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INACTIVE BLOG.

Reminder to unfollow this blog! It has been on hiatus for a few months now, but I’m just getting to cleaning it up. I don’t know when or if I will be bringing this blog around, but for now, consider this an archive. Thank you :)

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Send '👟' to throw a shoe at my muse just because you can.

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         Out of all the other cities in Johto, Ecruteak was by far the loveliest.  Clair didn’t know why she enjoyed the city as much as she did.  Perhaps it was its traditional architecture and surrounded by miles of forest.  Maybe it was the mythical atmosphere surrounding it that reminded her so much of the Dragon’s Den.  None of that really mattered, though.  All Clair knew was that here she felt at ease.

         And wasn’t that why she came to Ecruteak in the first place?  To visit an acquaintance who made her feel just like thi—That’s enough of that, Clair scolded herself, looking at the ground darkly.  There was no reason to get all sentimental.  She sat on a bench in a small square just  north of Ecruteak Gym, waiting for just the right moment to visit her friend.  She’d been there for far too long—if she saw one more tourist exclaim at the sight of her…!

         Clair let out a distressed sigh, jiggling her leg.  She looked from one side of the square to the other, but this side of the city  was more slow-paced than usual.  Uncrossing her legs, Clair pulled her old Pokégear out of her pocket.  The time on the smudged screen read 8:07 am.  Was that too early to pay Morty a visit?  When did his Gym even open?  Clair frowned.  Perhaps she should have thought this through.

         I’ll just come back later.  Clair got up from the bench and put her phone in her back pocket, choosing to leave instead of waiting here like an idiot.  And so she took a stroll, meandering around the city with no other purpose than to waste time.  She even visited the charred remains of the Brass Tower, allowing an ancient old man to tell her its entire history.  Clair loathed every minute of it.

         When she thought enough time had passed, Clair doubled back to the Pokémon Center for a brief lunch.  Of course, like everything else that day, she would again be prevented from doing what she had planned.  A huge crowd of noisy and enthusiastic people were pouring out of a building a block away from the Pokémon Center.  Clair wanted nothing to do with them.

         A curious thought crossed her mind; she vaguely remembered Ecruteak having some sort of dance theater.  Something to do with Eeveelutions or whatever.  As the crowd began to disperse and go their separate ways, a group of what could only be tourists headed her way.  Clair turned on her heel.  She wasn’t going to get riled up over this.  Not today.

         It’s been long enough, she thought, her stomach growling.  Clair lengthened her stride and walked faster than she had all morning.  Morty better be at his Gym.  She was about to take a shortcut through an alley when a child’s shrieking cut through the air.  Clair grit her teeth.  Tourists. 

         Someone needed to shut that kid up.

Skye was confused when he had first come into the city. From everything that the boy had read about Ecruteak, it wasn’t supposed to be a large tourist attraction. It was supposed to be a quiet town, so hearing the masses of people here was a little… Scary. There weren’t any festivals going on, right?

He held his shiny Chespin in his arms, glancing around. Ecruteak was an old, traditional city, where the ghosts of Pokemon lingered freely. There wasn’t much information on the Gym Leader, but Skye heard that he was quite a force to be reckoned with, and was adept at some unspecified spiritual abilities. Morty got up early, some people on the forums had said. Some had even claimed that it was always sunrise, even. Morty sounded really awesome, actually, and really strict. Skye wondered if he would welcome the boy into his gym.

So when Skye had gotten up initially, the sun was up, and he had already beaten himself up for being late. The Pokemon Center rooms were not the most comfortable, but that was okay. Skye wandered around the city, not too sure as to the best time to go bother the Ecruteak Gym Leader. He was shy, scared, and just generally nervous. How would he frame the request?

Hey! Can I get your autograph?! Please?! A selfie, even? That would be really cool! Also, could you, like, give me some tips to make myself better?!

All those thoughts in his head made him visibly cringe, and he decided it would be best to wander around the city some more. Morty frequently visited the Dance Hall, right? Maybe he should head that way instead. Half of his mind was psyched at the idea of meeting a gym leader that wasn’t from Sinnoh, but the other half of his mind was freaked out at that idea. Nonetheless, his eyes were on the lookout for purple and red, hoping to see that scarf of his.

However, mismatched eyes locked on blue instead. A rich, bright blue, one that made his knees weak and his mind start racing.

Clair.

He slowly made his way closer, wondering why Clair seemed so spooked. It was like she had heard a Ghost scream or something. She looked so tense, so angry, and Skye wondered if Clair was going to hit someone, with how she looked. Skye wouldn’t have minded if that target ended up being him, though. Nevertheless, Skye slid up to Clair, his voice low and his eyes wide.

“… Clair? Is that really you...?!”

#following ║ Clair & Skye

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Beauty and the Dummy [Skye + Amaranth]

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It was just a normal day. Skye was doing absolutely nothing, minding his own business, and just existing. That was all he really aimed to do on any given day (since the nighttime was reserved for his sinful writings and such). That’s why, in Skye’s honest opinion, it wasn’t fair when a dazzling, platinum blonde beauty walked on by. 

Skye was simply walking along the sidewalk, minding his own business, when she appeared. Mismatched eyes went wide, and Skye was rather rudely staring at her. They walked past one another, but Skye’s eyes never left her hair. Damn, she’s pretty.

SMACK! Skye had walked right into a lamppost, causing him to fall backwards and land on the ground, bottom first. “Owwwwww!” He groaned, rubbing his forehead, right where he was hit. Serves him right for not being able to keep a lookout for where he was going.

“WTF!? I haven’t done anything wrong ever, that wasn’t fair! Do over, do over!” Skye stared at the pole, completely and utterly offended. “That wasn’t a fair fight fam, I came out to have a good time, and honestly...” He trailed off, realizing he was yelling at a pole. Whoops.

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Skye ate their cotton candy happily, smiling when Caleb said they would be okay with going back to Hoenn. “Sweet! Awesome sauce!” Skye smiled som more before stuffing their face full of sticky cotton candy.

Skye couldn’t help it, however, when Caleb made that last comment. Their face flushed bright red, they had been caught. “I d-don’t write smut! Jeez!” Skye was a free and innocent meme, damnit! They were pure, like a cinnamon bun. PURE.

“A-Anyways, what kinda person are you to think that I write smut? Peeeerv.” Oh, but they were right on the mark, and Skye couldn’t even look over in the other’s general direction. Instead, they pet their Torchic, leaning back against the tree they had been resting under. “But, anyways, what about you? Do you do anything? I mean, besides being a champion and a writer, I don’t really bring much else to the table...”

It was kinda true. They were a writer of smut and fanfiction, sometimes based on real life people. They were trash, definitely, and it would show if Caleb hung around them more.

The Amount of Flowers Here are Too Damn High!

Caleb sat against the tree, slowly chewing through the head-sized ball of cotton candy the vendor had given him. The girl seemed confident that they could take on Wattson, which, if the rumors floating around were true, was possible with the right preparation. Which, on further consideration, was true of all the gym leaders, but few trainers had the patience to completely retool their teams for each one.

“I – I would not object to heading back to Hoenn with you. My trip here is just about done anyway.” It didn’t cross his mind that he had just volunteered to travel with this strange girl until after he’d said it.

Skye’s manner changed when they started talking about their writing. It was – evasive. There was a secret here. The blushing helped cement that impression.

“Ahh, nothing really, I… I write fiction, mostly. Just things I come up with, or things based on… People. I mean, maybe if you’re an internet person, you might have seen something, but… I’m not too popular. I write under a pen name, OFC, but my blog is running on queue’d posts ATM because I’m trying to aim for champion, ya know.”

Let’s review the facts: they were from Sinnoh, wrote fiction on the internet but were evasive on what exactly the nature of that fiction is, whatever the nature of the fiction was it was embarrassing, hence the blush. It wasn’t unheard of for people his age to post original work to the internet, but given how Skye phrased it, it was probably fanfiction. The blushing indicated it was probably not G-rated.

“So is writing smut any fun?” He had to work hard to suppress a mischievous smile.

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Ahh, so great news, I’m currently on my comp right now! It decided to load, so i can get all my icons off of it! I will be replying if the computer can handle it and queue’ing them. Just excited, and wanted to tell everyone that i plan on replying haha.

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Important Update

So, as a few of you know, my laptop has been giving me problems as of late. Well, now, I am coming out and officially saying that my laptop is dead, a goner, and just all around dead. (He’s dead Jim!) So, this naturally makes things a ton harder for me. More under the cut.

Thankfully, last year, I bought myself an Android Tablet for school use, which means that I won’t have to type on a phone~ Also, my family has a shared computer, and thanks to the fact that I have Chrome, I can get xKit on my own version of Chrome on it~! The issue now is that I can’t ‘flood the dash’ and I won’t be replying as fast, and no more memes. That’s where my queue will come into play~!

I have 7 blogs to manage, I won’t lie. (Here i run this one, @snowxnomad and @aspiringpokeaidoru) I have to queue them all so that their last post dates line up. My rule is trying to go at most a week without any posts. I apologize to everyone threading with me, but at the same time, I thank you all for sticking around! It really means a lot to me, I don’t want to drop any of my children, and I would rather not take a hiatus.

Also, my job will start around the 4th of July. While I will literally be killing myself there, I will also rake in a lot of cash. So, at the latest, by the end of summer, I will either have a fixed laptop, or I’ll  have another personal computer to waste my life on for double digit hours hah. My mother has already clearly said she will NOT be helping me get a computer, so I’m on my own.

So, really, all this means for you is that I will be posting less frequently. It’s not really anything big for you, but... Honestly? It gives me anxiety not having my own personal computer, or knowing when I last posted, hah...

Please have a good day everyone, and I pray that none of your computers bite the dust like mine.

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🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞 -- Gate of Breadylon, coming your way Skye

Skye's eyes went wide, and time almost stopped. "... Oh my Darkrai. " 

They screamed as they were buried beneath a lot of bread. Rest in bread crumbs. 

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Skye instantly brightened up, and they couldn't help but smile. "Yeah! I'm really happy now!" The rising star giggled, nodding vigorously. "That was all I wanted in the beginning! But now, I kinda like hanging around you! You're pretty cool, puttin' up with me without, like, table flipping or something." Skye laughed once more, watching Proton closely.

"So, like, you gotta tell me about these 'few people' you considered dating! I haven't considered dating anyone at all, because no one meets up to my standards!" More like everyone's standards were too high to include them. Ouch. "I have three standards! One! They gotta be tall, or short! Two! They gotta be handsome, or cute! Three! I don't know, but there is a third one!" Skye giggled some more, shaking their head.

"I mean, ya know, like, not everyone can be as fabulous as me!" Now they were just being silly, but they seemed to be less focused on attacking Proton. "Cause, like, Internet Trash is a high standard." Now, they were more focused on poking fun at themselves. "Internet Trash, straight from Snowpoint, Sinnoh! Coming to you live from Hoenn! Will they survive the heat? More at 11."

Skye simply grinned and watched Proton, now a happy ray of sunshine. Skye was over roasting Proton, at the least, so that was probably a really nice thing.

Stress || Proton & Skye

Proton almost forgot about how much they seemed to revel in roasting him constantly. That was probably what they were sticking around for, at least partially; attempting to get a reaction out of him. Proton could only roll his eyes at the comment. Most of the anger he’d had at the beginning of the conversation had simmered down to annoyance at this point. In some ways, that was worse, but at least he wasn’t in as much danger of making a scene with this kid.

“That was so funny that I forgot to laugh. But no, cold temperatures don’t do any more for me than hot temperatures do. Anyways. I’m not going to take your word on basically anything you tell me. Seriously, you’ve got low standards galore here. And I can tell you for a fact that I don’t have low standards.” For a moment, Proton considered telling her not to make assumptions, but giving them an opening to point out his hypocrisy wasn’t welcome.

“Not like I need to justify myself to someone like you, but seriously. I got standards. They’re not super high, but they’re good enough that I’ve only considered dating about a couple people total. Just saying.” Yeah, he definitely wasn’t taking their comments personally. Not at all. But at least he finally found out what the hell they wanted from him. He’d tried to gloss over the apology best he could, but he’d doomed himself from the start by trying to act as though he had. A simple apology might convince them to buzz off, but…

Did Proton really want to give them that satisfaction? “Like it better, eh… Well, I…” He reached for words. Unfortunately, he’d backed himself into a corner on this apology thing. Proton could tell them they wouldn’t get one, but he wasn’t sure that would solve the problem. They’d probably just keep following him around like a stray Persian until he apologized. “I… Okay, I’m sorry. Is that fine? Are you happy now?”

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Entry #2

(Previous Entry)

WHAT’S UP FAM? o(^◇^)o It’s SNNR back with another entry in my Nuzlocke Challenge! A little late, don’t mind that though. Super short, I promise! ヽ(〃･ω･)ﾉ

(Rules)

So I made it through Petalburg Forest! I met some cool guitar dude, played some awesome tunes o((*^▽^*))o Along the way, Hibiko evolved into a Silcoon! Woo! AND! A nod to a friend of mine, I ended up catching a Slakoth!! Her name is Croissant! ヽ(　･∀･)ﾉ

.. Unfortunately, Shaxx the Wingull got taken out in a surprise battle ⁀⊙﹏☉⁀ 

So he’s disqualified! ( ≧Д≦) Damnit. Anyways, but yeah! Now I’m training up my fam here to become the stronkest Pokemon ever! 

Oh yeah! If you’re in the area, feel free to HMU, I’ll be all up for meetups or something （。＞ω＜）。

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✒︎ for ALLLLLLLLLLLL

Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.

Skye really loves fluffy blankets. Like, the ones that mimic fur. They would love an Arcanine, confirmed.

Snow organizes things on the restaurant tables he goes to. He makes them neat and symmetric.

Damianos hates it when people tap their pens against the table in a quiet room. Really hates it.

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✒︎ one for each

Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.

Skye loves sitting in booths at restaurants, right against the wall/window. 

Snow likes to imagine himself with long hair. He would like to grow out his hair one day just to see if it looked good or not.

Damianos cannot keep his feet out when he sleeps. The monsters will get him if he keeps his feet out you don’t understand.

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send me “have you evers” and I can only reply with “yes” or “no”

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Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.

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“I thought you would have already searched over there-”

Their face turned a little red, and they shut their eyes as a smile came over their face. Soon, though, they were at Eusine’s heels, following close and keeping the pace. Eusine expressed sorrow at Skye’s situation, and the young rising star couldn’t help but smile and wave their hand.

“Nah, it’s alright...” They started, but their eyes went wide at his following words. He... He wishes me the best...?

It hadn’t ever been put in words before. Skye’s parents had said it, sure, but of course they would say it... For this stranger to root for them, for him to say that he somewhat believed and encouraged their goals... It almost drove them to tears. Skye had to rub their eyes, sniffling a little.

“W-Well, thanks!” Skye couldn’t help but sniffle a little, quickly filling the silence with more words. “I’m sure this Suicune Pokemon that you’re looking for is around the forest. I’m sure of it.”

Far From Home//Eusine and Skye

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Skye continued to pet the Pokemon, even as they sat down. It seemed so happy, or at least peaceful. Their own Pokemon came over and sat down next to the two of them, and Skye grinned. “Verdanturf, huh? I haven’t been there yet, LOL, that’s across the way from Mauville City, right? Maybe I’ll stop by after PWN’ing the Gym Leader there!”

They couldn’t help but snicker, shaking their head as they did. “Ahh, but that’s cool, though. If you wanna go back together, I would be all up for it!... I don’t wanna be creepy or anything, ya know, so like, feel free to ignore it, either way, haha.” Skye trailed off, going quiet.

Claeb asked about their writing, however, and Skye could feel their cheeks turning a light red. “Ahh, nothing really, I... I write fiction, mostly. Just things I come up with, or things based on... People.” They continued to blush, shaking their head. “I mean, maybe if you’re an internet person, you might have seen something, but... I’m not too popular.”

Skye could feel that anon who sent her prompts screaming, though. Skye was pretty well known.

“I write under a pen name, OFC, but my blog is running on queue’d posts ATM because I’m trying to aim for champion, ya know.”

The Amount of Flowers Here are Too Damn High!

As the girl reached over his shoulder to pet Baguette, Caleb felt eyes burrowing into him. Lazily panning around, the culprits turned out to be at his new friend’s feet – the Pokemon that Skye had let out were all staring at him with ill-disguised contempt. The sensation was so disconcerting that he missed the gist of the next words out of their mouth. Something about Snowpoint City and being too hot. He had to have misheard the bit about people dressing less, right?

Fortunately, he got his brain back on track at the same time as they started their next sentence.

“I m-mean, uh, well, it’s good for writing, though! I find that having actual sunlight actual makes me happy and inspired! It’s nice to have the sun without the snow most of the time, but it just sucks that Hoenn is kinda like a frying pan… It’s so miserable! Where do you live, though? I’ll be headed back to Hoenn after the festival, maybe we could go back to Hoenn together!”

He flopped down on the ground next to Skye, gently dislodging his 50-pound load in the process. Baguette seemed perfectly content to sleep there, but much like its master, that was true of basically any horizontal surface of moderate comfort.

“I’m from Verdanturf Town. Little place at the base of Mt. Chimney. Something about the geographic arrangement of Hoenn makes it so the air there is clean and fresh all the time. The heat’s a lot more bearable there because there’s almost always a nice breeze. I’m told it plays hell on skirts, though.” He glanced quickly at Skye, “Not that that looks like it would be a problem for you anyway, if that’s how you usually dress.”

The first part of their spiel tickled in the back of his mind. “Oh, right, you mentioned that you write. Do you mind if I ask what?”

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Skye couldn’t help but smile at the Pokemon soon after, though, returning their attention to the man in front of her. “An Igglybuff? It must be a strong Pokemon, then, with a name like that.” Skye giggled at their own joke, flashing a smile to Jayden. At the question of their goal, the young rising star couldn’t help but grin.

“Yep! We’re not gonna miss, though, we’re far too great for that!” Skye pet the Fire-Type Pokemon in their lap. “We’re gonna be stars! The brightest ones out there, actually! After I PWN the Hoenn League, we’re gonna go to the up and coming Alola region! It’s gonna be awesome!”

Skye frowned at his comment about the heat, though. “Yeeeeeah, I know that feel, sad face. It really sucks here, being super duper hot and stuffs. LMAO, at least the legs are hot enough to fry eggs...” They couldn’t help but crack that kind of joke. “Showing off skin is the only way to appease the Hoenn gods, though, it’s far too freaking hot here..”

Needs More Cowbell | | Jayden & Skye

Deciding he wasn’t going to be getting anywhere with whatever music block was in his way, Jayden placed the instrument down beside him. Spice was staring up at the new trainer, probably wondering why she was being stared at in the first place. In all honesty, she shoulda been used to it by now, after all the gawking Alarana did at her.  Sighing mentally, he closed the notebook and stuck his pen in the binding. He’d come back to that later.

“Skye, sweet, well nice to meet ya. Well, Spice here is an Igglybuff. I don’t actually know where she came from. My sisters got her as a gift for me before I left Floaroma Town, name attached and all. So, you and Torchic are off to be League Champion, huh? Big dreams, that’s the best way to go. Shoot big, and even if ya miss, you’re still in space and that’s pretty damn cool.”

The musician stretched, cracking his back and leaning against the tree, shifting his legs so that way Spice could bounce around without going too far. “Man I didn’t think Hoenn would be so hot. I shoulda brought different clothes.”