#mystymuses

fuuuuck I didn’t even consider how pissed Lugia would be with Manaphy going KO

(Oh it’s not about manaphy, He’s got his own little prince of the sea that he knows, He’s just considering a whale spewing BULLSHIT about humans AND zygarde who he considers close family so he’s just

Hey, you. Yes, you. Send me anons. Make it about whatever you want. Just send one.

     “I was referring to the Titan Forme, thank you.”

(continued from here)

“Leon? Huh???” She pauses as she looks at him. He was so much OLDER! And he looks a lot cuter. Oh my, watch who you make fun of in middle school–they might grow up to be HOT.

“Long time no see. I can’t believe you came all this way to see little me~”

These ten years indeed had a large effect on him, however in his case, more than the others would think. Once Leon turned around, she now saw the major changes on his face, more particularly, his one hazel brown eye became permanently fading yellow.

“… I’d be lying if I said no.” Alm says after a moment’s pause to think on the question, his gaze rising from the ground to Faye— did he look down without realizing?

“Ram’s home, it will always be home to me… no matter what.” Titles, accomplishments, feats and even… his true family; in the face of what he lived and experienced in Ram, none of what he had learned of himself would ever take that away from him. Even if he now felt a stranger, like he had no right to call it his home village— he wasn’t even Zofian, but…

“Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m doing what I’m meant to do— I know that with the path I walk, I will never be able to just… go back and live there. But that just… it just makes me miss it all the more.”

His expression, serious and severe, turns a little lighthearted after a moment’s pause. “I’ll never forget it… and all of our misadventures when we were kids. Sometimes I… wish things could go back to just being that simple. To our biggest problems being that Gray fell into the creek and we all had to wade into the water to help him get out. Or that we broke some of the fences again…”

    ... did Xerosic use his desk again? 

    He takes a dustpan and carefully sweeps all that mess off his desk, grimacing at all the grit left on the keyboard embedded in the wood. He’ll have to do a more through cleaning later. 

      The intended treat is, unceremoniously, dumped into the trash bin.