#empurror

Character belongs to Empurror!

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Small doodle of the lovely Christmas Roy, who is @empurror‘s character!!

Broken?

It was almost like slow motion as she watched the bowl slip out of his hand and hit the floor, after doing a couple spins in the air. What a dumbass. Ok sure, maybe she’d done it plenty of times before herself, and well it was pretty hypocritical of her to get on their case for it, but at this point the prehistoric pokemon was ready to take any excuse to yell at the guy. It wasn’t as mean as she’d intended, but the volume was clearly their-- over time she’d seemed to be growing soft for some reason… It was harder to stay mad. Now it was just… annoyance? Tolerance? Something like that. Either way she wasn’t happy about the shattered dish, and that alone gave her an excuse to bellow out “Watch what ur doin’ yeah damn clutz.” Somehow.. thats all she could manage to spit out, she almost felt bad… It was sort of the same way she felt when she rose her voice at Tybalt, she didn’t really like to but at times it was a reflex, because well.. he was her friend. But. this guy… this. damn noodle wasn’t her friend. for some reason… there really wasn’t a reason why anymore. All the reasons she’d had before weren't very good to begin with, but her hard headed stubbornness just wouldn’t let her accept him, despite… all of what he’d done for her, and put up with. She just couldn’t call him a fRIEND. NO…..?

Galahad (althought it never says his name) belings to @Zhoid

Crush.

The montine was amazing, the view breath taking, and dangerous-- but yet, no matter how much the Rufflet would stand and stare off into the sunset, the only thing taking her breath away was that damn fucking knife bird she’d been staying with. It was stupid, all of it. she was a grown adult and yet she she couldn’t help but get butterflies every time she thought of… him. She couldn’t so much as figure out why he’d been letting her stay over-- he was an asshole, rude, harsh and judgmental, everything she’d primarily hate in a person… but yet, he seemed to be getting… nicer? every time she’d visit? For the life of her, she just couldn’t put her finger on it… but no matter the reason, it was making the small birds heart race. This was stupid. so gOD DAMN stupid. She was filthy, beat up, and definitely not ideal for obvious reasons, but somehow she couldn’t help but feel hopeful… hopeful…..noo no. no hopeful of what, there wasn’t anything to be hopeful for. but what if…. DING DING.. her train of thought was cut off and her attention was turned to her phone… finally… a distraction, something to take her mind off that wretched bird. Although it was almost as if on cue, as she flipped on her phone with her dirt covered hands, there sat a small notification waiting for her. “[1 new message from, Ferro:] “Are you staying next week…[Slide to continue]”.

Ferro belongs to, @Zhoid

Dinner

She rested her face on her hand, watching the Sylveon examine his food. They’d only been living together about a week by now, and every minute of it was borderline hell, for her at least. The rabbit only made so much money, just enough to get by and live semi-comfortably and not need a second job, although thinking about it the extra savings would be nice. She’d made Ramen, cheap, minute made ramen. Honestly it wasn’t so, she’d cut up some carrots and celery and plop it in, let it sit and soften and bam! nice vegetarian meal, but the dog didn’t seem quite as satisfied. It was almost annoying watching him poke at it, borderline insulting-- he wanted food and she made it, now eat it. That's what she wanted to say to him, but for some reason she was more interested in watching him play with it and figure it out himself, besides, it was more entertaining than the 10 channels she had on her shitty box tv anyway. Once he did pick up his fork, she gave up on watching for a couple seconds to take a bite of of her own meal. The way she ate her own noodles seemed to catch his attention, she peeked open an eye to see him slooowly trying to copy her, his eyes lighting up once the noodles made contact with his mouth. She couldn’t help but snicker once she put down her own bowl, god this kid was dumb.

Jamie belongs to @empurror

Rise and Shine

The room was dark, despite the small beams of morning light creeping in through the curtains. It was what… 8am? Honestly, the Quilava was surprised he could so much as wake up that early. Despite the darkness it was pretty was to make out what was around him, his sunglasses were off, although the pounding headache pounding hard at the back of his head and ears was making it hard to keep his eyes open… What had happened last night? It was rare he’d go out drinking, although that seemed to be the only logical explanation at the moment. After putting himself together a bit, he decided that he had been drunk, it was the only logical explanation, and well that would explain the Leafeon soundly sleeping on top of him-- He froze. Why. why was this gross piece of shit on top of him. Sure his judgment was impaired when he drinks but was it really THAT impaired? Though… the guy didn’t seem overly above drugging someone… No Emilio was smarter than that… was he? Well no matter what might of happened he was going to rosed the damn plant to a crisp. Once he… gets the fucker off of him. and out of his god damn.. house. But... Fuck….. he looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping….