#pridepoisoned

[badbirchenergy]

I see you on dash so I have to know: what are May's thoughts on Devon Corp? AKA your friendly neighborhood innovation giant with no questionable motives at all? 😊

During her initial Gym journey, May admittedly did not interact much with Devon nor its executives—much of that business was left to her rival, Brendan, for handling on his own accord. Her father, Prof. Birch, generally spoke favorably of Devon Corp, having worked closely with them in the past. Her naturalist outlook and survivalist lifestyle do inspire distrust towards any and all major corporations, and so she maintained her distance back then...

Upon return, the Champion has understandably had her hands full with League obligations; however, her sharpened instincts do well to inform her that not all is right about the workings of Devon, and how secretive it seems they've become. Though she lacks any evidence or (current) motive to investigate further, she keeps in close contact with Rustboro's resident Leader for updates and rumors that float through the wind.

It'll be something she inspects closer, the more re-acclimated she becomes...

#;🌺wingull mail [asks] #pridepoisoned #she might b out of the loop but shes 👀👀👀 looking! #ty for this c: def inspired me to think deeper on the topic!

[blastburned]

been a minute!!☺️ can I get a check here and/or @draconscious ??

Not met long enough to have a beat on Eris, but if he did he'd think she's as fake as press on nails and wouldn't really entertain a conversation for very long or would start digging into her if she gives him a single in.

Clair is his friend. She's the clan dragon counterpart to his wild as hell mountain self. Whenever they interact he absolutely feels it and kind of feels less human in a GOOD way. Her emotions and rage just roll off him and he can contend with them in a way that not a lot of people really can. He takes nothing personally. Clair provides a lot of genuine friendship to him, she cares a HELL of a lot for his well being and he appreciates it. I REALLY VALUE THEIR FRIENDSHIP...

send your character and get the thoughts.

#pridepoisoned #prompt

[skullkxd]

@pridepoisoned liked for a starter!

They know that face.

Ree’s been dodging reporters for hours, literally. They won’t let up until they get an interview with Alola’s … chumpion. The kid who almost made it.

So they’ve been hiding out on the secluded beach. Same beach they met Branchie at, actually. So when they see that purple hair … they see red.

“Yknow,” they say, casual, eyes narrowing, “I’m really not in th’mood to deal with you.”

#pridepoisoned

[rockheadcd]

@pridepoisoned said: #: shaky hands (roark post-galactic encounters perhaps???) / a drabble meme that is SOMEWHERE around. continuation ( post-mortem? hee hoo ) of this absolute banger. ft. @electrivolt + galactic verse.

The events witnessed play over in startling clarity—his poor, overworked brain reeling and attempting to process anything but the wretch-worthy stench of that Skuntank. Roark can't even begin to think about how that will even be aired out of the gym, much less out of the office. It's pungency is unlike anything he's ever experienced before, carcasses included.

His face is buried in the mask left behind, such a gracious gift from Galactic's most notorious commander, wheezing filtered air as the only consolation. Moving out of here sounded like an absolutely wonderful plan—really, he'd love to move outside—but every inhale brings a sore, jagged point of pain.

Ugh, whatever was behind that kick of hers was fueled much more than the steel toe itself.

He has yet to open his eyes, partially the irritation of such fumes, partially from the disorientation from being shoved against one of the many metal and wood objects all over his office, partially from the pain—Arceus, just about everything was suggesting he was better off just passing out right then and there if he'd ever allow himself.

( i have a crap ton to clean up.. i can't let people know..... )

The slump in his torso shifts a wayward fallen decoration.

What an idiot, he didn't even think to send out a 'mon in the time Jupiter had even revealed herself, quickly ambushed with the disorientation that both Golbat and Bronzong are effective at. He was so easily corralled back in here it was shameful. Roark heaves a sigh, struggling to get a grip—confusion was a hell of a debuff, eh? He really should have known better. Eterna was a hop, skip and a jump away from Oreburgh. Their headquarters for Arceus' sake! Was he really so complacent after that fateful night nearly being deprived of air in the deepness of the mines?

Perhaps so.

Roark tries to open his eyes, carefully, to accustom to the stinging as Skuntank's fumes slowly, agonizingly, sink and permeate into every porous surface in his office. His glasses are nothing but a blurry set of halves and cracked lenses, a further demoralization from the Commander herself. She sent a message, and the one remaining coherent thought that's managed to stick around was that he was going to everything in his power to make sure Volkner doesn't know about this part of their... "conversation".

With a pained heave, Roark finally straps the gas mask around his head, picking up the remains of his glasses to toss them away, effectively useless to him now. Delaying urgent care had to be self-inflicted punishment, and yet it's not all different from a wild encounter with a resurrected fossil to prevent injury to the scientists and further injury to their 'mons ( really, he's just trying to cope and process it all ). Around the office he goes, picking up the fallen documents, office supplies, and haphazardly tossed chairs. The habitual slip into old habits comes to rescue him once again, lost in his thoughts at such quiet hours of the night—how to talk to Volkner about this was at the forefront, leaving him with a bitter worry. The gym leader stumbles a little, trying to crack open as many doors as possible to let the chill of Oreburgh flow throughout the gym, a hand bracing his weight and gliding along the half-lit halls throughout. No other damage, thankfully, but the notion that this would only be the beginning if Roark didn't do something... If there was anything he would not underestimate, it would be her definition of escalation—and there would be no way for him to prepare, nor fight back, like this. The point was to show she was not about to give him ( or volkner, even ) respect or fairness. She didn't play by any rules but her own. Unpredictable, and brutal.

This was, after all, an organization that did not have a clean record.

( and yet he would never, ever know how dirty galactic's hands truly were )

Damnit. He has to see Volkner soon, but it can't be tonight. Not when he's hurting like this, not while the gym smells like it's a toxic waste dump, and certainly not when he has a pounding headache rising up as his survival mode eases up on the numbness. He could probably text him, given Volkner's sleep schedule was arguably worse than his own.

His city's safety is ultimately his highest priority—part of it included ensuring not a single person had a reason to worry about the movements of Galactic's grunts, much less the appearance of their highest ranking staff. The earthquake and Volkner's sudden appearance were concerning enough, where the days following left Roark with enough sympathy that he wanted to practically run from it in the quest for some kind of normalcy again, buried right back in the mines to occupy his days with safety inspections to ensure the tunnels weren't compromised, and if they were, the safest workaround to each quadrant.

..It's cold, his body finally acknowledges. Roark can finally settle the gas mask around his neck by the time he steps outside, the surrounding dirt barely has signs of coercion, much to his dismay. Leaning against the outside wall, just outside the entrance, the mass of stone pressing uncomfortably against his back, he takes another shaking, painful breath, looking at his hands finally.

They're trembling, but not shivering.

He's shaken up and he's still dancing around the fact he did get the shit scared out of him—this could have been much, much worse.

It would have been, if Volkner wasn't involved, wouldn't it?

"...ugh."

An alternative option he can make due with in order to deal with the stench that slowly wafts out of the gym requires him to borrow some 'mons that were currently snoozing at home. A glance at his phone reveals to him the entire counter took barely any time at all—another kick into the curb, so to speak. Most of the time spent here was wallowing in delirium. Now he feels sick to his stomach, and when Roark instinctively inhales, he gasps into a groan of pain, painfully reminding himself of what must have been a broken rib or two.

Just what did they introduce to this peaceful corner of Sinnoh, now...? He didn't know—well, he thought he knew, but he did not know the sheer scope of what Galactic could be capable of.

Realistically, he should be making his way to urgent care, not his home, but... well. He wasn't about to arrive smelling like this, no matter how easily he could explain it was just an unfortunate encounter in the Underground—with the common knowledge of his adventures taking place around this time, it'd just be a funny story in the end. But.. no, he can't lie like that. Home first. Get Leafeon. Get Politoed. Sweet Scent. Give Leafeon a healthy cleanse. Rinse and repeat. It'd be faster to hitch a ride on Ramses at this moment, but.. the idea of jostling around with injuries sounds absolutely horrendous, and Roark is beginning to value the time where all he can hear is the rustle of trees and the coos of the night birds. It's not enough to distract him from his current train of thought, however.

Insolence, huh.. He's awfully surprised she didn't attempt to finish the job, considering the grunts were thwarted that night. Granted, that would cause one hell of a commotion should Roark of all people go down under mysterious circumstances. ...She must have had to reasons to play this out, be it to prolong the suffering or not. Either way, she knew more than he did when it came to Volkner's activities..

( he needs someone to talk to in order to make this long trek home bearable, didn't he? )

He takes a more careful, deep breath, shaking as much as his fingertips are, eventually reaching for his phone again.

[ > Volkner ] hey. are you up still? [ > Volkner ] there's been a lot of galactic activity by sunyshore hasn't there? [ > Volkner ] not trying to be accusing or anything i just got a warning is all

There's no way he could really send anything lightly, was there? Dropping Jupiter's name alone could elicit anything, but.. maybe in the meantime, he could see if she had simply been bluffing ( oh, he's really hoping she was bluffing, but no one bluffs like that ). ..Home feels so far away.

#pridepoisoned #🌙 ━ / asks. #🗻 ━ 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁! / roark ic. #long post #we do not perceive how long ago this was all we care about is jupiter era is in fact just a Lil Traumatizing. :) #electrivolt

[auraspheres]

💀 enemies

💬 enemies because of conflicting ideologies

sorry for trying to take over your island that one time. 😔 (Not sorry at all tbh)

RELATIONSHIP TYPES

That wasn't very sexy of you Jupiter Eris.

But he'll commend her on serving her due punishments and turning a new leaf...as vexed as he still is a little. He can separate personal feelings from following his dogma on letting waves flow instead of stopping them so to speak. No living thing does wrong after all, they were just terribly incredibly irresponsibly misguided. As soon as intention hurts others and Sinnoh he's going to step in as Guardian ... especially since ya know, that's kinda his mine/open training area/protected habitat for Pokemon. She understand's that right?

There's a cautious open hand...but don't mistake leniency for ignorance.

#. ✧ inbox #pridepoisoned #a LOT of side eye tho

[aetherceuse]

As someone who likes to imagine how big businesses/corps would play out in the Pokemon universe, I absolutely love how much detailed thought you put into Lusamine's present role at Aether (and, just in general, how the Foundation works and what its goals are.) 'Soft power' is difficult to write, but you do so very well with your wonderful deep dives into this complex, mysterious character. 💪

Dan! I’m really looking forward to our thread between Eris and Lusamine, it’s on my to-do list for this weekend once I’ve gotten my laptop set up. You have the same interest in exploring the drama and tension of the corporate ego as I do, so I KNOW we are going to write some good shit. Your feedback is especially appreciated, because you were one of the first people who followed me back when I returned to Tumblr RP around this time last year. :) I feel like I grew up a little bit with you! Thank you!

#pridepoisoned #✧˖°.« 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 » Answered

[gnzma]

Examine! A lil’ wild Wimpod, shivering on the beach.

[ EXAMINE... ; ACCEPTING ]

It's a fucking LITTLE GUY. It's a LITTLE DUDE. A funky little motherfucking BABY.

It shivers as he looks up at you. You look around, not seeing any other Wimpod around.

What do we do, Guzma.

WHO GIVES A SHIT ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!! ► TIME TO BUG DAD IT UP

You squat down, looking throw your pockets. The Wimpod stops shivering. It looks at you curiously.

USE:

► OLD CRACKERS CANDY COINS

As soon as you show the Wimpod the crackers, it scuttles closer, taking a few bites at it. It looks up to you. And then...

...and then you guess that you've got a new baby to bring back at the Shady House, huh.

#pridepoisoned #❌|| ɢᴜᴢᴍᴀ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ💀 asks ||❌

[dawnedon]

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”

Even behind Interpol's bars for questioning, former commander Jupiter can't help herself as the newly-victorious Dawn passes through the corridor. A smirk--teasing and venomous--dances upon her lips. (Despite her crimes against Sinnoh, Interpol can't hold her--she'll be out within the week.)

"Oh well, I'm sure we'll see each other again soon enough..."

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | accepting!

Dealing with Interpol was infinitely frustrating for Dawn. She'd been eager to hear about their capture of Jupiter (the fate of the other Commanders was unknown to her, and to the rest of them), but upon arriving, her elation quickly deflated.

"We have her here for questioning, but our hands may be tied."

"What? What do you mean?"

"If she doesn't speak, there isn't much we can do considering Cyrus is missing. She may not be here for long."

"That's ridiculous. There's nothing you can do? There's nothing I can do as Champion?"

"I'm afraid not, Miss Hara. It would take a council hand-chosen by both Interpol and the League administration to-"

"That's-" Cynthia had come to cut off the young girl before she could say anything more. The former Champion seemed just as frustrated as she had been, but there was nothing either of them could do. The law and the League were like oil and water. The League had a great amount of power in their region, but there was only so much they could do without stepping on Interpol's toes. It was a maddening balance that Dawn still had to learn and get used to.

She left the room with a bitter taste in her mouth, Cynthia leaving before her to arrange transportation for them back to Sinnoh's League building - Dawn figured once they got back, they'd be going over everything relating to the Champion and the law after today.

Try as she may to ignore the ex-Commander sitting behind bars, Jupiter's voice had a way of cutting into Dawn. Like poison digging into her spine. The way Jupiter spoke and carried herself was calculated and intentional, and Dawn knew it.

Dawn would stop in her tracks, frigid midnight eyes meeting Jupiter's own poisonous pools.

"What more do I need to say to you?" She replies, ice clinging onto her tone. "We both know what's going to happen to you." An admittance that still made Dawn's blood boil in cold fury. If Dawn was able to have her way, she wondered if Jupiter would be so bold still. Probably, knowing her.

"I wonder what kind of expression you'll wear when the Devil comes knocking. I can promise you - she will come for you." Dawn takes a step back and away from the bars, turning slightly but still keeping her eyes on Jupiter for a moment.

"You can fool everyone else, but you can't fool her. Or me. I hope this is the last I see of you." She speaks over her shoulder, finally taking her leave.

#👻 a noble grief stirred heart‚ always ready to die | platinum. #👻 answered. #pridepoisoned #thank u for the immaculate food once again dan u always deliver 🙏

[evoblue]

Blue listens to Miss Evans carefully. As far as she's concerned, everything checks out. Kanto's energy issues are not news to her, nor does she think that Silph Co. on its own has the resources to pursue that endeavor; it's just never been the company's area of focus. A partnership with another corporation makes sense, though she will have to do some digging of her own to acquaint herself with the likes of Devon. Her own unfamiliarity with the Hoenn region is doing her a disservice, for once.

Surveying the land and its resources sounds like a logical first step when embarking on a venture such as this. A new energy source would need to take into consideration not only the land's available resources but also the needs of the people and pokémon that call the area home.

In all, it sounds like a worthwhile cause if it benefits the region's inhabitants. Being anchored to Kanto for however long might prove to be an inconvenience for Blue, though.

She nods at the older woman. "I understand what you need of me, though I'll need some more information before I can give you my answer. While I admit the project sounds promising, I'm no longer just a traveling trainer and do have my own duties to attend to abroad. Do you have an estimate for how long your project has allocated for data collection? Or maybe any major focus areas? Kanto is a pretty expansive region with varied habitats; this could take a while."

She's not terribly inclined to accept this commitment, if only because she has places to be, her own research to focus on, journals to compile. She hardly spends time in Kanto as it is nowadays, with other regions offering far more enticing research prospects.

@pridepoisoned / continued from here

#pridepoisoned #sorry for the wait Dan!! #even if it's been a while I'm still eager to write this one :eyes: #also i had to move the post since we started it so long ago it was on the legacy editor ghjkfd #thank you for your patience as always! #queued. #ic.

[heroftruth]

✘ Do you ever regret surrendering your Champion title? Some people would kill for that level of prestige and influence, you know.

Truths | accepting 1/10

"I've never regretted giving up the champion title, not even for a second. Before I knew of Plasma's plans I wanted to challenge the league to see how far I could go. I never wanted prestige, I just wanted to grow with my pokemon. After Plasma, I didn't want the title, I didn't want the pressure. I was exhausted and in no position to lead anyone. Alder was the champion Unova needed after Plasma was defeated, not me."

#pridepoisoned #thank you for sending this one was so good

[picavecalyx]

Hmm 10!! Craving Silva content

Silva crossed her arms, eye focused on Eris as intently as a hawk on a serpent it might dig it's talons into. Not that she had any intention to, why would she? When Eris had been...more or less, nice. The worst she could say that happened so far was the initial waking up here. She still wasn't sure if all the details added up. Either way, if she could help then...who was she to complain.

A deep sigh, Silva shaking her head and pressing her hands against her face--against her eye sockets. Her hair was always in the way of one side, it helped--being just enough to obscure the side that had nothing but a flat surface, feathered in it's texture. Like velvet, with energy practically beaming off of it. Of course, these scars had long since spread all over her body. Usually she was intent to hide it, but at this point...?

" i'd say this has been guing un fur uver a year, almust twu years. thugh everytime i wake up frum er...setting uff...time gets slower for a period of time. i process everything in an instant, my body can't catch up! it's made it hard tu keep up with huw much time has really passed. "

Silva shook her head and huffed, hesitating, then pulling aside her bangs, trying to keep it out from her face.

" i'm really trusting yu here...but this was frum the first time i set uff, it was an accident, but it kinda...caused everything tu really gu duwn hill...! "

Silva tapped at the streaks that spread over half her face. Even now the red streaks seemed to glow. Her hands trembled with each tap--remembering it was horrific, even now she couldn't see it clearly. Flashing lights, a stench of stone mixed with death, all culminated by the calling from voices she didn't know if she could trust. Still, even with her trembling, she tried to keep the smile, always stay positive--even in the worst of situations.

" i dun't knuw if this helps but!! "

Top 100 Starters ( accepting ! )

#ic. #verse. pokemon. #pridepoisoned #SDFJISDFJOISDFJIODSJOIFJOSIDFJIOSDJIOFSJOIDFJOSDIFJIODF #my good omens biased really showing that i listened to this That many times . #i had NO IDEA how to turn this song into a starter with eris tbh . me winging it so hard JDIOSFJIOSDFOJISDJIOFJIOSDFJIOSDJIOF

[blastburned]

✘ How do you view your anger? Is it a tool, a gift, a curse?

What causes you to lose control of it?

[Tool and tough lesson. Hard to make me really angry. Not a challenge, just a fact. People act like fools when you say that- that you don't get angry easy. Don't. Had plenty to be angry about, still do. Just let it go.

Lose control of anger when I have to. I need to fight? I stay calm. I need to win? I get angry. Got a pretty good handle on it.]

(you want him to tell you the truth?)

#pridepoisoned #prompt

[skullkxd]

@pridepoisoned sent a note:

There's a flutter of wings from above, and a simple, hastily-scrawled note is dropped on Ree's head. < Mareanie spawn happening tonight, around sunset. Ula'ula coast. >

They know what this means, and who it’s from. Ree frowns quietly at the note, their muscles gripping just a bit too tightly — the paper crinkling underneath their fingertips.

Eris is not the last person they want to see. . . but she’s pretty damn close to the bottom of the list. Still— they promised, and they don’t ever go back on their word if they can help it. Ree stuffs the note in their pocket and gathers up their backpack, slinging it over their shoulder as they grab their cane.

they packed up extra sandals, just in case.

— they get to the beach in quick time. They appear to be alone, for now, but they know that’ll change pretty soon. Ree settles themself in the sand, just a little bit away from the waves, and …

waits.

#pridepoisoned #;; answered

[fleurladari]

^-^

#ic ;; porteur de beauté #hes gonna do something #pridepoisoned

[tapuhauko]

Examine! A fresh Melemele malasada...

Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them. - Accepting // @pridepoisoned

It's a tasty treat! ...At least, it's supposed to be. Yesterday was your first visit to the secret lab ran by Eris. It was a long night, but despite that you barely slept. Not wanting to worry anyone by sleeping in or taking the day off, you made your way over to the nearby malasada shop.

Everyone knows you. Always had, but even more so now. You take the bag of malasada to go, and disappear into the meadows.

Despite not feeling hungry at all, you take a bit of a malasada once you're seated under a huge tree. It tastes like cardboard, with a hint of salt. ...You wipe your eyes and feed the treats to the Pokémon flocking to you instead.

#pridepoisoned #of sunshine and thunderstorms ; ic #electric mail ; asks #ask to tag #just in case #experimentation cw #implied

[subspaceswell]

ERIS IS JUST IN HELL

#ooc #pridepoisoned #WELCOME TO SPACE HELL ERIS