Given how easy it was to track down the roving band of Psychics, Caroline was honestly surprised that she didn’t run into her disgruntled brother along the way. When your target has made a name as ‘Dark hunters’, asking the right mon in the right place made all the difference. Now, thanks to a begrudging, but helpful Absol, the Hypno could see one of the group’s outliers settling down beside a campfire.
So far, her plan was working perfectly. All that was left to do was announce herself, get an audience with their leader, and ask him a few questions. If she played her cards right, his answers would be enough to convince Cardinal not to do anything atrocious. That aside, the Researcher couldn’t help but wonder what would drive anyone to hate and massacre an entire type mercilessly. Well, as soon as she stood up, she’d be one step closer to her answer.
"Or, you could go ahead and put your hands behind your head." The sudden voice caught her off guard, but not as much as the wooden stick prodding the back of her skull. Inwardly, she cursed her foolishness. So much attention had been going to the group in front of her that she wasn’t keeping an eye out in the surrounding area.
"Correct. Now, do stand up slowly." The voice continued. Not wanting trouble, Caroline did as she was told, raising her hands to place them behind her head. Standing without them was a bit more of an issue than she’d like to admit, but she managed. Upon turning, she was met with the owner of the wand now pressed lightly against her trunk: a Delphox branded with the Night Eye colors, but no scarring to be seen. Right. Well, she’d been caught. There was step one. Now for step-
"Step two. Speak with our leader, correct?" She frowned as he cut off her line of thought by replying to it. Not that she enjoyed bragging, but she was easily the most talented Psychic she was around on a daily basis, so to have someone so easily invading and reading all of her thoughts was…annoying.
"Correct." She answered aloud, wanting her own voice in the conversation. "I have a few questions I’d like to ask of him."The Delphox seemed to be looking her over, head tilting slightly until the wand was lowered. Consdiering the situation defused, she began to lower her hands, only to place them back on her head when the wand whipped a thin lash of fire inches from her skin.
"You are telling the truth." He seemed puzzled at this. "You came all of this way, purposefully put yourself in danger. . just to ask questions." By this point, the Delphox was shaking his head. She didn’t find it that hard to believe, but he’d begun to chuckle as well. "Alright then. If an audience with Malakai is what you seek, than that is what you will get." Motioning with the wand, he stepped behind her again and replaced the tip on the back of her head.  "Let us hope he is in a good mood tonight." Caroline wasn’t exactly comfortable with his tone.
Still, this was it. She was going to talk with him. Danger be damned, she had questions and she was going to get her answers.

Given how easy it was to track down the roving band of Psychics, Caroline was honestly surprised that she didn’t run into her disgruntled brother along the way. When your target has made a name as ‘Dark hunters’, asking the right mon in the right place made all the difference. Now, thanks to a begrudging, but helpful Absol, the Hypno could see one of the group’s outliers settling down beside a campfire.

So far, her plan was working perfectly. All that was left to do was announce herself, get an audience with their leader, and ask him a few questions. If she played her cards right, his answers would be enough to convince Cardinal not to do anything atrocious. That aside, the Researcher couldn’t help but wonder what would drive anyone to hate and massacre an entire type mercilessly. Well, as soon as she stood up, she’d be one step closer to her answer.

"Or, you could go ahead and put your hands behind your head." The sudden voice caught her off guard, but not as much as the wooden stick prodding the back of her skull. Inwardly, she cursed her foolishness. So much attention had been going to the group in front of her that she wasn’t keeping an eye out in the surrounding area.

"Correct. Now, do stand up slowly." The voice continued. Not wanting trouble, Caroline did as she was told, raising her hands to place them behind her head. Standing without them was a bit more of an issue than she’d like to admit, but she managed. Upon turning, she was met with the owner of the wand now pressed lightly against her trunk: a Delphox branded with the Night Eye colors, but no scarring to be seen. Right. Well, she’d been caught. There was step one. Now for step-

"Step two. Speak with our leader, correct?" She frowned as he cut off her line of thought by replying to it. Not that she enjoyed bragging, but she was easily the most talented Psychic she was around on a daily basis, so to have someone so easily invading and reading all of her thoughts was…annoying.

"Correct." She answered aloud, wanting her own voice in the conversation. "I have a few questions I’d like to ask of him."The Delphox seemed to be looking her over, head tilting slightly until the wand was lowered. Consdiering the situation defused, she began to lower her hands, only to place them back on her head when the wand whipped a thin lash of fire inches from her skin.

"You are telling the truth." He seemed puzzled at this. "You came all of this way, purposefully put yourself in danger. . just to ask questions." By this point, the Delphox was shaking his head. She didn’t find it that hard to believe, but he’d begun to chuckle as well. "Alright then. If an audience with Malakai is what you seek, than that is what you will get." Motioning with the wand, he stepped behind her again and replaced the tip on the back of her head.  "Let us hope he is in a good mood tonight." Caroline wasn’t exactly comfortable with his tone.

Still, this was it. She was going to talk with him. Danger be damned, she had questions and she was going to get her answers.

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Important PSA

mizuki-dm:

sassytrolls:

So,

if I ever:

  • Drop an RP
  • Say ‘yes let’s RP!’ and then quit answering
  • Say I’ll post an open and then don’t
  • Don’t respond to your starter

It’s because I forgot.

It’s because I forgot.

 NEVER FEEL BAD ABOUT REMINDING ME.

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(Source: thefaultinourfantrolls, via askthemistbrigadeandfriends)

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askteamtheta:

Art Supplies Spider. Art Supplider. Artrachni-ehhhhhhh
More traditional art because wow it gets a lot of notes. This one’s all me too. No guides or anything to give credit too.
Whee!

Your attention to detail is kiiiiiiiilling meeeee <3

askteamtheta:

Art Supplies Spider. Art Supplider. Artrachni-ehhhhhhh

More traditional art because wow it gets a lot of notes. This one’s all me too. No guides or anything to give credit too.

Whee!

Your attention to detail is kiiiiiiiilling meeeee <3

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Inspired by catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror at work yesterday.
Alternate titles include: "No sir. I just saw you change that label. You can&#8217;t have it for that price.""No, I don&#8217;t worship Satan.""Yes, I know half of my hair is missing.""No sir, I&#8217;m the only one here. I can&#8217;t get a guy for you to talk to."

Inspired by catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror at work yesterday.

Alternate titles include:
"No sir. I just saw you change that label. You can’t have it for that price."
"No, I don’t worship Satan."
"Yes, I know half of my hair is missing."
"No sir, I’m the only one here. I can’t get a guy for you to talk to."

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Thank you teamdreamersblog for fueling my early morning fluff needs, even though they were all your fault to begin with xP

Thank you teamdreamersblog for fueling my early morning fluff needs, even though they were all your fault to begin with xP

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Taking a few requests

ask-team-syndrophine:

I don’t know what I’ll draw, but reblog with your a team name or NPC you’d like to have drawn. I need this artblock out. I have comics to write.

http://tolucian.tumblr.com/post/98294125188/clearer-image-of-thorn-she-usually-keeps-her

Perhaps Thorn? She doesn’t have to have her mane/hair/stuff braided.

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I just have a lot of feelings about gender and sexuality, okay?

2 days ago 3 notes URL
 


team-fieryspirit:

200 Follower Giveaway Prizes Part 1

The top prize belongs to tolucian, her creepy NPC(?) Alakazam Ophelia being the drawing. I can’t draw skulls! :D I learned that white colored pencils don’t really make for a lighter hue, but it did give it a smoother effect.

The second prize goes to askthemistbrigadeandfriends of her character Celeste. God she’s so fluffy .w. I can’t draw plantigrade feet I’m sorry (also it’s the mod’s birthday so HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOTHFROG :D)

(Sorry for being kind of slow on the prizes guys, I haven’t had a lot of time or motivation the past week. I ended up finishing tolucian’s prize in art class ;w;)

She looks great! Thanks Delta ♡ I love the skull on the other skull’s forehead. XD

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"You have got to be kidding me." The Meowstic couldn&#8217;t help but rub his temples slowly at the quivering Zoroark before him. He would know that shake anywhere and the fact that she&#8217;d somehow managed to stave it off when her new lover was around astonished him. Rose&#8217;s willpower was always something he admired, but this was getting ridiculous. Not wanting to startle her, Hans was sure to kick the wastebin at the door to alert his presence. The reaction was immediate, Rose sitting up in her hospital bed, wide-eyed in panic with the glow of an Incinerate already in the back of her throat.
"Easy girl. It&#8217;s just me." Judging by the change in her expression as she glanced down, he wasn&#8217;t sure if that made her feel any better.
"Hans? What&#8217;re you. . " She was forced to pause, a yawn interrupting her words. "What&#8217;re you doing here so late?" The query went unanswered as he helped himself up onto the edge of her bed, earning himself a low snarl. "Get down." Again unanswered. Only when he reached out a paw that had begun to glow, prompting her to nearly bite it off, did he speak.
"What have you exactly told these people?" Rose was completely taken aback by the anger in his voice. "You refuse to speak of me. You tell Cardinal nothing and now I am to believe you haven&#8217;t even told your supposed lover about your nightmares?" She sank back into the stark white sheets, ears flattening against her head. That gave him all the information he needed. Settling himself down with his legs crossed, he frowned towards her and gestured for an explanation.
"I don&#8217;t want to worry her." She explained after hesitating for a few moments. Her ears flicked forward in annoyance at his responding laugh, only to flatten again as he patted his knee. "No. I-I want you out of my room." The gesture was repeated and, with a heavy sigh, she obliged. The pain of her injuries coupled with the now even more present nightmares had drained most of her will to fight. Glaring up at him, she crawled over and slowly laid her head in his lap. The soft fur covering his form felt nice and cool against her face, already helping deal with part of her apprehension.
"Now, you&#8217;re going to hold still while I help you get some decent rest, alright?" She wasn&#8217;t given a chance to reply before being forced to close her eyes against the bright glow of his ears. Fear crept across her skin as the familiar slither of Psychic energy under her fur sent a vicious shudder through her body.
"H-hans. . " She started, only to be hushed by a soft paw touching her cheek. This wasn&#8217;t the cold, stinging energy that had attacked her. His Psychic was almost liquid in feel, bringing a tingling warmth everywhere it touched. Within moments, she could feel her body become unresponsive, already slipping into the sleep it had been denied.
"I am only aiming your dreams, just as I did before." She had forgotten that his voice got deeper when he concentrated. It was so&#8230; soothing. As he lulled her mind into a more peaceful slumber, the Psychic spent a little extra effort to help dull the remaining pain from her injuries, at least for the night.
Finally secure in what he&#8217;d done, Hans opened his eyes, folding his ears away. A paw ran softly through her hair, noting that her silver roots were beginning to show thanks to the extended stay away from her dyes, though he was sure the extra stress wasn&#8217;t helping. Having seen her at her most dolled up: dyes in all the right places, mane neatly trimmed and brushed, clothing specially made to hug her prominent curves, he had to admit that he preferred this half-asleep, exhausted look on her. With a sigh, he kept his roaming paws limited to her hair.
If there was no way to win her back, he could at least make sure she was treated properly. Even if this meant upsetting a few people, he couldn&#8217;t make himself care.
It was the least he could do.

"You have got to be kidding me." The Meowstic couldn’t help but rub his temples slowly at the quivering Zoroark before him. He would know that shake anywhere and the fact that she’d somehow managed to stave it off when her new lover was around astonished him. Rose’s willpower was always something he admired, but this was getting ridiculous. Not wanting to startle her, Hans was sure to kick the wastebin at the door to alert his presence. The reaction was immediate, Rose sitting up in her hospital bed, wide-eyed in panic with the glow of an Incinerate already in the back of her throat.

"Easy girl. It’s just me." Judging by the change in her expression as she glanced down, he wasn’t sure if that made her feel any better.

"Hans? What’re you. . " She was forced to pause, a yawn interrupting her words. "What’re you doing here so late?" The query went unanswered as he helped himself up onto the edge of her bed, earning himself a low snarl. "Get down." Again unanswered. Only when he reached out a paw that had begun to glow, prompting her to nearly bite it off, did he speak.

"What have you exactly told these people?" Rose was completely taken aback by the anger in his voice. "You refuse to speak of me. You tell Cardinal nothing and now I am to believe you haven’t even told your supposed lover about your nightmares?" She sank back into the stark white sheets, ears flattening against her head. That gave him all the information he needed. Settling himself down with his legs crossed, he frowned towards her and gestured for an explanation.

"I don’t want to worry her." She explained after hesitating for a few moments. Her ears flicked forward in annoyance at his responding laugh, only to flatten again as he patted his knee. "No. I-I want you out of my room." The gesture was repeated and, with a heavy sigh, she obliged. The pain of her injuries coupled with the now even more present nightmares had drained most of her will to fight. Glaring up at him, she crawled over and slowly laid her head in his lap. The soft fur covering his form felt nice and cool against her face, already helping deal with part of her apprehension.

"Now, you’re going to hold still while I help you get some decent rest, alright?" She wasn’t given a chance to reply before being forced to close her eyes against the bright glow of his ears. Fear crept across her skin as the familiar slither of Psychic energy under her fur sent a vicious shudder through her body.

"H-hans. . " She started, only to be hushed by a soft paw touching her cheek. This wasn’t the cold, stinging energy that had attacked her. His Psychic was almost liquid in feel, bringing a tingling warmth everywhere it touched. Within moments, she could feel her body become unresponsive, already slipping into the sleep it had been denied.

"I am only aiming your dreams, just as I did before." She had forgotten that his voice got deeper when he concentrated. It was so… soothing. As he lulled her mind into a more peaceful slumber, the Psychic spent a little extra effort to help dull the remaining pain from her injuries, at least for the night.

Finally secure in what he’d done, Hans opened his eyes, folding his ears away. A paw ran softly through her hair, noting that her silver roots were beginning to show thanks to the extended stay away from her dyes, though he was sure the extra stress wasn’t helping. Having seen her at her most dolled up: dyes in all the right places, mane neatly trimmed and brushed, clothing specially made to hug her prominent curves, he had to admit that he preferred this half-asleep, exhausted look on her. With a sigh, he kept his roaming paws limited to her hair.

If there was no way to win her back, he could at least make sure she was treated properly. Even if this meant upsetting a few people, he couldn’t make himself care.

It was the least he could do.

2 days ago 5 notes URL
 


mcpippypants:

first prize for the contest goes to the lovely valkyryn who requested tolucian ‘s conflicted little babu Cardinal!

SCREAMS TO THE HEAVENS ABOVEHE&#8217;S PERFECTLOOK AT THAT HAIR THAT POUTTHIS FUCKING FEETAHWJFBXKSVBK!!!

mcpippypants:

first prize for the contest goes to the lovely valkyryn who requested tolucian ‘s conflicted little babu Cardinal!

SCREAMS TO THE HEAVENS ABOVE

HE’S PERFECT

LOOK AT THAT HAIR THAT POUT

THIS FUCKING FEET

AHWJFBXKSVBK!!!

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