#calculatingmalefactor

          ❝I saw you catch that Riolu earlier!                  Good job! ❞

Send a ◉ for my muses reaction to yours sneaking into their bedroom and putting a knife to their throat.

(Shh, babu, it’s ok.  *much love and hair pets*)

She was dreaming.  She was dreaming and it was pleasant for once.  No monsters, no demons, no horrible memories to make her twist and toss and turn and wake up with her heart bulging in her throat.  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d dreamt so nicely.  So why did she have to wake up to this?

It was the mattress shifting that first alerted her to the other’s presence.  It wasn’t an immediate wakefulness, it was slow and groggy because the lull of pleasant dreams still had her under its spell.  Her first thoughts were of innocent explanation for the movement.  Perhaps Togo had shifted beside her, perhaps the fact that her Pokemon had decided to sleep at her side was the cause for such sweet dreams.  The thought made her smile sleepily and her eyelids fluttered open despite her attempt to go back to sleep.  She was safe, after all.  It was just—

Cold.  It was cold and tightly pressed against her throat and what on earth was that?  The unfamiliarity of it forced her brain into further consciousness and she blinked, trying to see in the deep gloom of her bedroom.  It took a moment longer than she would have liked and instantly she regretted her decision to try.

Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach and a strangled, weak little cry escaped her throat— so precariously bared and vulnerable beneath that knife.  Before she even fully registered what was happening, her eyes were brimming with tears and her fingers were curling desperately into the fabric of her assailant’s shirt.  Panicked breaths stole her voice for several seconds and she merely lay there, not-quite-sobbing and trying to force herself out of the void of sound and sight she could feel herself being sucked into.

Send me ‘contact’ for your muses name in my muses phone

The fact that he had the contact information of the Rocket Executive in the first place was baffling, but Interpol had their sources. Besides, it might come to good use in the future.Looker did not know him personally, and therefore the only picture was the one that Interpol had in their register. It was a very simple picture, taken by another undercover agent, but it would be enough for Looker to be able to identify the executive if they ever crossed paths.

( YEEEEEEE /CASUALLY LIKES EVERYTHINGGGGG )

gives u pink morph suit

Battle Theme: RadioactiveBattle intro: Fighting the face in the mirror is something at which I am very adept.Victory: How unsurprising and yet still so disappointing.  You are not worthy.Defeat: How…?  Perhaps it is I who is not worthy.Assist: For the King.Taunt: Let me show you how far beneath me you really are.Reacting to Taunt: There is only one who comes close to intimidating me.  You are not He.Tie: I should have guessed.Perfect Victory: My inner demons have made me stronger than myself.  What hope did you have?