Aug 2, 2016
Kalos has excellent fire fighting service
Considering the number of water-types native to that region, I suppose they must be excellent.
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Kalos has excellent fire fighting service
Considering the number of water-types native to that region, I suppose they must be excellent.
anonabsolxwolf replied to your post:Sounds like Pokemon Go is going to be coming out...
I have one of these, hehe I should wear it!
It’ll help set the mood XD
You remind me of the Bebe (the better version)
((Ahem. So this fanfiction is technically “written” by the character Bebe. Who may or may not…erm…overly exaggerate….or lie about some things…Everything beyond this point, therefore, is “not me”. ~Me being anonabsolxwolf))
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Fanfic: You remind me of the Bebe
From Bebe. To Bill.
With love <3
Lots and lots of love.
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The young man struggled with the hem of his maid skirt. It was lacey. So very lacey. Like the kind of cheap lace you get at the store.
Or something.
Anyways. He looked super pretty with his emerald green hair and luxurious brown eyes. Such a pretty maid.
Fantastically nerdy in a knightly sort of way. Because even nerds can be knights too, you know. And I can totally see him riding off into the night on a Rapidash in a full Dragonite suit yelling “Onward my noble steed! TO HYRULE CASTLE!”
He stood in the center of the maid café known as Lighthouse Lingerie. Oh my bad. It’s Lighthouse Lingering. Yes. It’s called that because everyone from Cerulean lingers there. Let’s just say that the gym leader nearby lists the area around it as the most romantic spot in Kanto, and with such statement what else WOULD you do except logically turn your house into a maid café? CHA-CHING.
So there he stood. In the middle of his house/maid café. Just waiting for the first of the customers to arrive. Imagining that, at any moment, a hundred android clones of Lanette will walk through the door all scrambling for the chance to hand him Eevees. Yes, this is what this young man’s sweet dreams are made of. I know because he talks in his sleep.
You might be thinking: Who in their right mind would ever give me the opportunity to hover over them while they slept, like a Haunter about to eat a dream?
What you should be thinking: Who in their right mind thought it would be a good idea to teach me how to pick locks and reprogram security devices? (Never going to answer that, btw)
The bell of the café rang. The young man turned in response and said:
“Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama! Welcome home, Master!”
There was silence. The young man hesitantly looked up at the newcomer. And then stopped.
The sight was so wonderful and marvelous and fantastic and everything he could ever wanted.
Yes, for the first time in his hermit-y, Furret-faced little life, the one and only Bill McKenzie had fallen hopelessly in lurv. And right in front of him was his prince charming.
All of him fantastic. All of him charming.
And all 130 kg of him was muscle: Machamp.
“Oh dear! I am finally saved from this life of servitude, gym leader loiters, and ungrateful patrons that don’t even leave a tip (which includes a certain gym leader loiter). Catch me in your arms, my love, for I feel a fainting spell come over me!”
And the Machamp caught him. Well, sort of. It was more like the Pokémon flailed his arms around Bill in some sort of an attempt with a confused look on its face and Bill ended up falling on the floor anyways.
Of course, Bill just had to interpret this as “rejection”. He got off the floor with teary eyes to look up at the dashing Pokémon.
“But you’re my muse. My inspiration. How will I ever make programs without you? I declared my undying love for you! Your big strong muscles is just what I need to contrast against my admittedly pathetic physique. You’re the Kirk to my Spock. My Riker to my Picard. Although…”
Bill stepped away from his beautiful sweetheart to take in the full glamour of his form, almost as though he were having second thoughts. This was a Pokémon-human relationship, after all.
Two bodies, both differing physically,
In fair Cerulean, where we lay our scene,
The ultimate of star-crossed lovery.
Bill, ever the romantic (even if not always ever the poetic), let the words roll over in the back of his mind; his eyes fluttering shut as he caressed over the words in his head with the softhearted expression of one who so desperately needed a hero.
Or a hobby.
He turned back to his cherished and continued his statement.
“…..I could also see you being Han Solo and me being Luke Skywalker.”
So close they were to each other on the Millennium Talonflame. Yet their hearts couldn’t be anything but in galaxies so, so far away. Especially with that pesky Princess Leia stealing Han’s love from right under Luke’s nose. ( SkySolo One True Pairing FTW ;) )
Machamp looked down at the human with an expression that looked like pity.
Finally, seemingly magically, Machamp spoke.
“I’m sorry, Bill,” Machamp said with a voice so mellow and dramatic and melodramatic that it melted Bill’s heart. “But our love can never be.”
It was like the world crashed over. Like the apolocalypse came.
Like the past, the present, and the future all walked into a bar at the same time. Trust me, it was tense.
“Please!” Bill begged, clinging the Pokémon like his life depended on it.
“NO!” The Pokémon roared dramatically back, like a lightning bolt devastating Bill’s ever-tender heart.
“At least give me a reason! Anything but leave me confused and distraught at the beauty that could have been, wondering where I could have gone wrong!” Bill implored, the tears rolling over his cheeks like the waves against the shores of Kanto’s Route 25.
“Because!”
“Yes?”
“BECAUSE!”
“YES?”
“BECAUSE!” The Machamp tore at its own chest, revealing that its body was nothing more than a costume with a young, bespectacled man inside it. “BILL! I. AM. YOUR. FANBOY!”
Instead of disappointment, though, Bill smiled triumphantly.
“But soft! What light through yonder costume breaks? It is the east, and Celio is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious Lunala.”
“Bill…”
Bill embraced Celio. “My love, I have already told you that you have my undying love, regardless of who you may be.”
Bill backed away to brush off the tears that were now streaming from Celio’s eyes.
“I have also already told you that you should never order costumes from Party City. They’re cheap and the ‘Made in Unova’ tags are showing.”
“So you’ll accept me?” Celio’s eyes were sparkling. “Forever and always?”
“From the moment I first saw you walk in the café, I accepted you forever and always.”
“Bill, when you first saw me you thought I was a Pokémon.” (This comment is based on the true story of how Bill and Celio first met)
“True, but your eyes. They reminded me of the babe.”
“What babe?”
“The babe with power.”
“What power?”
“The power to woo me.”
“Woo you?”
“You do.”
“This makes me so happy, Bill. I cannot tell you how often I’ve dreamed of the day you would accept me and come to me.” (And this would be what Celio says in his sleep. May or may not be slightly exaggerated)
“And?” The gleam in Bill’s eyes was enormously hopeful.
“And I can already predict an update to the Pokémon Network Center!”
“Oh good. Another day, another program, another bit. More mouths to feed. I love how we live our life on the edge with nerdgasms and bad references to good movies/TV stories.”
“Yes. And do you know what? I think that this go around, we add the ability to progress back in time 10 years every moment that a trainer trades their Pokémon with someone else.”
“Excellent. Then all we’d have to do is kidnap 3 helpless children and force them to trade with me simultaneously so I could go back to that blissful era where Professor Oak was in his prime. I’ve been meaning to add more candid camera pictures to my Oak shrine. Be honest, darling….”
Bill flirtatiously hitched up a bit of the hem of his skirt, winking at Celio as the other boy blushed.
“….If I hid a body camera here, do you think I could get some shots of the inside of Professor Oak’s ear? My life sized statue of Professor Oak made with a mosaic of his pictures that I keep in the back of my bedroom closet needs a few dark shots to be complete. What could be more symbolic than getting a picture of inside his ear? It’s almost like getting a glimpse of that marvelous man’s inner brain itself.”
“I don’t know darling.” Celio said, still distracted by Bill’s fantastic legs. “But I think we need to get working on that time traveling program right now!”
“I agree!” But Bill paused before leaving. “Oh Celio?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t forget the suit now.”
“Of course not.”
They lived happily ever after, sitting half naked in the Ember Spa, dressing up in badly made cosplay, and avoiding milk.
…And all those other activities these two get up to whenever they go on their Sevii island “vacation” together. ;)
Oh, speaking of the other topic, Maid Cafes, have you ever been in one?
No, of course not.
Bebe has photographic evidence that says otherwise. —LH
At the risk of relenting uncharacteristically soon, yes, I confess that she would. Because she was the reason why I was there. —Bill
Also Bebe has a thing for Machcoke? Is this the topic of the fanfiction she's writing?
Well, she certainly isn’t denying she has a thing for machoke.
As a reminder, Bill, the last time you said anything disparaging about Bebe, she wrote fanfiction about you. —LH
Worth it. —Bill
Furthermore, she has just informed me that the fanfiction you had mentioned was also about you. And a machamp. —LH
…still worth it. —Bill
Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Senpai! Happy birthday to you! *singing* :D \o/
Thanks! You even went through the song =).
*blows a chu*
((I wanted to use a pretty gif but I’m on my phone getting ready to leave. So the gif is there in spirit!))
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Rules: tag 10 followers you’d like to get to know better tagging: @anonabsolxwolf @candies-and-sweets @eldiatricc @sogno-dreamofgold @peachandrabbit @chessieblud @del-the-space-prince @randomly-spicy-diamond @kawaii-ash @lace-the-disgrace Name: Harroe Star sign/zodiac: Gemini Gender: Female Height: 4′11¼ ″ Favorite colors: Yellow and pink Average hours sleep: Around 8 hours usually. Last thing I googled: I looked up “ ¼ “ for the height question so I could copy and paste. Favorite fictional characters: My all time favorite is Joker (HnKnA). Others include Amaterasu (Okami), Lara Croft (Tomb Raider - Old Version), Jade Curtiss (Tales of the Abyss), Okita Sougo (Gintama), Irabu Ichiro (Kuuchuu Buranko), Neuro (Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro), Freyr (Matantei Loki), Asuna (Sword Art Online), and all the Akatsuki no Yona characters. There are more but this is probably good enough.
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When did your blog reach its “peak”? I have no idea because I use x-kit to hide that stuff from me. It’s easier to be myself that way and not feel the pressure of pleasing others (Though I do like to please others. Just not to the extent where I’m denying who I am.) What made you decide to get a tumblr? Livejournal was getting quiet and I wanted to see what all the fuss over tumblr was about. Why did you choose your url? Because I liked the sound of it and when I first began using it no one else ever had. I could look up my user name and only I would pop up. It’s different now, but in the beginning it was pretty cool. It’s also because I like the word “harrow” but have very little use for it. So I butchered it into what looked more like the spelling of a name. The meaning is meant to be the same though. Pets: A dog and a cat. Though I’ve also had rabbits, gerbils, and birds at various points. Wake up: Recently I’ve been waking up between 8-9 am. Cats or dogs: I’m a dog person. Coke or pepsi: Neither. I used to like Coke but I’ve stopped drinking pop a while ago. Day or night: Day. I stay up late a lot but my brain quits functioning after 10 or 11? Somewhere around there. Text or call: I hate both equally. I prefer to talk face to face with people. The vast majority of communication happens through body language, so it’s nice to be able to see it. Chapstick or lipstick: Chapstick is my best friend. City or country? I’m a country girl. Was born in the city and whisked away to the country when I was 3. I love it out here and I’d never want to go back. Last song I listened to: Rakuen no Tobira - White Bound (Mythical Detective Loki Opening)
anonabsolxwolf replied to your post :(( I feel so sick… I worked the last eight hours...
**!!!! If you feel sick, you should get some rest. Lots of rest. Please don’t hurt yourself… :( (( I plan on it, hopefully. :/ Gonna go shower and sleep here in a minute or three.... You should send me some memes...Cheer up my poor Nightmare who misses his Nessa...Or send me plot ideas. That’d be good too. (Not that you have to; just an idea. :) I miss rp-ing with you. :) ))