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finally seein sum folk a recanise frum ma normal socials. wy’d ih tae so lon?

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furst traina ov th new year. they wur a riuh, a’ll tell y tha fur free nuw! Runen spooked um idin as artufacs n they really used tha energy

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The Krooks seein if y goh food n seein y goh rabuta berry bits

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alrigh! th fuck’s ma playlis god up now… Henrietta by The Fratellis. aigh tha ain ow a say tha bu a figured it deserves sum respec. acshully, should a be singin this? lyrics ain sacly… ah fuck th league i’s a gud sung! a wil try find a not-dodgy bi though. a can jus nu swear mayb…

[Video ID: Terry’s stood on a large patch of open dirt. The right side of the screen is ever so slightly blocked by a post; the phone must be propped up on the shack’s porch railings. Terry nods their head up and, after the phone shakes a little, music starts up. They bob their head, tap their foot, and visibly start beaming, though they grow hesitant as they reach the second line.

“En-ri-e-ta, we go nu flawas fur yeeeew

Jus these three mis-ra-bul ca—”

The Krooks growls from behind the camera, making Terry’s voice inaudible for the word. Though initially flinching, Terry gives the krookodile a thumbs up as they continue.

“Sih-in’ in th back-seah, drummin on th off-beah!

We know y luv us an y pro-ba-bly doooo

Although yuh usban may cu us

E is an ani-mal, though anythin is possi-bul!

Giv us a kiss an mayb…

Aigh, cu i there, cu i… Than yus… A woulda kept goin ov… wha y smilin fur?!”

They run over to they camera with a toothy grin and deep, childlike chuckle. The Krooks seems to run into the shack as the phone falls when Terry bumps the railing.]

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AYYY LES GE SUM MYOOSIC GOIN ERE AI?

Send “🎶🎵🎵” To hear my muse singing!

You can also send “ 🎶🎵🎵 + (song)” To hear my muse specifically sing that song!

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th yooniforms suck, dun ge me wrong, bu a’m at an advantage in tha i can stain mine up a fuck tun before folk notice

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honesly a dun know if folk know am out ere. considerin pullin sum mates in n belin ou some songs this evenun. league won’t care tu much, righ?

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ahh than y kindly matey! lookin forwud t meetin folk from all ova but a li’l bit a home fur a welcome is a luvley suprise!

lo lo rotomblr!

names’ Terry, m th gym leada n th newly built shack ou ba rou 1. aven got ny a tha dynamaxin tauros bu a ma gym youses pokémon can figh oweva y wan

a go quie a fewe pokémon tha a luv t tok bout. y’ll see em on ere a bunch, dun y wurry. qwik preview a them in ma previous pinned ere

a doo wan be clear: wen a say “grunge-lovin” i’s bofe music an style an dirt. grea word for a grea set a thins!

as fur wy am typin lie a drun grookey wiv a typewrida, i’s ta prapare yous fur wen y challenge mi, course! or jus iv we meet

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[ID: a video of Spinzz staring at the camera. It could be mistaken for a GIF if not for Terry yelling “OO STOLE MA PHONE?!” over two-thirds of the way through]

a.

a dun know

leas he’s avin a good time

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lo lo rotomblr!

names’ Terry, m th gym leada n th newly built shack ou ba rou 1. aven got ny a tha dynamaxin tauros bu a ma gym youses pokémon can figh oweva y wan

a go quie a fewe pokémon tha a luv t tok bout. y’ll see em on ere a bunch, dun y wurry. qwik preview a them in ma preevus pinned ere

a doo wan be clear: wen a say “grunge-lovin” i’s bofe music an style an dirt. grea word for a grea set a thins!

as fur wy am typin lie a drun grookey wiv a typewrida, i’s ta prapare yous fur wen y challenge mi, course! or jus iv we meet

\\pkmn irl, 18+ muse & mun//

\\au of @ferrunough//

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Machlemore’s back at i gain wiv er faverit pastime: fly around close t th ground so she gets a dir trail beind er. this time wiv th added addition a flyin ova PoM ta piss er off

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LI’L DUDE

[ID: photo of a swinub with sick ass prescription shades nestled in a fluffy bed]

lookit m n all is glory

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figured this shows off ma pokémon well

[ID: A photo of Terry and all their pokémon. In the background is the main line-up. In the centre are Machlemore the Garchomp and Terry stood side by side, their right arm around the pokémon’s shoulders. Held in the human’s free arm is Spinzz, a shiny claydol. To the left of Machlemore is Runen the runerigus, who’s holding up Flatboi the (galarian) stunfisk. To the right of Terry & Spinzz is The Krooks, a krookodile. All are smiling to various degrees except Krooks who has chosen an “intimidating” pose reminiscent of a 2000s punk photoshoot.

The middleground and foreground are full of 20 swinub. The one right at Terry’s feet has sunglasses on. The ones close to the camera & cameramon have their snouts up to sniff.

The edge of the photo has a grey and white blur from where PoM the minccino — who refused to be in the photo — is constantly cleaning the camera.]

du y wan guess ow long i took ta snap this photo?