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[lovebugsy-blog]

Full Life Consequences [bugsy and mei]

Bugsy had been allowed to think that it would be a normal day for about six seconds after he woke up. He smiled to greet the new day, shoved back the silken sheets, and shook his violet hair from his face. He hopped out of bed, slipping out of his pajamas and picking up his uniform from where it lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.

"He polls a shirt over his fine, mussled chest, blinking back the remnants of sleep…" a young female's voice said, echoing throughout the room.

Bugsy had just stuffed his head through the neck hole and now he looked around, alarmed, with his arms still caught in his shirt. He saw no one else in his room, and that certainly didn't sound like any of his family. Confused, he called out, "Hello?"

There was no answer. Biting his lip and shaking his head, he finished tugging his shirt over his body. He convinced himself he was just hearing things and got a fresh pair of underwear from his dresser. As he started to pull down his underwear to change, a shrill giggle came from directly behind him.

Eyes widening, he spun around, but again there was no one there.

He decided not to change his underwear that day, and instead ducked his head, pulled up his trousers, and bolted out the door. He must have still been dreaming, he decided (and that was very much true). But he was sure that once he was out in the forest, his head would clear up.

The young gym leader didn't seem to notice the fact that something was off about the Ilex Forest-- namely, the trees were infinitely larger than they were supposed to be and the grass was dry, even though it should have been coated in a fine layer of dew.

"He looooks around at the common forset, masculine sexuality practically rolling off off him in waves…" a shrill girl's voice announced.

Bugsy visibly jumped, crying out and spinning around spastically to try and find the voice. A rustle in the underbrush caught his attention and he stared hard in that direction, a tremble in his voice as he called, "s-show yourself!"

A lopunny hopped out of the bushes, catching Bugsy off guard and making him yelp. He placed a hand over his heart to try and keep it from leaping out of his chest, and had he been awake at this point he'd definitely need his inhaler.

'My trainer abandoned me and I was alone and scared,' the lopunny wailed, and Bugsy knew in a moment that this wasn't the voice he had been hearing all day. 'W-will you be my trainer, p-please?'

"They lock eyes in confoosion, but beneath the burning hated is a repressed desire, an unspeaken sexual need…" the disembodied female voice rang in Bugsy's ear.

"U-uwaah, look, ma'am, I'm really sorry but I don't know what's going on!" Bugsy cried out. "I'm... I'm being overly sexualized...! And I'm only sixteen...!"

The lopunny cocked her head to the side, thrust out her incredibly ample bosom, and strutted towards Bugsy's side. 'It's okay, Bugsy,' she crooned, gathering him up in a hug and pressing his head right into the hollow between her breasts, 'I can take very good care of you... master...~'

"Bugsy found himself suddenly attacted to the womanly form-- wat luck for him to be the targat of such a hot girl's affecshun!" sang the female's voice.

"NO I DON'T," Bugsy sobbed.

"He couldnt handle it, and suddenly felt blood burst from his nose in a noseblleed."

"WHAT," he choked, but before he could say anything else, he felt a thick red liquid gush down his face. The lopunny hopped back, bringing a paw to her face in shock.

'Oh my!' she gasped, 'Master, we need to get you clean! Let's take a bath together,' she suggested. But before any baths could be had, Bugsy spun on his heels and ran. He did not like baths, and he was not going to have one with this lopunny!

"He tore thru the forest, luscious locks flowing in the wind," purred the voice, "until a nasty root cauhgt hiis foot and made him trip."

Before Bugsy even comprehended what the voice had said, he found himself falling to the ground. He didn't even have enough time to throw his arms out on front of himself to break his fall. With a whimper, he skidded to a halt on the ground and could feel the cuts and bruises-- however, for some odd reason, there only seemed be just enough to make him all the more appealing to the eye.

"Please go away miss," he croaked, curling up into the fetal position there in the woods. Tears welled in his eyes as he hid his face from the world.

He wasn't really that surprised when the voice didn't go away.

"Little did the young gym liter no, he was not alone in the forest... someone had heard his sexy cries, and followed the sound of his galloping abs. Her body ached for him... and when she found him in the forest, she leaned down and spoke to him in a smexy, silky voice..."

[lawrence-iii-blog]

"I need something to make people stop- something with a beautiful glow to make people stop and SPEND THEIR MONEY--. I'd like a shiny Litwick, thank you."~

Lawrence opens the palm of his hand, a tiny flame dancing within it. Slowly, one (1) Shiny Litwick materializes underneath the blue fire like a Cheshire cat.

“To the pokemon trainer who seeks her fortune not through battling, but through greed. May it make your wishes come true. But heed my words,” he adds, closing his eyes. “Be careful of what you wish for.”

[lawrence-iii-blog]

Valentine's Day Raffle: THE WINNERS

Lawrence the Third waved his army of farfetch’d off as they flew into the sunrise. Each carried a small pouch of letters tied to the ends of their leeks, and they flapped madly in an attempt to stay airborne.

He waved farewell to Mr. Smee, and Samwise, and Smithers, and Costanza, and Gromit, and all of the others. Every single member of his flock was called to action—save for Tonto, who was left critically injured on the flying fortress with a broken leek. The farfetch’d feebly waved the bandaged vegetable in the air as a farewell to his flock, letting out an equally pitiful ‘fmaaa’.

“Don’t be so glum,” Lawrence said, kneeling down and patting Tonto on the head. “While they’re out having their fun, you and I have our own fun to attend to!” Plucking a list from the deep recesses of his robes, Lawrence held it aloft as he read the names to himself.

“I suppose I could just pick some names,” Lawrence muse, “but if my father taught me anything, it’s ‘why make it simple when you can make it a spectacle’.” Nodding in resolution, the man crossed over to the bulletin board and heart-shaped papers (which had been sitting out since the night prior, as if he had known all along what he would be doing). With a flourish he wrote each of the fourteen names on separate papers, before pinning each to the board with a precise violence—effectively stabbing each of these individuals through the heart.

Lawrence stepped back to admire his handiwork as Tonto waddled up to him, limping and coughing and clutching his broken and bandaged leek in agony. But Lawrence wasn’t done—no, far from it. “Are you familiar with Cupid, Tonto?” he asked, reaching for something else tucked within his robes. The farfetch’d shook his head.

The man tut-tutted, before finally grabbing hold of what he was looking for. He pulled from his robes an adult-size bow, three arrows also in his grip. It was clearly much too large to fit in Lawrence’s robes, no matter how extravagant they were. “If my father taught me anything,” he explained flippantly as he readied his bow, “it was archery.”

The collector pulled back, closing one eye to line up the shot—before letting out a small noise of discontent and easing the bow back. “No,” he muttered, a displeased frown tugging at his lips. “What fun is this without tension? It needs something…” he glanced over his shoulder, “more…”

Tonto blinked up at the man and squawked once.

Within minutes, the farfetch’d was squawking much more. He had been strapped to the bulletin board akin to a knife-throwing stunt, wings spread wide. No matter how the bird squirmed, he couldn’t seem to break free from the ties that held him in place.

“That’s better,” Lawrence hummed, getting back into position. He didn’t seem affected much at all by the farfetch’d’s desperate cries for mercy as he steadied his stance, closing one eye and pulling the arrows back…

But he ultimately stilled his hand once more, pulling the arrows away. “Hm,” he vocalized. “Hm, hm, hm.”

And then it occurred to him—with a triumphant little chuckle, Lawrence the Third snapped his fingers and the outer frame of the bulletin board caught fire.

Tonto’s squawks of desperation turned into squawks of full-on panic as the bulletin board began to spin, slowly at first, but always picking up speed. Lawrence sauntered back to his spot, a serene smile finding its place on his face. Surrounded by chaos was the only way Lawrence could feel completely at ease. “Much better,” he decided, pulling back and shutting one eye. The farfetch’d was very nearly a blur by this point, his stream of squawking fluctuating with the board’s rotation.

The bow’s string was taut as he let go, the arrows flying towards the board.

The chaos stopped upon impact—the flames dissipated, the board creaked to a halt. Even what kept Tonto bound to the board seemed to loosen as the bird finally broke free. He dropped to the ground and, without hesitation, fled to the far corner of the castle, seeming to have forgotten about his terrible limp.

“Now let’s see,” Lawrence said, approaching the board and observing which names had been stabbed much more violently. He tugged the first broken heart off of its place on the board, admiring his handiwork—yes, it was very nearly split it two, right down the middle. “Hmhm,” he chuckles, tearing the heart the rest of the way. “Who’d have thought a girl in such a committed relationship with business would get her heart broken?”

He let the two halves of Mei’s heart flutter to the ground.

Next came the second arrow—Lawrence pried it free and snatched the flimsy, delicate paper from its gruesome grave. The name was almost completely obscured by the wound left by the arrow. “Now here’s a real heartbreaker,” Lawrence said as he tore this particular heart into four pieces before letting them fall. “But I guess you’re only good at fixing broken motorcycles, hm?”

Leo’s heart fell without an answer.

Finally came the smallest heart of the bunch. Lawrence pried it free and barely offered it a glance before ripping into it. “And last but not least,” he tore the heart in half, “we have our resident headache,” he tore it into quarters, “and heartache,” he tore it into eighths before scattering it.

Like confetti, Kris’ heart sprinkled all over the ground.

CONGRATULATIONS to our three lucky winners! Cupid's arrow had struck true and forever tied the trio to a Shiny new pokemon.

Mei

Leo

Kris

Please send Lawrence an Ask containing which Shiny pokemon you desire. REMEMBER: You may ask for a single pokemon -- any pokemon -- as long as it is either Bug, Poison or Fire.