Kiana Khansmith
DEAR READER
pixel skylines
hello vonnie
Sade Olutola
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Kaledo Art
macklin celebrini has autism
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NASA
$LAYYYTER
d e v o n
Stranger Things
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
cherry valley forever
styofa doing anything
One Nice Bug Per Day
if i look back, i am lost
#extradirty
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@professor-hotcakes
SO. What do you think of Lysandre? (do you ship them~?)
Sycamore smiles brightly and scratches the back of his head nervously.
"I love the guy, but I don't think I'd ever get down and dirty with him," sighing sadly he continued, "Sorry to disappoint..."
sick in the city
Serena was not herself today. Sniffling into her hot chocolate, she received a sympathetic pat on the knee from Meowstic on the stool beside her and took another gulp. Maybe she would think twice before putting shopping before her health. Not likely.
The sickly trainer had barely conjured enough energy to walk downstairs in her hotel to find that the cafe would be closed due to unusual circumstances. Whatever that means.
Thus Serena toughed out the freezing cold to hike to the one across the street. Arceus knew there were plenty of them there.
The building was cramped this time of day. With everyone and their mother trying to avoid the cold, the atmosphere was loud and bustling with the line winding almost out the door.
She watched with baggy eyes as enthused rollerbladers chatted about their hobby and resisted the urge to demonstrate their tricks on the very cafe tables. She, on the other hand, resisted the urge to dump the contents of her drink on a particularly obnoxious kid leaning his elbow on her table.
"I'm going out for a bit!" The tall professor called over his shoulder as he tied his long scarf behind him, "Did you guys want anything?" A couple of gibberish shouts were thrown at him before he threw his skinny arms up into the air, "Never mind! Just send me a message through the holocaster!" The door creaked shut behind him before any other word was uttered from his assistants.
"Sheesh!" He sighed into the cold autumn/winter air; "Needy bunch they are!"
Running to the nearest cafe (that actually allowed smoking) the young professor burst into the cafe and was automatically assaulted by the sweet smells of the place. Holding back his drool, he walked over to the front counter and waited for someone to serve him. As soon as he could get his coffee and maybe a box of sweets; he would run to the booth closest to the window and smoke his hearts pleasure.
Placing his order then flashing the waitress a quick smirk, he turned towards the booth that was calling his name; that was until someone's sneeze caught his attention.
Being the gentleman that he is, the man with the mane that could not be tamed turn to the sneezing stranger. Pulling a handkerchief from his breast pocket, he offered it to the stranger; "The weather pretty bad isn't it?" He smiled, "Take this... Oh? Serena? You don't look so good."
A Breath of Fresh Air [OPEN]
"Mrrgh…" The tall lean man rubbed his face against his desk, tired of all the papers that began to pile viciously upon his desk. Ever since his recent discoveries on the Mega Evolution stones, his schedule has been packed with interviews and scientist trying to get in on his works.
He let out a puff of air and held back the urge to push all of his paperwork to the side childishly. All he wanted to do was sleep and eat sweets.
Sweets.
Yeah, he wanted some sweets. A box of macaroons sounded heavenly right now. Jumping from his seat without disturbing the papers; the young Pokemon professor slipped passed his working colleagues and into the elevator that would lead to his freedom.
Snickering while looking behind him, the child like 23 year old ran towards the sidewalk, away from the lab that was almost becoming his prison. "Take care of the lab for me," he whispered particular to no-one as he rounded the corner and into the small shop run by a family that he's known for long time. They made the best sweets, hands down.
"Hi," he made his announcement clear; a bright shining smile on his face as he ran up to the counter; completely ignoring the stranger in front of him, "I'd like a-- whoops sorry," Sycamore turned to the person he just bumped into. "!!" He gasped, "I know you! You are--!"
actual dialogue from the game
