, asshole, that was so uncalled for, why are you still so hot? what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be in viridian? -- but instead of voicing any of them, she turned where she stood just in time to see green waving as he walked away. with a perturbed frown, misty charged after him, hand on her hip and the words just fell out of her mouth along with her temper before she could stop them. “ you know-- you really got some nerve! slamming a door like that right in my face! .. rude! ” she crossed her arms, and looked away from him. was their a vein in her forehead ready to pop? she was sure there was.

she should've turned and made for cerulean right then and there, but for some reason her feet kept pace beside him and she kept moving forwards. she sighed and rolled her eyes, dropping her arms after a few long and silent moments as they walked. with the basket still tucked in her arm, misty slid it down and held it out between them, almost like a peace offering.

 “ look, i know you and i always haven’t gotten along, but i have all this food for lunch, and i’d rather not let it go to waste. ” she’d been looking down apologetically. “ i’m sorry, that was rude of me back there too. ”