Nostalgic and emotional is everything. Literally everything BUT YEA HI I MISSED U and new blogs are good too yes 

( come join me :^y or I’ll join you either or-)

i was thinking about coming back here and maybe starting the blog from scratch but also, no,

Sorry, I’m just not feeling up to it anymore. You can find me actively roleplaying on:        apsenti , my Undertale blog. I’m always glad to see people I know on those, provided you're a part of those fanbases. I will not be roleplaying with any Pokémon-based muse any time soon.

     Ask the right questions, he says. No matter what he asks, it will turn into some lecture against pokémon battling. Well, Red cannot lose the brief opportunity that’s been obtained just now, for he wasn’t the type to back on his own word. ‘The right questions.’ Red took a moment for serious pondering, a hand covering up his mouth perhaps to prevent the wrong one from coming out. “You said battles are means to an end. Returning to your last toughest battle, what was the mean and what was the end?”

         «¤»— “ The means are always the same. You should at least know that. ” That question earned the barest hint of a smile, an appeal to Maxie’s superiority whether Red meant it or not.    “ But I’ll humor you. ”            “ If the means were the battle itself, then the end would clearly by victory. If I  d i d  win. ” The smile fell, then, turned something akin to a snarl. “ Stalemate, actually. My opponent wasn’t as useless as I thought. I expected to overpower him from the start, but of course there had to be some kind of trick in his plans -- I’m sure you can guess what I’m getting at and with which opponent. ”

[ i’m just gonna post this because i think we all need to hear it sometimes aesthetics aren’t a competition. you don’t have to keep up. you don’t have to even touch them. once you start, you’re just going to think that someone else is always better than you, that they have better themes or better icons or better promos or their tags are cleaner or their formatting is prettier. but don’t put yourself down because of it. remember, it’s the writing that counts here, and i know everyone says that and it sounds hollow and empty now in the golden age of aesthetics, but listen. the way you’re looking at other people as being better, prettier, whatever, remember that there’s someone out there looking at you the same way. you never have to be the best. having the confidence to make something and put it out there is an amazing feat in and of itself. and even if you don’t know it, there’s someone out there admiring what you do. remember that.]

                  I know my fate.  One  day my name  will  be associated                   with the memory of something tremendous — a crisis                   without equal on earth,  the most  profound  collision of                   conscience,  a decision  that was  conjured  up  against                    everything   that    had    been   believed,   demanded,                                                 hallowed so far.                                                   I am no man.                                         I am D Y N A M I T E.

Pouts at. "You suck at stories." [ srsly kid just wanted a story and u gave him a lecture >:T maxie for worst uncle ever lol ]

           «¤»— Offended by the the littlest things -- and that was in his nature, of course, and Maxie didn’t even want to divulge anything, but that resistance didn’t make it to his mind before the words left his mouth. “ If you want a story, then ask the right questions! ”

· · · ·«¤»—·“ Me and a bunch of assholes are going to start a community inside Mt. Chimney to either die or prove a very ·i m p o r t a n t· ·point.·”