Unova Born

Hey guys, it’s me. I’ve come to a sad decision with this blog : ( 

 I”m gonna shut her down. Sorry to all who loved her. I just don’t feel her muse any longer. I’ll just archive this blog for anyone who needs the threads to keep organized. 

 You can find me on my Green Oak blog or my other Pokemon OC blog. 

“Oh shiit, you did get my nose!” He spoke, quite nasally as he was caught in he grip, baring his teeth. “You don’t know who you’re messin’ with.” His hand maved down before he placed it onto her butt, holding onto that buttcheek like he owned it.

   … “Guess what I got?” 

  That crossed a line. 

  Without hesitation, Folly clenched her free hand into a fist and SOCKED the  guy square in the face. It hurt like hell and she may have sprained her wrist  but it was well worth it. 

Hydreigon: *smacks a house because he’s just so excited and causes extensive property damage*

It was clear he wasn’t getting out of this, but at least she slowed down a bit so he could keep himself balanced. He didn’t know what he would have done if he had actually fallen.

He couldn’t deny that the prospect of having a new friend was always good, though. “My name’s Lucas. And, uh….thanks. For the offer.”

  “That’s a great name,”       Folly took note that he never actually accepted the offer. Perhaps she was just too forward and made him uncomfortable.  This caused her to slow down even more. 

                        “ I’m not sure what you’re talking about. My hair is very stylish and well-kept. I’ve had many people come up to me and compliment it. “

“Whoa-!” Lucas very nearly loses his balance as he’s tugged along. Very nearly; thankfully he doesn’t trip. “Th-That’s okay, I don’t want to be a bother-”

“Too late!” 

@victorybite  // Lyric Starter Call

“I don’t know which way I’m going….”

Here’s a fun headcanon; 

   Folly’s Bagon prefers to stay out of his pokeball. He stays in her backpack so he can feel like he’s flying and seeing the world. Unfortunately, he’s also just a baby and a mischievous one at that so he wriggles out of her bag and wanders off to do stupid things. (kinda like nebby)

   Out of every language, French proved to trip up Folly the most. Maybe it was her Unovan heritage and their lack of rolling r’s that did it, but she just couldn’t get the words to come out of her mouth right. 

 She was DETERMINED nonetheless. 

 “Pardon, Monsieur,” She tapped a rather tall looking person.        “Alors...  Pouvez-vous m'aider, S’il vous plait?”

“Most would, but i’m also fascinated by rock-types too. My team is full of them. Many people believe they’re not powerful, but my team tends to prove them wrong.” 

With a flick of his wrist, Steven summons out his Tyrantrum; a shining blue fossil that stood tall and proud- at first, then they began nudging and nuzzling Steven right after. “See? Do you want a closer look?” 

  Steven didn’t need to ask her twice! Already Folly had darted up to the dinosaur and placed her hands against their tough skin. Absolutely stunning! A proud example of what a dragon type was. 

“Because they are unbelievably powerful. If it’s dragons you want, I can show you my Tyrantrum. They’re rock and dragon type though, so i’m not sure if that’s what you’re looking for.”