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[maine-writes]

The Kalos Trip, Part 2

Now seeing how neither Squirt, Bulbetta, or Chip could actually fly, the red-headed pokemon trainer and her team had to go to Kalos the old-fashioned way; by plane. 

The whole, non-stop trip was long and arduous. Twelve hours long and incredibly dull, to be precise. Pikafu spent the whole plane ride giddily scanning through her invitation, burning the image into memory. Squirt and Bulbetta sat closer to the window, although Squirt didn’t quite enjoy the view. It was a lot farther from the ground than he expected. 

“What’s so great about this place we’re going to?” the sassy Bulbesaur asked, fed up with Pikafu’s inhuman squealing and constant shaking. “I’ve never even heard of this Chateau du Rat Love place.” 

“It’s called Chateau de Raton Laveur.” her trainer corrected her, grossly mispronouncing everything, “And neither have I, but I remember what G-Ma told me: If someone invites you to a party, you go. It’s nice and there’s usually free food.” 

“Wait, did you say Chateau de Raton Laveur?” Squirt asked, strangely surprised with their destination. “Is that where we’re going?!” 

“No, we’re going to Alola for a luau.” Bulbetta replied, a tad heavy-handed with the sarcasm. 

The little Squirtle hasily dug through his small green knapsack, its contents rattling about loudly. Soon, he produced a magazine titled, Cerulean Weekly, a picture of Misty, the famous gym leader, on the cover. He quickly flipped through the pages before showing the duo a picture of a pictureqsue (which I believe may be intentional) chateau, a cross between a castle, a palace, and a mansion. Surrounding it were fountains, perfectly groomed gardens, and various statues. 

“This is where we’re going?!” Squirt repeated, dumbfounded that he was now just finding out, despite Pikafu having repeatedly mentioned that they’re going to said Chateau de Raton Laveur. 

“Why? Pikafu curiously inquired, “What is it?”

“It’s only the Gym to go to!” Squirt explained, “Well, they’re called Chateaus, there’s six of them in Kalos, run by people called Nobles, they’re sort of like prestigious Gyms. But this one of the big ones. They only do events and invite famous trainers, or those the gym leader believes has potential.”

As Squirt went on and on, explaining the history of the Chateaus, a small spark burst into life in Pikafu. A thought; a silly thought, really, came to the forefront of her mind. She’s just a regular pokemon trainer, living in a weird house in Kanto, why would a noble of Kalos take notice of her? 

To her, this little adventure is now a lot more than free food.

“So wait,” Bulbetta interjected, “They don’t have badges. They have shields?”

“It’s kinda like a fancy badge.” Squirt said, “But they say that if you manage to earn the one from Raton Laveur, you’re instantly considered a celebrity.”

This is now her chance at stardom. 

Meanwhile, in First Class…

“I can’t believe we’re going to Lumiose City!” Chichi the Chikorita cheered, “Center of fashion, home of celebrities, and the city of romance.”

“Yeah, who woulda thought that Cy-” Toma began before being interrupted by Quill. 

“It wasn’t that hard to guess the song!” the little Cyndaquil laughed, trying to drown out his Totodile friend’s remark. “We Are The Sludge Wave by Koffing and the Toxics, featuring DJ Raifu.”

“Well, thanks to you, we get to spend the weekend there!” Chichi said. 

“Maybe we’ll meet some famous people there!” Toma laughed, amused by the idea. 

Unbeknownst to them, in the seats behind them, Chip happily (or at least, I assume happily, it’s hard to tell when he doesn’t exactly emote) spent the whole twelve hours listening to music and watching movies. 

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[askmisspikafu]

Ah, yes. Family road trips. Nothing quite like flying in a metal box with nothing but hundreds of feet of atmosphere beneath you. A truly heartwarming experience :)

[maine-writes]

The Kalos Trip, Part 1

It was a morning like any other in the Pikafu household; the Rattatas were scampering about in the yard, Fledge the Post-Pidgey delivered the mail, and an eerie wail came from the attic. But what came as an unexpected surprise was the strange letter that came in the mail. 

However, when Bulbetta sifted through said mail, she failed to notice it. When Squirt took a quick glance at the messy pile she left on the table, he also failed to notice it. It wasn’t until Chip pulled the envelope out from under the pile of junk mail did anyone actually take notice of it, albeit silent notice. 

Written in rather fine calligraphy on the front of the envelope were the words, “𝒯𝑜 𝒫𝒾𝓀𝒶𝒻𝓊”. On the back, sealing the envelope shut was a red wax seal with a raccoon face pressed into it. Visibly impressed (which is a rare sight, indeed), Chip took the package over to Pikafu, who was quite absorbed in a bit of light reading, specifically a book titled, “Bringing Family Closer Together” by Shou Tucker. 

“Here.” said the stoic Charmander, poking the red-headed human with the envelope. “For you.”

Although intrigued, and pretty excited to actually open the envelope, Pikafu was at a loss on how to open it without destroying the fancy package. Luckily, Chip had a letter opener available, which was essentially a tiny sword. As soon as the envelope was opened, a pleasantly sweet scent filled the room. 

“It’s scented!” Pikafu exclaimed, surprised with the amount of care put into the letter. “Fancy envelope. Fancy seal. Fancy smell. It’s gotta be something cool.”

While she scanned through the letter, Bulbetta and Squirt entered the room, curious about the commotion their human was making. 

“What’s with all th-?” Bulbetta began before taking notice of the sweet smell in the air, “What’s that?”

Squirt took a quick whiff and his eyes lit up like stars in the night. “Vaniville Bloom.” he smiled, “A classic perfume from the Kalos region.”

“Since when did you know so much about perfume?” Bulbetta inquired suspiciously. 

“Since he learned Emma Meowstic wears it.” Chip quickly replied, much to Squirt’s embarassment. 

“She, she’s just really cool and she’s going 31-4 and shehasashotattheKalosRegionalsandIrespectthat!” the little Squirtle stammered before becoming completely incoherent, his face now a vibrant shade of red. 

“Nevermind about that, guys!” Pikafu chimed in, glimmering with excitement, “We’re going on a trip!”

As the red-headed trainer sprinted to her room to pack, the letter gracefully fluttered down into the waiting vines of Bulbetta. 

Dear Pikafu

You and your pokemon companions are hereby cordially invited to the Chateau de Raton Laveur, just outside of Lumiose City, for a dinner party. Please note that this is a formal event, so plan your attire accordingly. (Look cute!)

Sincerely, Patricia DiDelphi, Head of Household

@askmisspikafu

[askmisspikafu]

It’s a little known fact... wild Pikafus are attracted to the smell of free food.

Thank you for another wonderful read! Sorry it took so long to repost ^.^” I’m really looking forward to reading the rest of it!

[askmisspikafu]

Going on Hiatus

Hey all. I know I haven’t posted for a while and I apologize for that. I’m still trying to get myself adjusted to my “new life” and I just can’t figure out what to do with myself. It doesn’t help that my brain is BURSTING with everything I want to do with Miss Pikafu and crew ( make an official comic, start an Instagram, do live-streaming, host a holiday giveaway, etc.) But there’s so much going on in my real life that I just can’t physically wrap my head around any of it... Until I get myself together.

Therefore, I’m going on an official hiatus. During which, I’ll continue to work on MP story stuff. If you need me for anything, you can find me through my mod blog at introvertedgingerhead.tumblr.com… Albeit, it’s mostly Pokémon, superheroes, and cute animal reblog-y stuff.

What does this mean for you?

Pros:

-The website will remain up. You can still enjoy all the old stuff throughout the hiatus.

-I will still reblog fanfics and fanarts

-The Paper Pikafus will still be available (just email me at [email protected])

Cons:

-I will be turning the askbox off.

-I won’t be posting any Qs and As or my original artwork until further notice.

I don’t feel right leaving without giving you guys a proper thanks. I have so much to be grateful for, especially my most supportive followers (you know who you are ^.^) If I could paint a picture to show my gratitude, there wouldn’t be enough colors to paint with. I love seeing your reactions to my characters. It’s more that what I deserve, and it fills me with joy!

I hope next time I’m here, I’ll be better than before. But until then, I’ll catch ya later.

[askmisspikafu]

WIP: A rare moment in the Pikafu house? Linework.

[colt-zephyr]

Fluff (Part 3 of ? )

Bodies littered the battlefield, bodyparts strewn across the landscape in chaos. No matter where you looked, scenes of destruction and death turned to face you, the abyss staring directly towards you.

A soldier cried bitter tears, clutching at the remains of his bottom half. His last thoughts were unfocused, as he tried in vain to pull them away from the scenes surrounding him. He tried to think of his loved ones, desperately trying to make his last thoughts one of happiness, but all that met him was a dark, empty void of all light. He wasn’t even aware of his comrade, sat beside him trying to keep his friend together, two lonely soldiers left of the battle.

The attack had come from nowhere, it seemed, the monster emerging from the east in a cloud of choking black smoke. At first, it was shapeless, as it mowed down the innocents of the kingdom, breaking families in two without stopping, and without remorse. It’s shape grew with the chaos, and the ruin, thin and sharp, impossibly so.

No mercy could be seen behind it’s eyes, as it sliced its way through the poor souls that found the misfortune of standing in it’s way. Their weapons were next to useless, swords and shields shredded into pieces by mere touches.

The Royals had tried to flee, escaping to the west, but their path was easily blocked by the incredible speed of the monster, their heads severed at the neck before they could make it out of sight of the capital. Despite the loss of their leaders, this new position gave the soldiers hope, that they could destroy the beast from above.

The wave of paratroopers was decimated in a few simple blows, their parachutes and gliders julienned by the slashing blades of the colossus. Men fell to the ground, dead before they left their craft.

More soldiers were brought in to fight, terrified farmers and builders given weapons and pushed to the front lines, they were the last hope.

The only hope.

A hope that was split, dashed and skewered a thousand times over. Not a single soul had survived the onslaught of blows and cuts, the destruction of an entire species brought to a horrifiying conclusion before any single individual had learnt the name of their killer. A killer who now stood, in the middle of the battlefield, barely tired by the events.

The last soldier closed his eyes, and with a single tear, he left his body behind.

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“How in the name of Arceus did you manage to be captured by three hundred pieces of paper?” Sable stood on the coffee table, looking at MP with a curious look. His tone implied a search for blame, although his eyes held no hint of such. Understandable as they were blank and lidless. “I mean, it’s not like they were much of a threat.”

“They were threatening to use the artwork on the fridge, what was I supposed to do?” The redhead asked indignantly, pushing her arm out and breaking the flimsy paperchains with ease. “Nevermind that, who are you? Why did you come out of my chimney?”

The sound of the front door opening was heard, and four from outside stepped in.

“Hey, MP. Nice to see you’re unharmed.” Atlas grinned, looking around the room at the shredded paper. Chip immediately threw himself at the phone on the table, and in one fluid motion the charmander rolled himself onto a beanbag, flicking his digits across the screen. Bulbetta busied herself with a green cushion on the floor, making sure it was clean of scratches and cuts, before sitting down on it.

Squirt sat himself on the sofa beside MP, looking at her with concern.

“I suppose I have you to thank for the rescue then, Atlas? Good thing you came when you did. The Roomba had gone back to its charging station and they were beginning an industrial revolution.”

The pony grinned, nodding his head a little. “Anytime, MP. I actually came to ask for YOUR help, though.”

MP raised an eyebrow, giving a nervous chuckle and rubbing the back of her head. “What with?”

Atlas looked around, and took a seat on a spare chair. “Well, let me first tell you a story.”

_________

With @askmisspikafu, a small look into the horrors of a papery war.

[askmisspikafu]

MP: "So glad I used enchanted paper instead of Legos..."

Yet another great chapter. It was cool to see the paper army's point of view! Can't wait to read more ^.^

[askmisspikafu]

What if… They Played Dungeons and Dragons?

Here’s how I envision Bulbetta as a DnD character. I really think she’d choose some sort of woodsy, half-orc barbarian since the race and class matches her type and personality so well. I’m thinking she’d arm herself with poisonous mushrooms and other plants, as well as the pelts from defeated beasts. What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments :D

Mediums: sharpie marker and mechanical pencil on drawing paper.

[askmisspikafu]

Hangin' at a friend's house. Just doodlin'

[askmisspikafu]

speaking of regions, what region are you in? what town?

Except for the occasional creaking in the attic and flickering lights, I have no complaints. The old lady that used to live here sold it for a really great price! Such a funny woman… so strangely obsessed with stickers…

(Note: Map of Kanto belongs to it’s rightful owners.)

[colt-zephyr]

Fluff (Part two of ? )

“We’ve lost another three workers to the beast, my lady.”

The papery creation slammed a fist down, gritting her teeth a little. “Curses! That demon continues to assault our forces!”

The two stood atop a glass coffee table, on a throne of mugs. They could see far across their new kingdom from their position, from the great plains of the Lounge, to the high peaks of Kitchen. The queen of this new domain gave an angry sigh, turning to her advisor. “Who is my military organiser?”

The identical origamic MP consulted a tiny piece of cardboard, making a few humming noises. “that would be Paperfu, my lady.”

“Send him to fight the beast alone, and give paperfu a promotion.”

“At once, my lady.”

________

MP sat in her chair, watching as the tiny beings threw one of their own at her Munchlax-themed Roomba, and gave a slight private chuckle. The ‘ropes’ around her weren’t much to stop her, simple paper chains that she could’ve broken by just moving her arms, but she didn’t allow her deluded captors to know this. They weren’t smart, but there were a lot of them. A fresh papercut on her thumb stung to remind her.

The troubles had started after she’d gone to sleep the night before. After carefully printing, folding and assembling a few paper versions of herself, she had left them on the table and gone to sleep. At some point in the night, however, it appeared something magical had happened.

The folded paper had come to life suddenly, and following the instructions carelessly left, they’d begun to multiply and divide, spawning version after version. They’d run out of coloured paper, and discovered that plain paper created lifeless statues, although from the sounds in her kitchen, they were trying an alchemical route.

The copies littered her home now, trying to achieve some sense of domination over the strange world they found themselves in. They’d found Chip’s phone and managed to turn it on, although they were baffled by the password screen. The Roomba and Blender reduced their numbers a little, and more than one had been lost in an expedition into Bulbetta’s room.

From the noises outside, MP could guess her trio was fighting those that tried to move outside, keeping the situation contained.

__________

“Yeah, they’re really dumb but they’ve discovered lemon juice so the cuts sting really badly.” Bulbetta swiped her vines across the doorstep, knocking the crumpled and ashed remains into a flowerpot. “They better not be messing with my stuff!”

“If they’re easy to beat, why haven’t you just gone in and stopped them?” Atlas glanced at the house, raising one eyebrow in confusion. A paperfu warrior armed with a cardboard sword was staring at him, fear filling her eyes.

“We don’t want to damage the house.” Chip flicked his hands awkwardly, clearly uneasy without something to occupy his claws. “Or my phone.”

“And… There’s no way of telling… What they may do to MP.” Squirt put his hands to his face, rubbing it a little anxiously. Sable sat on the mailbox, looking at the front of the house.

“You guys have a chimney?”

“Yes. For Santa.” Squirt replied, looking at the Sableye with a confused, slightly panicked expression as the pokemon tapped his claws together in thought.

“So why don’t I sneak in and have a look?”

__________

Pokemon movie: Pikafu and the army of paperfu

With Chip, Squirt, Bulbetta and of course MP from @askmisspikafu

[askmisspikafu]

Oh my gosh! This is so entertaining! Thank you Jewel-atlas! Can’t wait to read more ^//.//^

[askmisspikafu]

So, mom and I were just out shopping at a local art store, when outta the blue this GINORMOUS drawing pad thingy appears in front of me. After some prompting, (actually, a LOT of prompting... never been very good at sharing my artwork in RL,) I decided to leave a little doodle there. Even though it was out of my comfort zone, I like to think that there's some Poke'fans who'd get a kick out of it anyway. (Thanks to Mom for her fancy handwriting and prompting, and kudos to the store guys for this magnificent pad of paper.)

[maine-writes]

Raccoon Reports

Twas’ a regular day in the life of a redheaded Pokemon trainer. The sun was shining (mostly, the clouds were in the way), the birds were chirping (or delivering mail), and the roaring crowd at her doorstep was chanting loudly (wait, roaring crowd?). 

Pikafu was staring out at the immense crowd gathered in her front yard, her Pikachu head-shaped mug just barely hanging on her fingers. Below her, also staring out at the crowd, were her three Pokemon; Bulbetta, Squirt, and Chip, all of whom were holding themed mugs of each other. 

“What in the wide, wide world of battles is going on?” Bulbetta uttered, her eyes wide in both amazement and confusion. 

“So. Many. Eyes.” Squirt squeaked, shaking where he stood. 

Chip, unlike the rest of them, seemed completely unaffected (or rather, indifferent) by the commotion. He shrugged, pulled out his phone, snapped a quick picture of the crowd, and posted it. 

Curious, Pikafu decided to open her front door to address the crowd. Which, quite honestly, was the absolute worst decision one could possibly make in such a situation. As soon as her door creaked open, thousands of raving fans squealed and cheered, clammoring to get a picture with her. Through the chaotic cacophony, she could hear one name; Misty. 

“Misty! I’m your biggest fan!” one man would cry. 

“Misty! Take a picture with me!” another would yell. 

“Misty. Let me touch your hair.” an eerie female voice would whisper in her ear, but with nobody around. 

“Nope.” Pikafu frankly stated, “I’m out of here.” 

With a great degree of skill, hardship, and Bulbetta’s freakishly strong vines, Pikafu pushed the cheering crowd away from her door and shut it. As she leaded back on her door, she wondered aloud, “Why do they think I’m Misty?” 

There was a quick tug on her shirt, and there stood Chip, holding his phone up to her. On it was a video from PL! News, the popular Pokemon League celebrity newscast. 

“The Tomboyish Mermaid, living in a modest house!?” announced a familiar voice as two pictures appeared on the screen; one of the popular Water-type Gym Leader, Misty, and one of Pikafu dressed up as Misty. (To be quite honest, the likeness is uncanny.)

Sitting at a desk in a studio was a familiar looking raccoon wearing a large (and ridiculously obviously fake) mustache. As he spoke, the mustache moved comically. 

“The popular, and still single, gym leader was spotted in a modest house in a residential neighborhood in an indeterminate town.” the anchoraccoon continued, “What has she been doing these last few days? We now go live to a correspondent on the scene. Maine?”

For the first few seconds after cutting to the live feed of the front of Pikafu’s house, Maine the raccoon, who was wearing a tan fedora and a similarly colored trench coat, stared awkwardly at the camera. The fedora (which was not a trilby) had a card stuck to the black band with the word “PRESS” printed in large letters. 

“Thanks Maine.” he finally said, “We’re coming to you live from the outside of the alleged home of Misty, where thousands of adoring fans have come from all across the region and beyond to catch a glimpse of the young gym leader.” 

Behind the raccoon were dozens of large, handmade signs with various messages. Some of which were blurred out for televisual purposes, some proclaiming their love for Misty, and some which were strangely out of place, such as the one declaring Team Skull’s superiority over Team Rocket. 

“I’ve just gotten word that we have another correspondent inside the building to give an interview.” Maine informed the anchoraccoon, and by extension the audience. 

“Inside?” Pikafu muttered, struggling to process what she was watching. 

Suddenly, and to Pikafu’s surprise (and Bulbetta’s chagrin), a secret hatch in her floorboards flipped open and Maine climbed out, followed by a Gardevoir carrying a very large camera. The raccoon, who also wore the same outfit as the raccoon outside (who is arguably the same raccoon), wielded an old-fashioned microphone. 

“Ready for your fifteen minutes of fame?” the raccoon smiled, speaking unusually fast. “Don’t answer that. Rhetorical question. Of course you are! Now smile for the camera.”

The Gardevoir held the large camera on her shoulder, the lens whirred as it focused on Squirt, who was shaking and sweating uncontrollably. “Remember.” said the Gardevoir, a sly, mischievous smile curling upon her lip, “All eyes are on you.”

“Ca-ca-ca-camera?” the nervous Squirtle stuttered. “So, so, so m-m-many eyes.” 

In an instant, Squirt retreated into his shell, which clattered as he shook inside it. 

“Maine.” Bulbetta hissed as she wrapped a vine around the reporter raccoon’s neck. “Before I throttle the fur off of you, mind explaining what the Distortion World is going on?!” 

“Oh that.” the raccoon said, “This’ll take a while, so might as well make ourselves comfortable.” 

With a snap of his crittery paw (or fingers attached to that paw, if fingers are actually on paws), the group found themselves in an office attached to a newsroom. Painted on the glass window of the door in black paint were the words “Editor-in-chief” and “R. Raton Raccoon”. 

There was a desk with an assortment of papers and pictures, a photo of an opossum, and a golden Smeargle statuette with the words “Daily Smeargle” on the base. 

“Seriously?” Bulbetta remarked, “You work at a daily newspaper?”

“Work?” Maine laughed, “I founded it! Built it from the ground up thirty year ago. Then I hired myself. I also bought PE! from the sad old geezer who owned it.”

“So if you’re the editor here, and a news anchor and at least two reporters at another,” Pikafu pondered, struggling to wrap her head around the strange circumstances the raccoon has explained thus far, “Who’s the owner?”

“Legally, it can’t be me.” Maine admitted, “So I gave it to Ostrich. Good bird, handles money well. Can’t understand a thing he’s saying though.” 

Bulbetta took a deep breath, motioning with her two vines in front of her, as she tried to calm down just a bit. “Okay,” she began, the seething rage in her eyes just barely contained by her iron will, “From the beginning. How did this start?”

“Oh that.” Maine said, “I used the network of secret passages I installed in your house to take a pictur-”

Before the raccoon could actually finish, the enraged, bow-wearing Bulbasaur wrung him by the neck and began to throttle him violently in the air with her vines. After about a minute of utter chaos, panic, and unfettered rage-fueled violence, Chip managed to calm the furious Bulbasaur by picking her up and rocking her gently. 

When she finally calmed down, Chip set her down, and she set the almost purple raccoon down. As the raccoon coughed and gasped for air, a thought came across Pikafu’s mind. 

“So why did you do it?” she asked, curious as to the reason to the critter’s odd behavior. “Why direct all the attention on me?”

“Because you deserve it.” Maine replied. “And it was fun. And it sold newspapers. And it gives our readers a new celebrity to basically worship. Bit of a heads up; if you hear a little girl whispering in your ear about touching your hair, ignore her. She says that to every celebrity trainer we feature. We call her Sally.”

Starring @askmisspikafu

and mentioning @ostrich-was-here

[askmisspikafu]

Thanks, Maine. Yet another fantastic read! Although... do you think I could deserve it a little less? No? Oh, okay then :...)

[askmisspikafu]

BULBETTA, THINK FAST! *throws a plushie of bulbetta at her.*

Bulbetta doesn’t take competition lightly. No matter how cute and plush it may be.

[colt-zephyr]

Fluff (Part one of ? )

“Hey… Why are you guys sat out here?” Atlas stood at the end of the path, looking at the pikafu residence. It was a fairly average-looking house, the only thing that sparked Atlas’ warning sense being the windows that seemed too dark for such a bright, sunny morning.

Chip, Squirt and Bulbetta sat in the front garden, looking at the door. This was a rare occurrence, the first time Atlas had seen the Charmander looking away from his technology. Squirt was acting as he usually did, nervous and anxious, with Bulbetta waving her vines in a manner that could only suggest annoyance.

“Guys?” Atlas asked again, opening the gate gently. Sable rode on his back, usually quite lazily, but now he was alert and awake, crystalline eyes glancing at the trio of starters with a curious expression. “Hey Maine, where’d you get those fireworks from?”

That did the trick, snapping the three pokemon awake. “Oh! S-sorry Atlas… We didn’t hear you…” Squirt mumbled nervously, looking away from the door towards the pony.

“What’s going on? I need to ask MP about something, is she in?”

Chip and Bulbetta stayed uncharacteristically silent, glancing at the doors and windows, leaving the nervous Squirtle to head the conversation. It was a task that he clearly didn’t enjoy.

“Its…she made these paper thingys… But…” He stammered. “They… They came to life… And…”

Almost on cue, the door opened, as a pair of odd-looking creatures stepped out. Without warning, they were quickly dispatched, flames and vines hitting them and reducing them to ash and crumpled flat paper.

“Let me guess… They came to life and took MP hostage?” Atlas finished the nervous pokemon’s hasty explanation, looking with a wary eye at the front door. Sable looked too, leaping off of the back of Atlas. “It’s like I always say, Atlas. Never trust origami.” The Sableye stated.

“So now me, Squirt and Chip are stuck out here until they exhaust all supplies of paper inside the house.” Bulbetta explained, waving her vines around in preparation for more assaults on the papery villains.

“That sucks, I kinda needed her help.” Atlas frowned, his horn glowing as he opened the bag that hung by his side.

“What with?”

“I found an egg, Sable says it’s a pokemon but we can’t tell which one.” the pony pulled the egg out to the bag carefully, holding it out.

The egg was Brown on the top and bottom, the center featuring a paler, zig-zagging pattern the whole way around. It was fairly heavy, and occasionally moved. “Sable thinks it’s a Zigzagoon.”

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A new adventure into pokemon, with @askmisspikafu and her trio of pokemon.

[askmisspikafu]

MP: “ I guess that’s the last time I buy discount enchanted paper from the back of black van! Hmm… wonder if I can get a refund?”

YAY!!! Another story!!! What could be in the egg? Can’t wait to read the rest of it ^.^ !!!

[askmisspikafu]

do you ever wear a different outfit?

Sure! But most of them are cosplays ^.^”

[askmisspikafu]

Miss Pikafu’s Anniversary!!!

YES IT’S TRUE! YOU TOO CAN HAVE YOUR OWN PAPER PIKAFU! ALL FOR THE LOW, LOW PRICE OF ABSOLUTELY FREE! Paper pikafu comes with a six-sided cube featuring 5 different faces, plus one face YOU CREATE YOURSELF.

All you gotta do is email [email protected], subject line: I want paper Pikafu! and I’ll email you a PDF. Just cut it out, put it together, and have fun!

Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH for being my followers!!! I truly appreciate every single one of you, new and old, and  especially those who I’ve befriended over this past year.

Thank you for your time, your dedication, your laughs, your stories, your pictures, your questions, likes, comments, reblogs - all of it! All your support means so much, I can’t express my gratitude enough!

Just... Thanks guys. Here’s to another year!

Notes: Model is based on the Emotional Jack paper toy designed by Little Plastic Man. His blog link is here

Miss Pikafu belongs to meh.

[askmisspikafu]

LOOOOOOK! LOOK LOOK LOOK AT THESE THIIIIINGS @squigglejot (mod of @askthesubconsciousponies) SENT ME!!! THEY'RE MAGNETS!!! LIKE, FOR MY ACTUAL FRIDGE!!! AND LOOK LOOK LOOK! THEY COME WITH ACCESSORIES!!! THAT COME OFF!!! LOL!!! LIKE LEGIT!!! THEY'RE SO COOL!!! I LOVE THEM SOOOO MUUUCH!!! THANK YOU SQUIGGLE!!!

[askthesubconsciousponies]

Warm and cozy

Does that pegasi look familiar @askmisspikafu?

[askmisspikafu]

Wait... do my eyes deceive me? Is that - *gasp!* YES!!! IS THAT SQUIRT?!!! AS A PONY?!! AS SQUIRT-PONY?!!!!

HE’S

SO

CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!

Thank you ^.^