#fairydreadnaught

[ ⚡⚡ ] :: Chicken?  Of course, there was nothing wrong with being a chicken in the literal sense of the word —— their fighting spirits were admirable —— but this instance was clearly meant as an insult.  He glared, crest bristling as electricity danced along his form.  ❛❛ Hey, don’t just avoid the question-! ❜❜ he started, but relented in his aggression for a moment as the butterfly’s words registered.  Pink THING?  Black CHICKEN...and a  RINGLEADER...

‘Daddy thinks our arceus was trying to create a Tapu too..'

// Maybe Dorothea from Sirius the Jaeger or Astaroth from Makai Ouji, for females? Not sure what you’re trying to go for

[ ⚡⚡ ] :: Astaroth is PERFECT for FINI by the gods-

❛❛ Hey there.  What are you? ❜❜

See into my muses past! Send 🔮 and I will write a drabble of a memory that your muse gets to see into.

trigger warnings: buried alive mention, death mention

It was dark and hard to breath. He was suffocating as he was clawing his way up and out of the pile of dirt above him. How he escaped, he can’t remember, he barely understood how he even got there. All he knows was that he was dying and he needed to escape, but...

Eyes looked up at the night sky, lost in the world. What was the last thing he remembered? He was dragged in by the neck. Choking. Barely able to breath. He was punished, the excruciating pain he went through was something his body ached from. His face must be a mess right now, his bones were most likely sore from being broken, he must look filthy after clawing through so much dirt...

                                                      Wait.

He looked down, looking at his hands and body. He was naked, stripped of his clothes, after all a dead person didn’t need them. But that wasn’t the problem. He was unscathed. Perfectly healed, as if he had never broken a single bone in his body. A hand clenched and unclenched as he stared at it for so long. His body was fine. No pain. Nothing.

So. Did I not die? I was thrown out. Rocket abandoned me. I guess that means I can go away and live a normal life.

A vision of a peaceful life, a life before Rocket. Just some kid who stayed at pokecenters and lived off the pity of others. No. He was a grown man now. That cute trick won’t work anymore. With no job and knowing that Team Rocket had eyes everywhere. It was no use in hiding. He’d be dragged in again for questions. How he escaped this time. How he survived death. Even if he changed his name again, even if he got plastic surgery...Rocket would find him. It was best to turn himself in. Maybe they’ll let him off easy. With just a warning...

I scream, You scream, We all scream for Icecream || Open

Masque of the Raspberry Sorbet: a fear/horror headcanon (alt: a costume(s)/facade(s) headcanon).

M fears little and not many things horrify him, after all he’s been a test dummy for seeing the extent of his own immortality. He’s witness many things not many other people should see, and these images haunt him to this day. Like Deadpool and Twice, M has a sense of voices in his head that question everything he does. There is a paranoia and insecurity that he isn’t who he says he is...to all of which he smiles and pretends that he knows. That he’s “M, like the letter ya know?” Just fake it ‘til you make it, after all...he has all the time in the world to figure that out. So he’ll just play this role of M, for now.

Wildberry Chocolate Chunk: a social life headcanon.

Taking a look at M’s phone is like looking at organized chaos. His calendar is color coded, but filled up with things that it’s almost overwhelming. And his contact list is full of people that he’s come across that you’d have to ask him who is who since there are so many people with the same name that only M can tell them apart.

“Oh? Haven’t you heard?”

Fia turns around and stamps his heels riiight on either side of M’s head.

“It’s national bully a rocket day.”

         : [ 🐟 ] : – Shit. M just needs to calm down a bit from being taken by surprise.

                                “Well, at least it’s not national M is a chair day. So...”

                He turned his head to press the lip of his mask to the other’s heel. If he didn’t have his mask, well he’d probably bite it...but alas, he didn’t plan on any of this today.

        : [ 🐟 ] : – And there goes M, he topples over as Fia sits on top of him. M is defeated, he can’t get up. Oh the struggles.

“Oh. What a shame. Time for a burial at sea then.”

He’s hauling M out to the ocean by a leg.

        : [ 🐟 ] : – “Oi oi oi! It’s a joke Fia! A joke!”