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[dagdasgodslayer]

@downtrain || continued

[No matter how you spun it, Nanashi's in-progress misdemeanor wasn't a big deal -- definitely not enough to warrant a call to the authorities. So when one of the subway bosses caught him in the act, he wasn't worried; in fact, he was frustrated. Not only had he been unable to finish his spray-painting, but this guy was making a huge fuss about it, which made no sense. This train wasn't even in service! What was the problem?]

[Emmet's "threat" to call the authorities earned an eyeroll and an exasperated sigh from the teen. Would they even respond to such an inconsequential call?]

❝ Really? You're gonna call the cops over this? I'm clearly not the first guy to vandalize this thing... ❞ [Nanashi widely gestured to the other spray paintings, so prevalent that they completely coated the train's exterior.] ❝ ...and clearly, you don't care enough to clean it. I don't think there's a problem here, and neither will the cops. ❞

❝ I think I've made my case. Are we done here? ❞

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@pumpkinhcad || plotted starter

[Nanashi slammed the door of the cop car, throwing a glare at the officer who had "kindly" dropped him off by his house ( after a lengthy lecture ). The officer ignored him and promptly drove off, to which Nanashi huffed and crossed his arms.]

[How was he meant to prevent the world's annihilation if the cops busted him whenever he tried to investigate that Doomsday cult? He was so close to connecting the dots -- he was almost positive that they would be the ones to usher in the apocalypse! But it was borderline impossible to interfere with all of these stupid, out of his control obstacles. He'd have to figure out something...maybe he could disguise himself next time?]

[As he fumed and schemed, he suddenly felt a presence; his newly-developed neuroticism kept his senses sharp, so it was easy to feel the eyes locked on him. Nanashi discreetly glanced over, careful not to show that he was looking, and spotted a pair of demonic eyes. Pitch black, white pupils. There was no doubt about what this "presence" was.]

[He violently spun around and reached for his pocket knife, the way he'd practiced for weeks now. He took a rigid battle stance ( more anxious than he'd care to admit ). This wasn't supposed to happen yet...had that cult already brought a demon into this world? Other demons would inevitably follow this one -- he had to do something!]

❝ Don't take another step! ❞ [Nanashi took a shaky breath -- hopefully, the demon wouldn't notice that. It was more important now than ever to shake those nerves.] ❝ I know what you are, demon. Who summoned you? ❞

[He was trying to emulate priests from the movies he'd been studying, but of course he didn't have the traditional "weapons" on him ( like holy water or a crucifix ). In his visions, he'd seen demons "exorcised" by blessed swords, bullets, and even other demons -- in theory, his knife should work just fine, and he had Dagda if it came down to it ( assuming that Dagda would help ).]

[dagdasgodslayer]

HOT DAGA SENTENCE STARTERS

it's actually criminal that nobody has done this before. feel free to change as needed!

❝ If you don't like it, you can kiss my buns. ❞

❝ Oh, he looks all pissed off 'cause his hat's still gone. ❞

❝ Good, I'm glad he's pissed. ❞

❝ I hope he crashes into that wall. ❞

❝ Oh shit, he crashed! ❞

❝ Wow! They look like a happy couple. ❞

❝ She's not happy with his driving, I'll tell you that. ❞

❝ Oh, he's on fire, he looks like he's hurting. ❞

❝ What a horrible occurrence that just happened! ❞

❝ What the fuck? ❞

❝ He's gonna come back like Michael Myers. ❞

❝ I can't really tell what it is, but it went by real quick. ❞

❝ Why did you run from me? ❞

❝ I...I didn't know how to tell you, but...we have a son now. ❞

❝ Wait -- I'm so confused... ❞

❝ Hello, [name]. I'm your father, [name]. ❞

❝ Why did you try to shoot me and leave me for dead? ❞

❝ That wasn't me. ❞

❝ It's me, [name], your evil twin sister. ❞

❝ I won't have you two together. You know I love [name]. ❞

❝ Now it's time to die. Mount your crab. ❞

❝ [Name], step aside! ❞

❝ Do you remember where we were? ❞

❝ Who are you? ❞

❝ Nice to meet you. I love you. ❞

❝ Promise you'll never shoot me, [name]. ❞

❝ Let's cover ourselves in mustard and get craaazy! ❞

❝ I hope you never get eaten on the Fourth of July like my parents. ❞

❝ Your words are making me happy, so I am smiling. ❞

❝ Always love each other, no matter where your paths take you. ❞

❝ We are siblings, but also best friends. ❞

❝ Why would we ever fight? ❞

❝ I have seen it in my special dreams. ❞

❝ Let's go eat the rest of Amelia Earheart for dinner. ❞

❝ My funding...my precious funding... ❞

❝ It's all over now. I suppose I'll let myself rot. ❞

❝ I'm in urgent need of your services. ❞

❝ What a shame...I was so close. ❞

❝ That's a good hashtag. ❞

❝ Like my dear old dad used to say, there's no free condiments in life. ❞

❝ Most condiments are free, actually. ❞

❝ How dare you! ❞

❝ Please, respect my father. May he rest in peace. ❞

❝ This talk of your father seems very shoehorned into this conversation. ❞

❝ I'm your son! From the future! ❞

❝ Hoooly shiiit. ❞

❝ Why did you do it, [name]? Why'd you do any of this? ❞

❝ Because, [name], I'm straight-up evil. ❞

❝ That's bad for the fabric of reality and space-time, I think. ❞

❝ Okay, it's technically not murder or anything. ❞

❝ This is what you get. This is the law of the wild. ❞

❝ I can't bear to watch this inevitable carnage. ❞

❝ I just want a picture of this moment. ❞

❝ I need your help to avenge my death. ❞

❝ We're a family again! A real family! ❞

❝ That's a terrible name. ❞

❝ I'm pretty sure this is a trap... ❞

❝ A crow ate one of my eyes at the bank last Labor Day, by the way. That's why I have an eyepatch now. ❞

❝ Did it ever occur to you, [name], that I loved you and your mustache? Well, I don't anymore, and I see you've shaved your mustache, you idiot. ❞

❝ The day we broke up was the best day of my life. ❞

❝ I saw him do a magic trick once where he sat on his own lap. ❞

❝ I'm suddenly afraid my wife will leave me for him, but he's a nice guy, so that's okay. ❞

❝ Wait a minute, you weren't invited! ❞

❝ It's me, [name], and I'd like to welcome you to Hell. Time to die! ❞

❝ I am displeased! But that does sound narratively rich. ❞

❝ Will you press pause on your shit for five minutes? ❞

❝ I now have to imagine a thing I don't want to imagine, under any circumstance? ❞

❝ Are you proud of yourself? ❞

❝ But I cannot attempt to process that at the moment, for the fear of the emotional toll it would take on me. ❞

❝ How'd we survive? ❞

❝ Ooh, what a plot! ❞

❝ We could go back in time to stop it all. ❞

❝ No need to explain that, we'll remember it always. ❞

❝ Thank you for your service. ❞

❝ Enough talky-time, more spacey-time, idiots. ❞

❝ We threw them into a volcano. They're gone. ❞

❝ I don't negotiate with assholes. ❞

❝ I can't believe it -- I'm alive! ❞

❝ Oh, no, no, hey, c'mon. Nothin' to worry about here. ❞

❝ That doesn't make any sense. ❞

❝ My parents were very juicy and I am, too. ❞

❝ You...don't seem trustworthy. ❞

❝ Oh, I'm plenty trustworthy. ❞

❝ So what's your deal again? ❞

❝ Hm. Makes sense if you actually track the story, probably. ❞

❝ I wonder if Earth's tasty. ❞

❝ I'm not one for decision-making. ❞

❝ I'm both the mayor and the sheriff. ❞

❝ Don't worry, you will soon go to jail. ❞

❝ I want to get perfectly sane, haha. ❞

❝ You're getting more and more sane by the day! ❞

❝ Everyone's dying and the world is basically over. ❞

❝ Sometimes your life don't go exactly as you planned. ❞

❝ The fact that I doubted myself for even a split second is some military-grade bullshit. ❞

❝ It's me, [name], and I'm pissed. ❞

❝ I can't die, I'm beloved! ❞

❝ Question: what the hell's going on? ❞

❝ If you do anything dumb, I will kill you with my hat. ❞

❝ You didn't need to do that, by the way. That's cruel. You understand that? ❞

❝ I didn't ask to exist. In fact, I was very content not being. ❞

❝ Look, I'm sorry about doing you dirty. ❞

❝ We've got some things to discuss, you and me. ❞

❝ Ohhh, okay. We're both dead, then. This is for sure a place where we're both dead. ❞

❝ My last memory was me putting a goldfish in my mouth to make my children laugh. Then I choked to death. ❞

❝ Play shitty games, win shitty prizes, [name]. ❞

❝ I was so consumed with hate and anger that I lost sight of who I was. ❞

❝ Are you just, like, checked out of this conversation now? ❞

❝ I'm just a guy in a void. ❞

❝ I got murked and it chilled me out. ❞

❝ That's my catchphrase, now that I'm fun. ❞

❝ Tell you what, I hate this planet. ❞

❝ There's a small part of my funky, no-good heart that's like, "hell yeah." ❞

❝ Hey, you want some money? It's got my face on it. ❞

❝ The one thing I've always said is, "you can definitely trust someone who repeatedly insists that you can trust them," you idiot. ❞

❝ I'm the queen of deception and straight-up dirty tricks. ❞

❝ Game recognize game, however inferior. ❞

❝ I've just had a tremendously confusing dream. ❞

❝ I'm not in the habit of taking drinks from strangers. ❞

❝ But I'm beloved... ❞

❝ I. Don't. Caaare. ❞

❝ It's almost Friday, the day for kissing! ❞

❝ If you value your life, you might consider staying out of mine. ❞

❝ Is there any way we can put this all behind us? ❞

❝ Are you fucking kidding me? You shouldn't have asked that question. ❞

❝ Oh, thank God. I was about to flip my shit. ❞

❝ Full disclosure, no offense: you seem nuts. ❞

❝ My mind is so clever, some describe me as a God. ❞

❝ My name is [name], and I'm here to say: you'll soon straight-up die today. ❞

❝ I'm perfectly sane, so now it's time to play my funny little game. ❞

❝ Where'd you go to college? Detective school? ❞

❝ I'm gonna save your life for my own benefit. ❞

❝ I have no beef with you. You're clearly dealing with some stuff. ❞

❝ Don't worry, I will murder you. ❞

❝ I feel like you're not being receptive to literally any of my shit. ❞

❝ I was hypnotized for many, many years and frankly, I'm not too happy about it. ❞

❝ Well, you can't blame me for that. I'm dead. ❞

❝ I think you could maybe choose not to be complicit in the destruction of the universe. ❞

❝ Jesus Christ, take a breath. ❞

❝ If you don't stop this instant, I'm gonna hug you. ❞

❝ I feel like a happy sunshine person who always wins. ❞

❝ I feel as critically-acclaimed as I always do! ❞

❝ You should know by now, nothing exciting ever happens around here. ❞

❝ Hey, you ever think about what happens after we die? ❞

❝ Sorry for my dad being a dick all the time...and for following his orders without question. ❞

❝ I hate you and I'm glad you look all fucked-up! ❞

❝ Namaste or whatever. ❞

❝ I just wanna chill 'til I'm dead. ❞

❝ Whoa, okay. I think I'm gonna die. ❞

❝ Those were the bad guys! Why were you, like, chilling with them? ❞

❝ Man, you really pooped the bed on this one. ❞

❝ Okay, your tone is appropriate and I apologize. ❞

❝ I will miss you, [name], the biggest baller of them all. ❞

❝ I'd actually be double-dead, which is the worst kind of dead. ❞

❝ What can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breathe a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now. ❞

❝ Sometimes your death don't go exactly how you planned. ❞

❝ I tried the best I can, but I ain't got the stuff. ❞

❝ Frankly, life's been pretty dope. ❞

❝ I know life's been crazy, but believe me, you'll be fine without me here. ❞

❝ There's really no need to cry. ❞

❝ I know things seem kind of shitty and that the odds aren't looking pretty, but what's the point of quitting now? ❞

❝ I won't be here to see it, but you bet your ass that I believe that you'll still save the day somehow. ❞

❝ If I had a fuckin' bucket, then I got a hunch I'd kick it. ❞

❝ Sorry for the cursing, but I'm feeling worse and worse. ❞

❝ I don't wanna die, but I'm probably gonna die. ❞

❝ I'm dying now, just so we're clear. ❞

❝ Holy shit, this is it, I'm gonna die. ❞

❝ I'll see you later, pals, I'm outta here. ❞

[dagdasgodslayer]

Pumpkin head • /ˈpʌmpkɪnhɛd/

Noun

A nickname which [...] is actually a term of endearment. The nice round shape of a pumpkin is thought of by some people to be a great way to describe someone [...].

A slow or dim-witted person; a dunce.

Hello!! This is Hammy coming in with the spoooooookiest of promos. So Like and/or Reblog this post if you'd be interested in being tormented by interacting with Pump from Spooky Month! Crossovers, OCs, AUs, everyone is welcome as long as they know what month it is!! And the rules, of course.

[dagdasgodslayer]

hi all!!!! please consider this a plotting call. i really wanna write My Boy so if any moots are interested in plotting anything, smash that like button & i'll dm you!

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THANK GOD THIS ISN'T LOST MEDIA YES

[dagdasgodslayer]

AOUHHGUHG JACK FROST TOO

HES FROSTY THE SNOWMAN...

goin through demon pages for funsies and oh my god???

ngl i love this design bring him back............... he is Pumpkin, he deserves to have this ominous aura

[dagdasgodslayer]

goin through demon pages for funsies and oh my god???

ngl i love this design bring him back............... he is Pumpkin, he deserves to have this ominous aura

[dagdasgodslayer]

hi all!!!! please consider this a plotting call. i really wanna write My Boy so if any moots are interested in plotting anything, smash that like button & i'll dm you!

[dagdasgodslayer]

T-shirt that says “I’m not the trans man, im the trans that manned up”. Is that anything

[dagdasgodslayer]

hi all!!!! please consider this a plotting call. i really wanna write My Boy so if any moots are interested in plotting anything, smash that like button & i'll dm you!

[dagdasgodslayer]

@cgear ( continued! )

❝ Anything for the mission. Incompetent as you are, you're still working under Team Rocket...so I'm sure you know what I mean. ❞

[Not to the same extent, evidently; Nanashi was dedicated to Cyrus' cause, enough to have made the ranks of Commander despite his age. Murder seemed like an obvious solution to a persistent obstacle, and as Meowth said, lives were inconsequential in their grand scheme. For the greater good of recreating the universe, Nanashi was more than willing to sacrifice a few lives in this one.]

❝ Heh. You're right, but not in the way you think. Ending a life won't matter once we've created our ideal world...but that is precisely why the time to eliminate our threats is now. ❞ [Nanashi smirked, then removed a pistol from the holster on his hip. He had no intention of actually using it against Team Rocket's pathetic cronies, but the simple act of brandishing a weapon would intimidate these two enough to reveal any secret.]

❝ Now, tell me. ❞ [Nanashi loaded his gun for added effect, then turned his attention back to the Meowth and Wobbufett.] ❝ Those "twoips" you keep going after...where are they? ❞

[dagdasgodslayer]

ooooooppsss galactic!nanashi just dropped....

[dagdasgodslayer]

just updated my carrd - pokeverse is officially up & there is now a credits page for fanart icons

[dagdasgodslayer]

Send me a Pokémon Type and I’ll make a Team for my muse using only Pokémon of that type.

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A collection

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[It took a moment for Nanashi to process Meowth's confusion; the workforce had been dissolved and replaced by the Hunter Association, so the only "boss" you needed to report to was your local bartender ( hence the reason his father's nickname was "Boss" ). From what Nanashi understood through stories from his dad and mentors, modern "jobs" were way more relaxed. Whereas a boss thirty years ago would reprimand and punish you for not meeting a deadline, Hunters rarely had deadlines to meet. Hunters were laidback and completed quests on their own time -- Nanashi couldn't imagine having a real boss breathing down his neck.]

❝ Oh- uh, no, not that kind of boss. ❞ [He was sort of curious about the fact that Meowth was somehow employed, though; they probably weren't called "Hunters" up there, but maybe there was a similar system to the underground's demon-capturing one where creatures could work under humans. He...couldn't really picture this one working a proper 9-to-5.] ❝ Think of it as...uh...a really, really powerful enemy. Something that would kill you in an instant if you aren't strong enough to beat 'em. You've gotta have something like that up there, right? ❞ [Hopefully the answer was "yes," because he couldn't give a much better description than that.]

[Meowth cut himself off from his tirade about how he wouldn't do Nanashi's dirty work to ask an absolutely bewildering question; trap him in a ball??? They sure had some weird demon-catching mechanics up there. How would this thing fit in a ball? Unless it was one of those really big hamster balls...he'd heard about those.]

❝ I...don't think I'd be able to trap you in a ball if I tried. ❞ [He gave Meowth a baffled look, still trying to put together how that would even work. A deflated beach ball, maybe? Or...okay, nevermind. He had to stop thinking about this before he got carried away.] ❝ But, uh, no. I'm not gonna make you fight my battles. You look a little too weak to be part of my team, anyway. ❞

[Nanashi really didn't like Meowth's choice of words, but they were admittedly accurate. Hunters were the grunt workers of the industry, but at least they were contributing to society. Food would be inaccessible if Hunters didn't fight and bring home the spoils. Humanity would have run out of medical supplies if it weren't for the Hunters making the dangerous trek through demon-infested hospitals. They were the backbone of society, and Nanashi had been raised to idolize them -- so yeah, it rubbed him the wrong way when Meowth referred to it as "grunt work."]

❝ It's not "grunt work." ❞ [Nanashi grumbled; he had to remember that Meowth was from "up there," so he had a very limited perspective of life down here.] ❝ ...But I'll try to get you home if you never call it that again. My demons need more experience, anyway. ❞

[Nanashi threw another glance to his phone, taking note that the screen had activated, showing a very impatient-looking Dagda. Okay, time to throw in a selfish condition to make Dagda think this wasn't a complete waste of time.]

❝ ...I do have one condition, though. ❞ [Nanashi took on a colder attitude, as though he hadn't just offered to basically do this for free.] ❝ It's a huge risk for me if I get caught helping you. The city of the angels is forbidden to those of us down below...so I'll do this for you if you promise me one thing. There's an angel parked at the gate leading to the world above. I need you to tell that angel... ❞

[Okay, think, Nanashi. You could either declare war on the angels or start to build trust between them and the "filth" below. He was definitely leaning towards the latter...and later on, he could tell Dagda that it was a rouse, or something. Something to give the angels a false sense of trust before throwing them on the knife. Yeah, that sounded good...he just had to make sure Meowth didn't overhear him talking to his personal demon later.]

❝ ...Tell it that a human -- not a piece of filth -- saved you and brought you back home, safe and sound. Tell it that the parts of humanity that survived aren't lost causes, not yet. ❞ [He doubted that those words would have any true impact; in fact, he was pretty sure that the angels would gaslight the fuck out of this little guy and assure him that he was lucky to survive in the clutches of "filth." But...hey, it was worth a shot, right?] ❝ The more you can hype us up, the better. I want them to reconsider their decision to abandon us. Sound good? ❞

Meowth hazarded a glance upwards, still clinging to the neglected telephone pole as an emergency safety net. That didn't really sound right, but the kid didn't seem to be lying and Meowth didn't know enough about aircrafts to dispute it. He still didn't see why a simple hot air balloon wouldn't do the trick but considering the condition of everything else around here, it seemed unlikely that he'd be able to find a big enough canvas that didn't have a bunch of rips and holes in it. His gaze moved to look towards the tower for only a few moments before snapping back to the kid's again, naturally wide eyes even wider than usual.

"Woah, woah. Boss fight?" He gasped in raw unfiltered stupefaction. "Why would ya wanna fight yer boss? You dyin' ta be unemployed or somethin'? Cuz lemme tell ya kid, there are easier ways ta get dat done. Take it from an expert!" Sure, Meowth hadn't been let go by Team Rocket yet, but he'd lost count of how many Giovanni had threatened to fire them if the trio messed up again. Frankly, Meowth was surprised they hadn't been fired ages ago. The boss acted all tough, but he must secretly be a big ol' softie- the gang's secret guardian angel. Meowth had certainly been fired from his fair share of sidegigs, though. There was the pizza delivering, and the window cleaning, and countless others. He was a real champ at getting fired, so if that's really what the kid wanted help with, Meowth could give him a million pointers that didn't include physically fighting his employer! And if he expected Meowth to fight his boss for him? With his wimpy moves? The kid was more delusional than Jessie was if that was the case!

"And I ain't doin' anyone else's dirty work! I got my own dirty work ta take care of first!" And each moment he was stuck down here, he was falling more and more behind on it. "So-" He cut himself off and blinked in surprise. "Ya mean ya don't wanna trap me in a ball 'n make me fight all yer battles for ya?" He stopped clinging to the telephone pole with both of his paws, opting to only hold onto it with one as he stepped out of hiding a bit.

"Yer really willin' to do all da grunt work for me?" He might have to keep this kid. "Well in dat case, what're we waitin' for? I gotta get outta here STAT, dis place gives me da creeps. I'd almost prefer gettin' catnapped by those ghosts again than stayin' down here!" Little did he know this would definitely be much worse than the Lavender Town ghosts wanting to play with him and the others.