destellosroselia

When you think of me, Clingyshipping/Absurdistshipping Fan Fic Warning: contains small amounts and hints of Haughtyshipping and Commonershipping "When you think of Pokémon!" "When you think of Pokémon~" It was sunny outside that day, the breeze at its calmest. The trees were still at their prime, hinting that summer was just at its peak. Many Pokémon trainers were outside, training, battling, or perhaps taking a small rest. Below a large shady oak tree were tree trainers, each with their own collection of Pokémon. They were just outside of Veilstone City, probably relaxing or taking a detour on their main goal. Two of

I let out a silent sigh as I walked down the worn dirt path—the path that led to the lake where it had all started. Where I had gotten Feu, my Infernape, and where my journey as a Pokemon Trainer had officially begun. Funny how originally this Pokemon that was securely in its pokeball—that listened to every word I said—didn’t used to be mine. Funny how I had to ‘take’ it when it wasn’t mine to protect myself against some wild Starly. But I wasn’t the only one who did that. He did too. My best friend, my rival, the person that always spurred me forward and encouraged me even if he didn’t even know

There were a lot of things Gold found sexy in this world, and he wasn't sure if Ruby's hat was one of them. Gold was a lover of hats, though not in the sexual context—and most of his friends all enjoyed such articles of clothing themselves. Lyra wore a beret, Sapphire a headscarf, Black and White flaunted ballcaps, and Red enjoyed his signature military-style panama. Even Gold himself wore a hat—a black-and-dull-yellow cap, twisted backward to show his prominent forehead and split ebony hair. Silver was the only person that Gold knew that went hatless, yet Gold tended to find him sexier than anybody. Wait—Green didn't wear a ha

"Let's do Something Unforgiveable,profess your love to me" -Salina It was a brisk autumn afternoon, the leaves danced on the wind and each breeze seemed to whisper with the promise of forthcoming snow. Today was the day; he could feel it in his running shoes. Pearl had been up at the first sign of dawn pacing anxiously throughout his house; waiting and waiting for the appointed time that he would meet up with Diamond. "Come on! Is this clock even working?" He groaned impatiently. He plopped himself onto his bed and stared at the ceiling though his blonde locks. He had already counted the tiles numerous times but his orange orbs burned int