Meme.

Should I start asking for suggestions? Five.

Meme.

Oh boy, what have I done. 3/7.

Meme.

2/7!

Meme.

Well that’s one outta seven!

Meme.

“WELL, you’re probably wrong about how long we’ll be stuck in here,” Luken replied, looking from the snowstorm-filled sky, towards the Monarch who was breathing in his hands, an occasional breath-cloud escaping his fingers. “But, we both didn’t know how it was going to snow this heavily,” the sky had been clear hours before when they decided to trek out at Richards’ request: to see the surrounding area of the mountain and the grotto—well, what everyone called a grotto—below. Even then, Luken should have known the weather would sour, he had lived a good amount of years on the mountain,—eleven, give or take—after all. “So don’t worry, it was more my fault if anything, don’t be so hard on yourself, alright?” It stung, quite badly, to see Richard’s gleaming honeyed eyes dim to a petty shade of pyrite.

“Just, rest in there, I’m sure the snowstorm’ll pass soon,” he added on, trying to ignore the shivers that ran down the length of his spine constantly. Quickly he had to find some sort of shelter as the snowstorm worsened, and given his luck—terrible at most, times, quite lucky at other times—he found some…just enough for Richard to fit in, but not enough for the rest of him. Not that he minded… Richard was not as accustomed to the constant freezing temperatures he was worried about, even with all those layers the Monarch was wearing, he was still shivering, especially compared to how little Luken was wearing.

“So, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he finished with a smile on his face, “just rest for a while, and I’ll look around for a different cave in a moment.”

Meme.

Well theoretically you could do that if you followed and unfollowed me, but thank you!

Meme.

Neato!

Meme.

NOT quite grumpy, more so quiet [eerily] quiet, as he sat there staring at nothing in particular, shivering every so often. Where was his friend? Where was he now? All he was aware was that the grass he sat on was not the leaf-covered floor of the forest, the wind was too tropical, too [warm] for the forest he lived in.

Was he moved during his slumber, if he was they should have left his friend with him, the sun was too bright, they should have kept him in the shade, he burned too easily. The only thing he was completely aware of was the brunette female standing a few feet off.

“…”

Not a peep.

Meme.

Oh gods, who knows man. We both have so many blogs the urls probably long jumbled somewhere between there. Guess you could say….our fates intertwined…Perhaps it was…A Destiny called Fate…

NO BUT-

Thank you!

Asbel is basically my all time favorite character, like seriously. Thank you for the blog, but laughs. An old friend coded everything…

But my ocs are purely mine, if not worked together with tameradabsol. Laughs. Robin, Aki, Vermillion-

You know, now that you remind me, I had an old Souji account that basically influenced my Au!Jude…Wonder what happened to that, hums. Maybe I should return to him as well.

Meme.

I can quite firmly say–

SAME.

You’re real cool, don’t forget that.

Put a ₱ into my inbox, and I’ll randomly generate a Pokemon for my muse to give you!

Current number of Pokemon (719) via the National Pokedex provided by Bulbapedia, updated to Kalos.

“LUCAS, LUCAS,” and before his leg even fully formed—hey travelling as a Shadow was rough sometimes—he already grabbed onto the other male’s torso, his voice fully distressed. “Lucas, I’ve done something really bad and I need you to take this from me,” and before he even allowed the other to reply he stood up, still holding onto Lucas’ with a death grip, and pulled out a Premium Ball—then shoved it into the other’s hand.

“Just, take it away from me, I don’t need it, AND I [NEVER] SAW IT,” and it was not even a second later before he turned back into his shadow-like form and [FLED.]

Put a ₱ into my inbox, and I’ll randomly generate a Pokemon for my muse to give you!

Current number of Pokemon (719) via the National Pokedex provided by Bulbapedia, updated to Kalos.

“HEY Jude!,” he greeted, a smile on his face. He quickly trotted over until he stood by the shorter male, “can you do me a favor? I’ve been looking for people to take care of these Pokémon for me since we’ve been running out of room,” he explained before reaching into his pocket and pulling out an orb with a dirtied design—an old Monster Ball.

“Could you take care of this one?” He questioned, holding the Monster Ball out in question. “She won’t do you any harm I promise.”

INDIE CHALLENGE.

Oh friend, but don’t you know how many sideblogs I own? Who knows where I can disappear to on a whim if I so choose. Laughs.

But thank you for this comment, I truly appreciate it.

I appreciate you as well.

INDIE CHALLENGE.

And I have a fair idea who this is as well!

I enjoy all of my partners and appreciate them thoroughly, I’m glad for our rp as well—

Even if I am a little slow.