Happy Father's Day!!

no one's offered me a high enough price to do it yet.

fool of a girl.

you act as a child. react as a child. let the world speak to you as a child... and still have the audacity to pout when you're treated as a child? tch.

leave me be, child. i've no more words for you.

you're speaking, but you're not thinking. why would i want fingerless gloves as i handle my weaponry?

function and fashion don't often intersect in my life. the gloves serve their purpose, and nothing more.

don't ask questions you already know the answers to.

ᅠ ᅠ temp pinned !!! #pkmnrp x #mvrp ᅠ ᅠ

'innocent of all charges.' fiction and high fantasy for the soul.

/ @johtoshero.bsky.social Fuck off.

'legendaries'. beasts set upon pedestals by men who'd just as soon worship the sun were there no monsters roaming about. bled, broken and buried just as simply as anything else.

Gestures to make you appear more 'feminine'.

...why is there a civilian tearing apart the game corner?

the hand around your throat. the last breath in your mouth. you can not escape.

the city of ecruteak had gone years, decades, without hearing the sound of these auld bells. chipped, but resonant. loud and echoing. they rang out o'er the trees, the hills. crashed through the reek of ash and rot in the air, turning hearts and minds toward the seat of the mountain. the manor.

i think it's time a baddie won a pokemon regional

oh... it's 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

you're terrible for the brand...

𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙡

civilizing eighty-fivers? how far the mathematics will flow...

#sunday.

Rocket Era!Masayo working at the Game Corner in between assignments.

[ casting her gaze toward the skies. murkrows scattering, as if in fear of a coming storm; a crashing wave. the woman stares, waiting ... and then smiles. ] such ferocity.

fuck mount mortar.

location. the first wall is location. where does one begin when heaven is their ultimate destination? celadon lost. goldenrod ripped out. viridian reclaimed and gentrified - - but what of home? could not hallowed halls house heaven's hunter once more? to ecruteak. to fujibayashi manor.

Death can wait for me.

waiting patiently for her flying taxi to arrive and take her to sunnyshore. thank you, sinnoh, for your hospitality. she won't forget you. even in her next life.

real.

If I lost my grip on reality I would simply get it back?

tamahagene (玉鋼): precious steel used primarily for forging weapons.

lotus that's actually really funny

...The SQUIRTBOTTLE.

harvest, on its own, does not a kigo make. i understand your 'poetry' well enough. i simply don't care for it.

a haiku with no seasonal words?

'mahoxy' in my kanto, johto and sinnoh. mahoxymonday is right there.

i was told i couldn't. i disagreed.

go on.

he's not wrong.

if tradition is the preservation of fire, heresy must be the extolling of ashes.

ehehe~ looking forward to it.

no. your predecessor was.

ten paces from the doorway that lead to the grand maze. its didn't go relaxed, and the tension from its demise pulled all the flavor from the fat, and made it flat and rather lifeless.

one of them was slain on the floor of your gym.

...not my garden, not my flower.

...i'd killed a few gods at 25. more than i can count on one hand, at the least.

they're devastating you. stab one of them to reset the tone.

berserk.