garbagechild: GOD GLUTTONY YOU'RE SO STUPID (I CAN'T EAT AT TACO BELL THOSE ARE CARBS)
[It's not uncommon for Wrath to be sharing screentime with his Pokemon, but in this case, he looks distinctly irritated about it.]

[Behind him is a Lopunny that's a good foot or so taller than him, clad in a dress that is... DAMN FANCY-LOOKING, ACTUALLY. There's like... frills and ribbons and junk.]

[Wrath glares directly into the camera, appealing to the hypothetical audience to side with him.]


She wasn't gonna be happy until Mama and I bought her a DRESS.

And she's still not happy!

Why does she like clothes so much?

Pokemon don't even need to wear clothes like people and things that look like people do.

I wish I was a Pokemon, because then I wouldn't need to wear clothes.



[The Lopunny-- a recent acquisition from the raid he'd performed with Ralph of a wealthy socialite's all-night dinner party, aka Wrath's first Real Mission (tm)-- lets out a huff and taps her long, curved claws impatiently on her arm. She clearly is about as pleased to be paired with Wrath as he is with her.]

[He responds with a huff of his own.]


Hmph.

Anyway, she's brown.

So her name is Dirty.

[The rabbit Pokemon's head whips around, outraged, but Wrath yells right over her angry growl.]

I DON'T CARE, DIRTY!
garbagechild: #myhair #fashionstyle #sharpteeth (things i love about myself:)
[ACTION]


[It's a normal day in the Goldenrod Rocket HQ.]

[Folks are lining up before breakfast to turn in their weekly finds, be they caught or stolen.]

[Among them is Wrath, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed despite the early hour. His sleep schedule is erratic at best and seemingly nonexistent at worst, but he never seems wanting for energy. He is brimming with excitement, practically bobbling in place as he waits in the line with a Pokeball clutched in his hands. He can't wait to get to the front of the line and proudly show off his brand new Abra, caught after hour upon hour of hunting through the long, itchy grass on the far outskirts of the city after receiving a helpful suggestion from Frank Archer. This morning is going to be a good morning!]

[Also among them is Rocket Grunt Carl, who can usually be found sitting by himself in the cafeteria because no one wants to deal with his snobbery and self-titled "meme lord" status. He is smirking broadly and tossing his Pokeball from hand to hand.]

[They are standing next to each other.]




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[VIDEO]


[It's very rare that Wrath addresses the camera directly without shaking it all over the place, and it's even rarer that he actually stages a shot.]

[But today he has.]

[He places the camera down on one of the cafeteria tables-- it's in the base, but there's nobody really around, and it could be ANY food-court type cafeteria really. He plops down facing the camera and stares straight into it.]


Envy.

Envy, look.

[And then he lifts a gelatinous pink blob onto the table, where it quivers gently before blowing an enormous raspberry and spontaneously growing a large amount of long, spiky green hair. Then it turns into a ball with a crude, cartoony approximation of Envy's face on it, and rolls in a couple of circles, making snide squeaking noises.]

[Chest puffed out, Wrath folds his arms and delivers the smuggest damn smirk that an eight-year-old can muster.]


You jelly?
garbagechild: They 'asked me not to come back', and i have been gracious enough to indulge them. They still know who calls the shots here (I'm not 'BANNED' from Olive Garden)
[For what is possibly the FIRST TIME since this kid figured out how to hit the 'post' button, the video is actually STILL.]

[That's because he's set it down on a fence post. The pale, mystical feathers that have been coating every surface like magical dandelion fluff are drifting past on the breeze, but they're not the focus of the video. Instead, the 'Gear's camera seems to be pointed directly into someone's yard, although it's from a little bit of a distance.]

[The place is kind of a dump, with junk littering the corners and lots of weeds. A ramshackle doghouse is erected in the middle, with an upturned waterbowl that doesn't appear to have been filled in some time.]

[A coil of old, frayed rope is tied around one of the boards of the 'house' and at the end of it is a snoozing blue Vaporeon, ear-fins twitching lightly.]

[The view isn't especially zoomed in, but it's still obvious what the Pokemon is.]

[For a time, that's all the video shows.]

[But then Wrath speaks, his voice hushed.]



... I saw the man in that house come home and he didn't even PET her.

Or give her any food.

She looks sad.



[Half an hour later...]




[Now the feed shows HIM, and there's part of a rotten board stuck in his hair. And rope twines in his teeth. And he is cradling something blue that kind of overflows out of his arms in a pile of contented paws and fins.]

This is Sleepy.

She's blue and I love her.
garbagechild: real winners quit (IF IT SUCKS... HIT DA BRICKS!!!)
[The camera bouncing around like a bad found-footage movie seems to be like... A THING with this kid's posts, and this upload is no exception.]

[This time, Wrath has the 'Gear pointed at his face but held out in front of him at arm's length, showing the street winding away behind him as he runs. He's panting raggedly and he keeps looking over his shoulder, at... what seems to be a portly Trubbish, which is flopping its goopy arms and waddling VERY QUICKLY after him, eyes bugging out slightly with the effort it takes to keep up with Wrath.]

[Wrath does not look happy about his tagalong.]

[When his next glance backwards shows that the Pokemon is still following him, he yelps and puts on an extra burst of speed.]


Ah!

Aah!

Leave me alone!

[No explanation or lead-in is offered for WHY this small child is running away from a mobile bag of garbage, but the fact that his hair is full of candy wrappers and unidentified bits of trash might have something to do with it.]

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