Neko

Realm of a Motherly Gardevoir
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darkcream:

lovely-little-terror:

darkcream:

lovely-little-terror:

darkcream:

Cream was casually scratching at her head bandages. The bump wasn’t hurting at all anymore, and the bandages were a little loose already, meaning she could remove them soon.

The Gardevoir was collecting berries again, holding her semi-full basket in one hand as she plucked berries from trees with the other. She stopped for a moment to let a bunch of Rattata to rush by, before just then continuing on her path.

She went through a bush to reach a berry tree at the other side… but bumped into something that was coming the opposite way into the same bush… or rather, someone.

Cream stopped on her own dress and fell back on her bottom, holding the basket in her arms to prevent from losing it or what she collected so far.

“Oof! What the…? Who is there?”

She looked up to see an human girl, apparently just a kid. She was quite… how to word it, “round”, but not meaning fatness or chubbyness. It was more to the sense that girl looked all soft and cuddly. That was certainly an adorable kid, specially from Cream’s perspective, who adores kids.

“Oh… my bad. I hadn’t seen you coming the other way. But who might you be, little one? I’ve never seen you here before!”

Pucca had been riding on her scooter like the devil for the heck of exploring, passing by a town that had a lot of items based on those things called “pokemon”… what was a pokemon anyway? Oh well probably just a media series outside of Sooga Village.

The little Asian kept riding her devilish drive on the scooter after passing by a village of farmers— Unfortunately they didn’t have a restaurant… she was growing hungry. Oh boy, one of her 3 uncles noodles now would do wonders!

The thought of the food made Pucca lick her lips, but something caught her from the corner of her little narrow eyes. It looked like a bunch of Purple mice, but they were bigger than common mice, rushing inside a forest.

With curiosity getting the best of her, Pucca stopped in front of the forest and left her scooter there, walking inside the thick trees. She didn’t know what waited inside the forest, so it wouldn’t be wise to rush inside with the scooter.

It didn’t take too long until she bumped into something, or rather, someone. She was used to accidented ground since her village was in the mountains, so she managed to balance herself to not fall back like the other one did.

“Eeeeh!”

Pucca walked further out of the bush, and looked down at the one who bumped into her… well, she had no idea of WHAT she was, but that being certainly was very fancy-looking… she just hoped she wasn’t a nose-up, wanna-be popular lady like Ring Ring.

She softly tilted her head to the side, listening to the other one’s apologizes, and replied with a big grin followed by a brief giggle, hinting it was alright.

“Heeheehee!”

Cream blinked at the girl’s lack of speech, but felt relieved once she managed to let her know she wasn’t mad for the awkward bump.

She slowly got up and cleaned a bit of dust off her dress, holding her berry basket in one hand; She smiled apologetically to the kid, trying to also hint her it was alright from her end too.

Though Cream couldn’t help but wonder WHY she was there, out of all the places. Once on her feet, she sure was taller than the young human.

“But why are you here, little one? I take you’re pretty far away from home, aren’t you? And what’s your name?”

“Hmmm…”

Pucca seemed thoughtful for a moment, placing a hand on her chin quietly. But her smile soon returned as an idea struck her, and she pulled out what looked like some kind of card, like one of those… how are them called again? “Get-Better cards”? Oh well. Once handing it to the pale, green-haired lass, Pucca just stood there, letting her read it.

The outside of the card was pink with a big red heart at the cover. Once opened, it read:

“Pucca, from Sooga Village.”

Simple and short… because Pucca had used the rest of the paper to draw hearts and some sort of sketches of what looked like a ninja boy.

Now with her name no longer unknown, Pucca had her big grin again, waving her hellos with her arm a little excitedly.

Aw, how cute. One of those Get-Better cards. Cream would often see those for sale at the town where she tends to buy the gifts she gets for Eridia. She should maybe buy a load of those cards next time she goes there…

Opening the card, the first things that caught her attention was actually all the doodles in there. Hearts , and a certain boy drawn everywhere. Maybe the boy was someone she liked?

Just then she noticed the short text, and she read it out loud.

“… Pucca…. Sooga Village… Hm.”

The Gardevoir lowered the card from her view, seeing the human Chinese girl grinning and waving to her. Dang, why are kids so dang cute!?

“So your name’s Pucca? That’s a pretty different, but adorable none the less!”

Indeed it was. Sounded like the name of something really squishy and huggable, haha. Cream couldn’t help but smile at Pucca’s eagerness.

“But I’ve never heard of this Sooga Village before… must be very far away from here then, I guess?”

“Eheheheheh!”

Pucca let out one of her famous giggles. If a stranger found her cute, Garu certainly does so too despite not showing it, right?

Just then the dango hairstyled kid noticed Cream’s basket full of goodies, and that moment she placed a hand on her belly, feeling like there was a sumo fighter stomping in the empty ground of her stomach, letting out a loud sound.

Pucca softly licked her lips again at the thought of eating noodles, then pulled out an empty oriental bowl, one of those used to eat noodles, and showed it to the Gardevoir.

“Ah?”

Certainly she was hungry, and wanted to know if Cream could give her something to eat.

What was that sound? Sounded like a Snorlax that had just woke from an hibernation with en empty belly. Definitely was a pretty peculiar sound.

Next thing she knew, the kids was showing her a clean empty eating/dishing bowl. That, along with that fainting Wailord sound, made it clean for Cream as to what was the matter.

“Aw, you poor thing. You do look very hungry! Why don’t you join me for now? I’ll make some snacks with those berries once we get home!”

Why not? Something Cream totally would not do was let Pucca there starving.

lovely-little-terror started following you

lovely-little-terror:

darkcream:

lovely-little-terror:

darkcream:

Cream was casually scratching at her head bandages. The bump wasn’t hurting at all anymore, and the bandages were a little loose already, meaning she could remove them soon.

The Gardevoir was collecting berries again, holding her semi-full basket in one hand as she plucked berries from trees with the other. She stopped for a moment to let a bunch of Rattata to rush by, before just then continuing on her path.

She went through a bush to reach a berry tree at the other side… but bumped into something that was coming the opposite way into the same bush… or rather, someone.

Cream stopped on her own dress and fell back on her bottom, holding the basket in her arms to prevent from losing it or what she collected so far.

“Oof! What the…? Who is there?”

She looked up to see an human girl, apparently just a kid. She was quite… how to word it, “round”, but not meaning fatness or chubbyness. It was more to the sense that girl looked all soft and cuddly. That was certainly an adorable kid, specially from Cream’s perspective, who adores kids.

“Oh… my bad. I hadn’t seen you coming the other way. But who might you be, little one? I’ve never seen you here before!”

Pucca had been riding on her scooter like the devil for the heck of exploring, passing by a town that had a lot of items based on those things called “pokemon”… what was a pokemon anyway? Oh well probably just a media series outside of Sooga Village.

The little Asian kept riding her devilish drive on the scooter after passing by a village of farmers— Unfortunately they didn’t have a restaurant… she was growing hungry. Oh boy, one of her 3 uncles noodles now would do wonders!

The thought of the food made Pucca lick her lips, but something caught her from the corner of her little narrow eyes. It looked like a bunch of Purple mice, but they were bigger than common mice, rushing inside a forest.

With curiosity getting the best of her, Pucca stopped in front of the forest and left her scooter there, walking inside the thick trees. She didn’t know what waited inside the forest, so it wouldn’t be wise to rush inside with the scooter.

It didn’t take too long until she bumped into something, or rather, someone. She was used to accidented ground since her village was in the mountains, so she managed to balance herself to not fall back like the other one did.

“Eeeeh!”

Pucca walked further out of the bush, and looked down at the one who bumped into her… well, she had no idea of WHAT she was, but that being certainly was very fancy-looking… she just hoped she wasn’t a nose-up, wanna-be popular lady like Ring Ring.

She softly tilted her head to the side, listening to the other one’s apologizes, and replied with a big grin followed by a brief giggle, hinting it was alright.

“Heeheehee!”

Cream blinked at the girl’s lack of speech, but felt relieved once she managed to let her know she wasn’t mad for the awkward bump.

She slowly got up and cleaned a bit of dust off her dress, holding her berry basket in one hand; She smiled apologetically to the kid, trying to also hint her it was alright from her end too.

Though Cream couldn’t help but wonder WHY she was there, out of all the places. Once on her feet, she sure was taller than the young human.

“But why are you here, little one? I take you’re pretty far away from home, aren’t you? And what’s your name?”

“Hmmm…”

Pucca seemed thoughtful for a moment, placing a hand on her chin quietly. But her smile soon returned as an idea struck her, and she pulled out what looked like some kind of card, like one of those… how are them called again? “Get-Better cards”? Oh well. Once handing it to the pale, green-haired lass, Pucca just stood there, letting her read it.

The outside of the card was pink with a big red heart at the cover. Once opened, it read:

“Pucca, from Sooga Village.”

Simple and short… because Pucca had used the rest of the paper to draw hearts and some sort of sketches of what looked like a ninja boy.

Now with her name no longer unknown, Pucca had her big grin again, waving her hellos with her arm a little excitedly.

Aw, how cute. One of those Get-Better cards. Cream would often see those for sale at the town where she tends to buy the gifts she gets for Eridia. She should maybe buy a load of those cards next time she goes there…

Opening the card, the first things that caught her attention was actually all the doodles in there. Hearts , and a certain boy drawn everywhere. Maybe the boy was someone she liked?

Just then she noticed the short text, and she read it out loud.

“… Pucca…. Sooga Village… Hm.”

The Gardevoir lowered the card from her view, seeing the human Chinese girl grinning and waving to her. Dang, why are kids so dang cute!?

“So your name’s Pucca? That’s a pretty different, but adorable none the less!”

Indeed it was. Sounded like the name of something really squishy and huggable, haha. Cream couldn’t help but smile at Pucca’s eagerness.

“But I’ve never heard of this Sooga Village before… must be very far away from here then, I guess?”

lovely-little-terror started following you

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darkcream:

Cream was casually scratching at her head bandages. The bump wasn’t hurting at all anymore, and the bandages were a little loose already, meaning she could remove them soon.

The Gardevoir was collecting berries again, holding her semi-full basket in one hand as she plucked berries from trees with the other. She stopped for a moment to let a bunch of Rattata to rush by, before just then continuing on her path.

She went through a bush to reach a berry tree at the other side… but bumped into something that was coming the opposite way into the same bush… or rather, someone.

Cream stopped on her own dress and fell back on her bottom, holding the basket in her arms to prevent from losing it or what she collected so far.

“Oof! What the…? Who is there?”

She looked up to see an human girl, apparently just a kid. She was quite… how to word it, “round”, but not meaning fatness or chubbyness. It was more to the sense that girl looked all soft and cuddly. That was certainly an adorable kid, specially from Cream’s perspective, who adores kids.

“Oh… my bad. I hadn’t seen you coming the other way. But who might you be, little one? I’ve never seen you here before!”

Pucca had been riding on her scooter like the devil for the heck of exploring, passing by a town that had a lot of items based on those things called “pokemon”… what was a pokemon anyway? Oh well probably just a media series outside of Sooga Village.

The little Asian kept riding her devilish drive on the scooter after passing by a village of farmers— Unfortunately they didn’t have a restaurant… she was growing hungry. Oh boy, one of her 3 uncles noodles now would do wonders!

The thought of the food made Pucca lick her lips, but something caught her from the corner of her little narrow eyes. It looked like a bunch of Purple mice, but they were bigger than common mice, rushing inside a forest.

With curiosity getting the best of her, Pucca stopped in front of the forest and left her scooter there, walking inside the thick trees. She didn’t know what waited inside the forest, so it wouldn’t be wise to rush inside with the scooter.

It didn’t take too long until she bumped into something, or rather, someone. She was used to accidented ground since her village was in the mountains, so she managed to balance herself to not fall back like the other one did.

“Eeeeh!”

Pucca walked further out of the bush, and looked down at the one who bumped into her… well, she had no idea of WHAT she was, but that being certainly was very fancy-looking… she just hoped she wasn’t a nose-up, wanna-be popular lady like Ring Ring.

She softly tilted her head to the side, listening to the other one’s apologizes, and replied with a big grin followed by a brief giggle, hinting it was alright.

“Heeheehee!”

Cream blinked at the girl’s lack of speech, but felt relieved once she managed to let her know she wasn’t mad for the awkward bump.

She slowly got up and cleaned a bit of dust off her dress, holding her berry basket in one hand; She smiled apologetically to the kid, trying to also hint her it was alright from her end too.

Though Cream couldn’t help but wonder WHY she was there, out of all the places. Once on her feet, she sure was taller than the young human.

“But why are you here, little one? I take you’re pretty far away from home, aren’t you? And what’s your name?”

lovely-little-terror started following you

Cream was casually scratching at her head bandages. The bump wasn’t hurting at all anymore, and the bandages were a little loose already, meaning she could remove them soon.

The Gardevoir was collecting berries again, holding her semi-full basket in one hand as she plucked berries from trees with the other. She stopped for a moment to let a bunch of Rattata to rush by, before just then continuing on her path.

She went through a bush to reach a berry tree at the other side… but bumped into something that was coming the opposite way into the same bush… or rather, someone.

Cream stopped on her own dress and fell back on her bottom, holding the basket in her arms to prevent from losing it or what she collected so far.

“Oof! What the…? Who is there?”

She looked up to see an human girl, apparently just a kid. She was quite… how to word it, “round”, but not meaning fatness or chubbyness. It was more to the sense that girl looked all soft and cuddly. That was certainly an adorable kid, specially from Cream’s perspective, who adores kids.

“Oh… my bad. I hadn’t seen you coming the other way. But who might you be, little one? I’ve never seen you here before!”

Cream fears that someday she might indeed kill Zero on accident with her “Snorlax hugs”.

Eh, actually, she worries about possibly saying out anything that might upset Zero, more precisely, unintentionally remind him of whatever upset him and led him to want to hide and keep a low profile.

(>^ ▽^) >

Good thing you didn’t send it from your Pulseman blog, because if you did I’d be shocked.

*BRICKED FOR TERRIBLE PUNS*

(>^ ▽^) >

HUGE SQUEEZY LUGIA HUGGGGGGG AHHHHHHH! <3

(๏_๏) (∩ -∩ ) (>∇<)

Stalkers?

STALKERS!?

AHHHHH STALKERS IN MY HOUSEEEE! *Bricked*

(๏_๏) - I stalk your blog

(¬_¬) - You should go away

( - ) - I really like you(r blog)

(° o °) - you shock me

(^ 3 ^) - I want to kiss you

(>^ ▽^) > - I want to hug you

°Д°) - You scare me

( T_T ) - You annoy me

(~_~;) - I’m too shy to talk to…

(・・;) - How did I end up here?

(UnU) - you never talk to me

(><) - we should rp!

(≧∇≦) - WE NEED RP SMUT ME YOU NAO

(^///^) - Something too naughty to say

(X ~ X) - Delete your blog

((Assuming about Pulseman))

Well, Cream worries about her computer getting blue screens or unexpected shut downs while he might be lurking in her PC. XD

No seriously. 

She worries he might label her inconsiderate, seeing she defies logic and the laws of physics and gravity with her psychic powers, and being a non-human creature, knowing Pulse is uninterested in things that are rather mythological or that breaks logic.

Send me a ✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours.
beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

 I hate it when a roleplayer agrees to roleplay with me, but when I put up a starter and constantly remind them, they don’t answer. And if they do, I feel like they’re doing it just to get me to shut up. It especially hurts when they forget about me and even when they say they’re busy or cannot roleplay, they roleplay anyways with other people.

This. Exactly. Accurately accurate. Every bit of it. Every word.
I’m starting to get tired of trying and trying, only to see my attempts to die off after like the 3rd or 5th reply, or get completely ignored. And people get me to shut up saying they’re with either writers or ideas block, but still are creative, active and willing as they RP with everybody else.
I’m losing hope and faith in here, as I appear to be always unwanted and unwelcomed, but no one says it explicit just as an attempt to be polite. It hurts, or don’t you know that?
To have friends here you’ve known basically ever since joining Tumblr over an year, and today you see they see you as nothing more than an acquaintance rather than a friend…. One-sided friendship hurts way more than rivalry.
I might consider just retiring my muses and quitting…
I wonder if that’s the dormant feeling people here have about me to begin with.
I shouldn&#8217;t be surprised though&#8230; I was excluded my whole life&#8230; I was probably a fool for thinking it would change now&#8230;

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

 I hate it when a roleplayer agrees to roleplay with me, but when I put up a starter and constantly remind them, they don’t answer. And if they do, I feel like they’re doing it just to get me to shut up. It especially hurts when they forget about me and even when they say they’re busy or cannot roleplay, they roleplay anyways with other people.

This. Exactly. Accurately accurate. Every bit of it. Every word.

I’m starting to get tired of trying and trying, only to see my attempts to die off after like the 3rd or 5th reply, or get completely ignored. And people get me to shut up saying they’re with either writers or ideas block, but still are creative, active and willing as they RP with everybody else.

I’m losing hope and faith in here, as I appear to be always unwanted and unwelcomed, but no one says it explicit just as an attempt to be polite. It hurts, or don’t you know that?

To have friends here you’ve known basically ever since joining Tumblr over an year, and today you see they see you as nothing more than an acquaintance rather than a friend…. One-sided friendship hurts way more than rivalry.

I might consider just retiring my muses and quitting…

I wonder if that’s the dormant feeling people here have about me to begin with.

I shouldn’t be surprised though… I was excluded my whole life… I was probably a fool for thinking it would change now…

Parental Inexperience (@Lifesaversoffice, open)

lifesaversoffice:

darkcream:

lifesaversoffice:

Lifesaver couldn’t help but laugh at the couple’s antics.  ”You two are going to make wonderful parents, I can tell.  So long as you two maintain clear communication, you will do well in raising the little one.  But Cream, don’t be surprised when he starts to use a teasing nickname for you…”  He smirked a bit.  This was quite humorous indeed.

Sir Lancelot blinked at Lifesaver’s insinuation, and actually made a “Hmmmmm….” sound. He hadn’t thought of teasing his wife back, but the doctor just gave him the idea… and it sounded fair.

Cream slowly released his cheek, very quiet for a moment as she looked down at their egg.

“… but a social life is very important for children… it actually is for adults too… But even if our offspring has me and Lance… what if it ends up getting the same social issues I did…?”

After finding herself without her parents, Cream definitely had an emotionally miserable childhood. People didn’t want to become friends with her, and she’d always feel undesired, hence why she isolated herself in her house till adulthood. It however made her a very bitter child. She actually felt like the same way she did back in her Kirlia stage with many of her friends from out of her forest.

What bothered her is that the same could happen to their kid, and it would be something she would have little to no control over.

“Well, you’re already aware of a potential problem.  From there, you can plan to avoid said problem.  Take your child out and socialize.  Having a strong family is very important, but you are correct in that children also need a healthy social life.”

Lifesaver yawned a bit; the coffee hadn’t done nearly enough to properly supplement his energy supply.  ”I’m terribly sorry, but I must go an recharge.  If you would like, you can come in a little closer to the little one’s hatching so I can check on it for you, if that would ease your worries a bit.”

“M… maybe… But… Um. I just hope I don’t try socializing and our child ends up being bullied…?”

Cream was probably dwelling too much, but still had a point. The last thing she’d ever want was have their baby suffer what she did in her childhood — And apparently adulthood as well —, specially because she knew well how it could be destructive.

“… calm down… it will… be okay… Mint.”

Sir Lancelot’s nickname for her actually pulled her out of her dwelling, allowing her to notice Lifesaver’s yawn.

“Oh. That would be great, doctor!”

She got off her seat, taking her unhatched egg in her arms, her husband getting up as well after a moment.

“We apologize for taking way more of your time than needed.”

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

 I hate it when a roleplayer agrees to roleplay with me, but when I put up a starter and constantly remind them, they don’t answer. And if they do, I feel like they’re doing it just to get me to shut up. It especially hurts when they forget about me and even when they say they’re busy or cannot roleplay, they roleplay anyways with other people.

This. Exactly. Accurately accurate. Every bit of it. Every word.
I’m starting to get tired of trying and trying, only to see my attempts to die off after like the 3rd or 5th reply, or get completely ignored. And people get me to shut up saying they’re with either writers or ideas block, but still are creative, active and willing as they RP with everybody else.
I’m losing hope and faith in here, as I appear to be always unwanted and unwelcomed, but no one says it explicit just as an attempt to be polite. It hurts, or don’t you know that?
To have friends here you’ve known basically ever since joining Tumblr over an year, and today you see they see you as nothing more than an acquaintance rather than a friend…. One-sided friendship hurts way more than rivalry.
I might consider just retiring my muses and quitting…
I wonder if that’s the dormant feeling people here have about me to begin with.

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

 I hate it when a roleplayer agrees to roleplay with me, but when I put up a starter and constantly remind them, they don’t answer. And if they do, I feel like they’re doing it just to get me to shut up. It especially hurts when they forget about me and even when they say they’re busy or cannot roleplay, they roleplay anyways with other people.

This. Exactly. Accurately accurate. Every bit of it. Every word.

I’m starting to get tired of trying and trying, only to see my attempts to die off after like the 3rd or 5th reply, or get completely ignored. And people get me to shut up saying they’re with either writers or ideas block, but still are creative, active and willing as they RP with everybody else.

I’m losing hope and faith in here, as I appear to be always unwanted and unwelcomed, but no one says it explicit just as an attempt to be polite. It hurts, or don’t you know that?

To have friends here you’ve known basically ever since joining Tumblr over an year, and today you see they see you as nothing more than an acquaintance rather than a friend…. One-sided friendship hurts way more than rivalry.

I might consider just retiring my muses and quitting…

I wonder if that’s the dormant feeling people here have about me to begin with.