May 5, 2021
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—Catch Me if You Can, Pokémon the First Movie —Cyclone by Dub Pistols —Image of the Invisible, Thrice —Cherry Bomb, the Runaways —Mt. Moon, Pokémon RBY
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Playlist!
—Catch Me if You Can, Pokémon the First Movie —Cyclone by Dub Pistols —Image of the Invisible, Thrice —Cherry Bomb, the Runaways —Mt. Moon, Pokémon RBY
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What are your favourite genres of threads? Fluff? Angst? Etc
(I love a good action thread with a partner who’s in it for the right reasons—to have fun, and not simply to see who can come out on top, which is not a game anyone typically wins.)
Does your muse complain about things to you? If so, what?
(This Kitten is very relaxed! My other one at jewelofnihilum can get fussy if I don’t RP with her often enough. Summer’s fine, she’s always got other things to work on if I can’t write with her for a while.)
Naive
Send me one of the following Pokemon Natures and I will write either a drabble, trivia or a headcanon for my muse!
(Kitten comes off as being fairly naïve, because of her general peppiness and sense of optimism, but all of that has come at a cost that prevents her to be naïve about basically anything.)
Do you have a favorite article of clothing?
She reaches up and touches an old, chipped pink stone wrapped in silver wire and hanging from a chain necklace around her neck. It doesn’t look like any other kind of Pokémon relic out there, so it might be just a common rock.
“I’ve always had this. I’ve thought about selling it, to make some money for food and stuff, but every time I try, Houndoom gets upset. I guess he’s an aficionado of bad jewelry... or he wants me to have something that’s only mine, something that I don’t have to share with anyone else.”
What was your childhood like?
“Pretty lonely, until Houndour and I found each other. No one wants a little girl who makes lights go out and tea get cold, am I right?”
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It was late, it always was when Willow traveled. The trainer had been parading around the streets with their entire team out. Dancing around with the Pokémon they loved more than life itself as they made their way to the dingy motel they'd been staying at. But once Willow had turned a corner, they crashed into someone. Spilling the half-way full iced coffee they'd been drinking all over the poor man, and themself.
Hurriedly, Willow pulled a rag and some water from their bag,"I can clean that up, s-sorry," they apologized again," I didn't think anyone would be out this late." Their brows furrowed with worry as they reached out to clean the man's shirt.
The seemingly friendly attitude that replaced anger did nothing to quell Willow's nervousness, they'd seen it before on their father far too many times. In these situations friendly was rarely a good sign. Outright anger would've been far safer.
Sensing their trainer's distress, Willow's team of Pokémon watched from behind their trainer, save for the ever curious Sylveon at Willow's side. The creature leaned in, giving the Delcatty an inquisitive sniff.
Have you ever been in love?
“No. I don’t really have a life where I can fall in love.”
When was the last time you cried?
“I was in Olivine City, just—” She waves her hand vaguely, not really caring in this case if anyone buys her lie. “—visiting, on holiday. I found a subterranean floor beneath the lighthouse there, and there were several Elekids and Magnemites being held against their will and used for their electricity, to keep the beacon lit.”
“The way they were being forced into a state of constant Discharge and Thundershock was...” She trails off, staring at her shoes, looking immensely pained at the memory. “I don’t want to talk about it.”