#ghostlyclairvoyant

[dragxnbreaths]

ghostlyclairvoyant:

[SCREAMS AO NO EXROCISTSJFJS OMFG]

[SHOUTS YES I'M STAYING UP LATE FOR IT TO AIR ON TOONAMI MESSAGE ME NOW ^-^]

[son-of-skarmory]

Takes flight for the sheer beauty.

[nymph-of-nimbasa]

ghostlyclairvoyant replied to your post:Electrifying model with underlying self consciousness.

[//comes out of shadows Omfg i’m really good at these for some reason… I sent Falkner once ‘take flight, young boy of birds’ hahah]

[[Wow okay come here and let me love you perfect bb]]

[sunyshoresbeacon]

ghostlyclairvoyant replied to your post: “i feel like death protip dont stay up until 2:30am discussing a dangan...”:

[Omg dude what's your server I haven't played in ages!]

[[ the address is 209.148.93.29:25735, but the server has a  whitelist so i need your in-game name before you can play on it C; ]]

[movedsaffronnights]

childish hopes.

Perhaps she should have considered herself lucky to be able to see in the dark so easily. The room rarely had light -- and when it did, she squirmed away. She didn't let it touch her. She didn't want it to.

 But today was a strange day.

They weren't going to take her out and do as the usually did -- these men and women in white coats -- no, they were going to put another in the room. Another that felt similar to her. It could be a trick though -- just like when they put someone so close to her own Abra.

She had to be cautious.

It didn't matter if the other was making strange sounds. It wasn't pain, but it certainly felt like it to her years. Covering her ears did little to muffle the sound. It was invasive and tugged at something strange at her chest. 

Stay still, cover the ears, and make no sound and maybe it'll go away. 

[son-of-skarmory]

[Text]: There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood.

[text]Morty? Did something happen?[/text]

[text]I am coming over. Just hang on for a moment[/text]

[son-of-skarmory]

ღ //oops

ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.

For once, he didn’t stop to think. It had been a long, grueling day leading up to where they were now, walking along Bellchime Trail to the Bell Tower; the strain it had put on Falkner must have been apparent. Still, their little rendezvous had been the thing keeping the bird keeper going, and he wasn’t about to let his stress ruin it.

In his rush, his lips didn’t perfectly align with Morty’s, but the passion was still there. He  pressed up against the ghost-type Gym Leader, his hands seeking out the other’s needingly.

[colmofdualum]

ghostlyclairvoyant replied to your post:((whispers I’m stalking the Maxie and Steven thing...

[I’m looking at it too… What shall we call this beautiful thing]

I just call it rock nerds

RocknerdShipping

Unless you have a not-so-silly name for it but ye.