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        – SHORP. i know i’ve done it probably a million times by now & some of you are Tired as all hell with my dumbassery– but given how much i suck when it comes to blog jumping, & how the hub blog system isn’t working all that well for me, i’ve decided to move everyone over to @pasttorn​ ! it’s much easier for me to compile everyone there & write them all in a space where i’m p comfortable, rather than forcing myself to switch blogs so much & try so hard to keep them all active. sorry for the constant inconvenience & i hope y’all are still willing to plot / chat with me over there ! 

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( UMI. )

          completely enamored of the sugar - covered donut betwix her hands, umi fails to notice the all - too - familiar blue ‘do that creeps by.  the sunlight peeking through the leaves offer a warmth and serenity that is all - too - abruptly interrupted by what seemed to be the weight of the world resting ‘pon her shoulders.  ( she nearly chokes on the haupia filling that tickles her tastebuds, but that’s not too important ! )

          ❛ oh, you don’t ? ❜  her heart dances between trying to be a good friend and offering the other a bite of her malasada, or playing along with his antics… but against his favor.  she hums softly, casting curious aquatic blues in the grunt’s direction.  ❛ hm…!  i suppose that makes sense — after all, i can’t quite seem to recall having ever met you at all !  and i’m not about to just share this with a stranger, much less feed them….  i mean, haven’t you ever heard of ‘ stranger danger ’ ?? ❜

       unimpressed, tired half lidded eyes stare BLANKLY at her for a couple seconds. how dare she ? sure, he was the one who’d initiated this bout, but to think that she’d continue the joke in this manner... ❝ w’sn’t it kumi ? rumi ? eh, wh’tever, guess‘s fine ‘ither way, there’s n’need t’share. ❞ sly smile tugs at his lips; two could play this game, ❝ ‘cause y’forget ‘m used t’STEALIN’ stuff. ‘specially food. ❞

       & with that said, hand reaches out to lightly grab her wrist. weight is further pressed against her ( was he trying to CRUSH her ? who knows at this point ) as he leans forward, whilst simultaneously bringing the hand that held the snack closer to him, aiming to take a bit ol’ BITE out of the malasada. because let’s be honest-- did she really think she could hold such a sugary treat in front of him & expect him to not try to eat it ?

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        attention PERKS up when he finds her sitting under the shade of a tree. & truth be told, his very first instinct is to turn around & go the other way, knowing that only trouble would arise from getting anywhere NEAR her again. he would’ve gone through with it, too, had he growl of his stomach not stopped him in his tracks.

       so instead he does the exact OPPOSITE. arms slide past her shoulders as he sinks his entire weight onto her back, chin resting on one of said shoulders-- obviously uncaring of how heavy or close he might be, ❝ i don’ r’member y’name but ‘m hungry’s ALL hell so... feed me. ❞

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MAKE YOURSELF AND YOUR MUSE(S) ! ft. darce & yoh !

tagged by: a couple days ago by @chaotiquetm & ily ♡ tagging: anyone who wants to ! ! ! bc heck activity here is Sporadic at best

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cosplay credit (x)

Skull Grunt Darce Aesthetic Board ↪ @shvrker

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( for @shvrker​ )

darce instagram aesthetic. all about them bats, rain and ghosts. doesn’t update much though but still worth a follow. 

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Me irl

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“I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.” - Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

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        -- SHORP. hello one, hello all ! would y’all be as kind as to LIKE / REBLOGGING this if you’d be interested in interacting with one of the LAZIEST team skull grunts around ? on this blog you’ll find DARCE, an excellent baker that can make the best tapu cocoa around, but possibly the worst grunt when it comes to motivation. since this is a sideblog, follow backs will come from akrasva !                                                                                          ( remake from @shvrker-a ! ).

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        -- ❝ y’know-- who th’fuck comes ‘p with th’team names ? th’outfits ? ❞ it sometimes BAFFLED him how people could bring themselves to decide in a single name ( really, one of the main reasons his own pokemon still remained unnamed )-- let alone an entire GROUP. but nowadays, the names he’d been hearing popping up once in a while were ridiculous. galactic ? mamga ? yell ? hell, just by listening to the very NAMES of the teams, they already sounded tiring to deal with. ❝ ‘m real fuckin’ glad our team s’called skull c’mpared t’the others. ❞

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        -- ❝ y’done, h ? ❞ the grunt yawns from where he was sitting on a fallen tree trunk, tired of waiting for the other. heck, he’d even CONTEMPLATED on throwing a stick or something at howl, just to remind him that he was here ( but, on a second thought, thought it to be one of the DUMBEST ideas ). he pats the cubone sitting on his lap as he watches the other, pouting the more impatient he grew to get going, ❝ ‘m fuckin’ thirsty-- i wanna get s’methin’ t’drink. y’got money on ya ?  ❞

@dckxn ❤︎’d ! !

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        -- SHORP. ‘cause it’s about time i got stuff started on darce, here’s a STARTER CALL ! ! length will vary depending on his motivation, but things will ( hopefully ) be fun nonetheless !

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( @kannojo​ )

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        She hadn’t been joking- this fellow really looked so relaxed and at peace, she couldn’t help but feel jealous! To just collapse in the grass, and lay there without a care in the world seemed to be a sweet and simple paradise. Alola may have been chock full of interesting things to go, but as for now, the only thing Hannah finds herself wanting to do- is to take him up on his offer, and try it out.

        “Huh… I suppose…” she murmurs softly, beginning to kneel down beside him. But not too close, not wanting to impose more than she already had. Laying herself out on the earth beneath her, her attempt at total relaxation began, “I’ve never imagined the ground to be as comfy as you make it seem, though… then again, most of Alola’s grass and soil seem to be a lot softer and richer than anywhere else I’ve been! It’s rather remarkable…”

        eyes are closed before he even BOTHERS waiting for a response-- after all, it was up to her to decide whether or not she wanted to join him. he’s even about to snooze again, when he hears the grass RUSTLING as she moves, head turning to the side as he watches her kneel. small smile forms when she lays down, obviously not very used to getting this low.

        CONFUSION sets in, however, at her words, exchanging a bewildered glance with his cubone, ❝ ... have y’never slept’n th’ground b’fore ? ❞ was the soil & all that shit really all that different compared to other parts of the world ? there’s no way it could be, right ? or maybe it was-- & he was just LUCKY to be blessed with such a soft ground. ❝ ‘nything can be comfy ‘f y’just try hard ’nough. ❞

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( GEEK. )

“Air quality; 5.6. Wind resistance; 2.4. The strength required; 14.7-pound strength thrown across approximately  31.23 centimeters. Alright…” 

He took the empty soda can bottle, launching it across the bench he was sitting on to the trash can near the lamp post, and SWISH~ right into it without touching the rim. 

“Having a day off sucks…I need something to keep my mind sharp.”

        brows knit to a FROWN as he watches the other from where he was, sitting on a nearby bench. one which he’d just been sleeping on-- & had been oh so rudely awoken by the other’s incoherent mumbling & the CLANG of the can hitting the bottom of the bin.

        a yawn escapes him, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he utters the words, ❝ shut th’hell up, will ya ? th’HELL were y’even sayin’ ? ❞ because really-- the other might as well have spoken a foreign language. darce couldn’t get a SINGLE word the other’d just said.

         -- ❝ ‘s that a SPELL’r somethin’ t’make it go in ? ❞

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