#championofideals

[withironwings]

     “TOUKO THINKS I’M CUTE. PASS IT ON.”

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championofideals replied to your post

“A woman is allowed to change her mind”

     “ I never said that you were not. ”

[shevixi]

HEAVEN WAITS FOR NOBODY.

                    poem credit - dvoyd (x)

[teamrockxtgrunt-archived]

championofideals replied to your post “"Hey we're going to short sheet James' bed and I dunno... something...”

"I knew you'd be in!"

“.....Let’s put some hair dye in his shampoo bottle.”

[overcomeadversity-archive]

plasmiisms replied to your post “"BOY, WE NEED TO TALK."”

"That girl Touko kissed, apparently." She huffed. "But I'd much, /much/ prefer if nobody brought it up."

“Was kissing that bad for the two of you?”

[cercidiphyllum-blog1]

[ @championofideals X]

“Were it not for my chaperone I wouldn’t even be here...” He seemed to grumble that, mostly to himself and likely in reference to the grinning Typhlosion who stood at his trainers side. Assuring that Yasushi would stick around for the festivities. . . Regrettably. Looking the younger girl up and down as if to assess her attire. The Professor made the most minimal of effort to try and complement the girl. “Honestly, I’m surprised you even found your way here. . . . You certainly clean up well....”

[flnkngdm]

@championofideals

                                   The bustling city of Castelia was, and always will be a terrifying experience to the tall greenet. He stuck out like a sore thumb, for one, and for two it was capable of giving him the worst anxiety whenever he wandered through the city. Still... he liked to indulge himself on the Castelia Cones once in awhile, and it made it almost always worthwhile coming to the city. 

                                   The main issue to getting a cone of course, was the long wait but boy... Once it was over and he was able to take a bite of that ice cold cream, he was practically in heaven.

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                Ghetsis rubbed his finger  over the surface                 of  the pitch  black  scale of  Zekrom  in his                 right hand.    His gaze traveled up from the                 scale in his hand to the vaulted,      broken                 doors into the tower in front of him.      The                 environment buzzed with an electricity that                 filled his  lungs and burned his throat.  The                 green  haired monarch  shakily slipped the                 scale into his breast  pocket  and began to                 move towards the tower.

           As  he reached  the entrance to  the tower,            he removed the lens over his bad eye and            placed it upon one of the fallen stones.

                   And then, he entered.