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This sounds like it'll be a lot of fun! We encourage you guys to participate in Keldeo's event ^_^ .

   Hey, guys! So summer is just around the corner, and because we haven’t had a party for no reason is a while, this was created:

THE UNDELLA BAY BEACH BASH

August 1st, 2012 (currently).

   A beach party to kick off the amazing season that is summer, and what better place to host it than the beautiful shores of Undella Bay? 

   Anyone is invited! All you have to do is submit a picture of you having fun at the party to this blog (a.k.a ask-keldeo). You could be swimming, building sandcastles, dancing, getting drunk or anything party wise. You can even bring dates if you want.

   Come out and party at what will be the greatest Ask Blog party of all time!

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Spring Celebration 2012-Poke-egg decorating

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Spring Celebration

We are going to start posting the submissions for this event! If you wanted to take part but haven't submitted yet, please do so as soon as possible!

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Spring Celebration

Sorry we were late with this announcement but we wanted to do something to celebrate the Spring holidays that are approaching fast!

So, we've decided on Poke-Egg decorating! Anyone can join, whether trainers or pokemon! Just draw a poke-egg and decorate it with something that shows off your character. Submit your drawing here by April 14th. 

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Reblogging to spread the word ^_^

((THE SUPER MEGA AWESOME BACHELOR PARTY WITH WOMEN AND MEN AND FANTABULOUS FOOD

So, some of you are saying “This is gonna be JUST LIKE the PokeBall.” Well. No. You’re kind of wrong. Kind of, sort of. This IS a dance, this is a collab, you still have to announce who you’re going with publicly, and etc… In a way, just like the PokeBall, yes?

Well, no. You’re wrong.

HAVEN’T YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE BEFORE? No? Well, I haven’t either. But, that’s no reason to not assemble this as the most cheesiest, romantic session ever. Disney-like, even. So when you get a date. Or someone to go with.

EMBARRASS THEM IN THE MOST VOMIT INDUCING WAY POSSIBLE.

Or you can always be the happy love-type you are. This is just the option. Seymore, oh Seymore, where art thou Seymore?

HUMANS AND POKEMON OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES ARE WELCOME

Really now, I don’t see the point in shunning the poor humans out of every event. Love is love, in all shapes and sizes. For Valentine’s day I bought my dog one of those Petco bones that still have the meat on them. I love my dog. So yes,humans and pokemon can go together as a friendship kinda thing

ALRIGHT NOW TO THE ASKS AND SUBMISSIONS AND SUCH.

If you have any questions, ANY AT ALL, please go to my side blog (my asks are currently closed right now due to me being lazy)

Have a submission? WHY DON’T YOU SLAP IT RIGHT HERE?

THE DEADLINE IS THE 29TH OF FEBRUARY, AS A WEEK IS NOT ENOUGH TIME TO DRAW MOST THINGS PLEASE DO NOT PROCRASTINATE, EVEN IF IT IS THE HIP THING TO DO

Keep it PG and have fun eating food!))

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We're not hosting but I wanted to help spread the word for this event!

Posting again for publicity...

So ask-male-jigglypuff and I have put together a Valentine’s day event!

It’s basically like the secret santa lol. You get a name and make a gift according to that, but you can’t tell anyone who you got.

If you wanna participate, let one of us know by February 5th!

We will let you know in your ask who your valentine will be and you must make a card or gift according to the interests of that pokemon or trainer!

Open to asktrainer blogs and askpokemon blogs! Reblog!

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((Chinese New Year!))

happy chinese new yeers! an mr.noodles likes ta candys! ^_~

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Is cross-dressing allowed? 8D

Of course it is.

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Chinese New Year!

Time has come again for another event. This time, in honor of the Chinese New Year, (which is the year of the Dragon, Water Dragon to be specific) we will be celebrating a majestic Pokemon, known for it's raw ability!

Get ready for an event completely focused on the all-amazing, all-powerful--

--wait for it--

--MAGIKARP!

Rules:

Draw a picture or write a little story about yourself celebrating the Chinese New Year. You may collab with a friend (human or Pokemon).

In your piece, you must incorporate a Magikarp! It wouldn't be the Chinese New Year without the fortune and determination a Magikarp can inspire, afterall.

Submit it by January 28 (The Chinese New Year starts on the 23rd, but I will be just returning from a trip and I want to have time to answer any questions you guys have).

Have fun!

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Hey Low. Is this, the fortune you've told me at my birthday?

(( I'm ... I'm sorry. No. I'm terribly sorry. It's unforgivable how late I am. Just... Suddenly I got tied up with so many things. I don't know where my head is. I'm sorry. )) 

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For the New Years Ball..

Falkner: Hurry up Tate.. I don't want Janine or Whitney to bother me.

Tate: Okay.. 

[Sorry it's late and crapy.. ;^;] 

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Fashionably Late~

Whitney: admit it, you're not mad we're late, you're mad because you lost. Janine: Shut-up already, we're late.

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These two decided to play video games before heading to the ball, only to end up playing longer than expected thus being late.. :D

*coughjaninelostcough*

[crappy bg i know.. couldn't think of anything.. ;A;]

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Chili-Low Collab

The evening started like most others. Or at least, how Low imagined most others started. He showed up at the café, trying to act casual. He had obtained tickets to an inter-regional passenger plane that was based in Mistralton; the tickets cost him a fortune, so his dad wouldn’t be happy when he got the bill later, but that wasn’t important at the moment. What was, was the small creak that came with the opening of the café door, and the fiery head of hair that accompanied it.   “Are you ready, Low?” The man attached to the hair said, taking large strides past his “date” Low. Low nodded, smiling lightly. The man, a hothead aptly-named Chili, was wearing a black jacket with big buttons, a black trench coat, and a scarf with a flame pattern on it, all of which probably being designer labels that cost as much as Low’s tickets. A Drifblim was stationed nearby to take them to the airport; a special service that the Undella travel agency threw in, with a little extra hit to whatever trust Low’s dad still had in him. That wasn’t important, though.   “As I’ll ever be,” Low responded, trying desperately to keep his voice even. He was messing with the hem of his shirt; his mother was from Johto, and thus his styles tended towards more oriental fare that she made for him. In this case, it was an outfit that he thought she’d called a Hakama, black on top with purple “pants”, though Low knew that wasn’t the right word for them. Still, he thought it looked cool, if a bit out-of-place for the middle of Unova. “Then let’s go!” Chili responded, pointing to the Drifblim dramatically and starting off. The Drifblim, obediantly, took the boys up and away. The flight was mostly silent and awkward, with Low trying hard not to make it awkward, but failing miserably. He tried once or twice to start a conversation, but he couldn’t come up with anything substantial. At least, anything that he didn’t end up pittering out on after a single response. The flight to Johto had a similar awkwardness to it. The check-in being nondescript in every way, (sans Chili getting patted down by a particularly grumpy-looking security guard), the flight was met with a sort of awkward silence that Chili seemed to remedy by staring out the window blankly while Low blushed and tried to come up with a topic to talk about. This silence continued on to touchdown, just as Low thought that he had something to talk about. A stewardess came to get them and took them outside to a Ferry. It was the last run the ferry was doing that night before going off to do their own festivities, and so the captain was rather grumpy when he addressed the few passengers he had, Low and Chili included. “All right,” He said, in a way that made Chili suspect he’d been into the New Years Champagne already, “We’re going inland to Goldenrod now. Keep your hands inside at all times, unless you wanna be fish food.” He had a bit of an accent, but Low wasn’t sure what to do. However, he started blushing when Chili scooted into him; a response to a rather hefty couple getting onto the boat and finding that, instead of sitting in any of the open seats, they wanted the tiny seat next to Chili. Low was speechless and flustered, but Chili just snickered. “But what if we want to be fish food?” Chili joked, probably trying to get on the captains nerves. He was succeeding, even if that wasn’t the plan. He was leaning over Low and waving his hands over the water. A Qwilfish seized the opportunity and jumped out of the water at him, causing him to retract his hand. Low giggled a little, but Chili just stared at the sea. He didn’t know the captain was being that serious! Other than that episode, the boat ride was about as exciting as a bag of air. The two arrived in-town and at Whitney’s gym with little affair. They were greeted by a rather grumpy-looking doorman who must not have wanted to work on New Years, but needed the money. He waved them in when he noticed that they weren’t going away, leading them into the grand party room. Everyone was in formal attire. Thankfully for Low’s mental state, he wasn’t the only one in more traditional clothing; others, most likely natives, were wearing kimonos or hakamas themselves. Some might have even been from Kanto. It was hard to tell. Of course, most were in more westernized clothing; tuxedos were commonplace on the dancefloor, and the girls were all wearing fancy dresses and the like. He was glad that he wasn’t out-of-place, but it was hard to tell who he was with, unlike some dates who had coordinated outfits or some such. He looked to his date, but he was already headed for the punch bowl. Possibly to talk to someone. Low, not used to these formal party situations, just found an open table and sat at it. He took a moment to examine the decor. The place was naturally bright and colorful, but the lights were turned down for the festivities. Lanterns were hung from the ceiling, and Low could swear that the centerpiece hanging in midair was a Chandelure. The walkways above their hears were being used as an auxiliary dance floor, but most of the dancing was being done on the ground level. Chili came back as Low was taking it all in. “Punch?” He asked, handing a cup to Low. “Th-Thanks...” The psychic responded, taking the cup and trying hard not to blush. He thought he heard Chili laugh a little bit. That did the trick. “Hey, why don’t you dance with me?” Chili suggested. Low almost spit his punch out, which made Chili laugh a little. “Why so shocked? You are my date, afterall.” Low nodded, swallowing his punch and getting up, to be dragged off by his date and up onto the elevated dancefloor. The music became one of a more latin flavor; not the fast-paced latin that most think of, but that slow lating that calls for only one style of dance: the tango. “Wait, no, I can’t do the tan-” Low started, but he was cut off as Chili pulled him close and started to dance. Low followed best he could, but his face was beat red. He felt like everyone was watching him. Which may have been true, as a spotlight was shining on them. “I called in a few favors,” Chili said when he saw Low’s confusion. Low nodded. “But... I don’t know this dance,” The younger of the two said. “That’s fine,” Chili said, “Just follow me. Oh, and I should warn you-” he turned suddenly and brought Low down in a dip, “-too late.” He smiled a coy smile that made Low blush redder, if such were possible, and brought him back up, leading him back across the walkway. “I-I’m sorry I can’t dance too well,” Low said, trying hard to avert his eyes. He was dipped again. “Who said that?” Chili asked, carefully turning Low’s head, so that he could look into his violet eyes. “You have beautiful eyes,” Chili teased, “So don’t hide them from me.” Then, when the pause was just enough for the crowd to take it in and the music to go on, he brought them back up and continued. Low was trying hard to keep up. He had no training in dance, while he was sure Chili did. His biggest priority, though, was not disappointing Chili. He figured it be a bit of an endeavor to to so, but it was worth it. “You’re so tense, Low,” He heard, bringing him out of his concentration, “You should loosen up, feel the music.” He laughed lightly, making Low blush. He tried to bring his focus up from his feet and up to Chili’s face. The face of a young man, smiling coyly, laughing a little... “It’s okay to be a little nervous, though.” And with that, Low was swept away. The dancing moved on, after awhile, leaving Chili and Low to mingle. But Low couldn’t get the dance out of his head; the rhythm, the movement... He’d never seen Chili dance before, but tonight he had felt it. There bodies in almost-perfect sync, bodies close, breathing together, his hands firm on his waist... “Hey, Low,” He heard Chili call him, “It’s almost midnight.” “Y-Yeah,” Low replied, though a little confused. It was New Years, but he wasn’t sure why Chili wanted him over to be with him, besides that they were there together. “And I have a little something for you,” He continued, his coy smile appearing again. Low blushed. “And wh-what would that be?” The psychic asked, trying hard not to appear nervous. “You’ll see,” Was his date’s response. Low’s mind was racing with questions like “But, New Years isn’t a gift-giving holiday...” and “What could it be..?” It was then that he noticed the timer that had been erected on the far wall of the gym. He must not have noticed it earlier; either they just put it up, or he was just that absorbed in the dance. “Ten!” Low jumped a little, surprised, but more because he had forgotten about the countdown and less from it’s volume. “Nine!” Chili smiled and grabbed Low’s hand. “Eight!” Low jumped and turned to meet Chili. “Seven!” Low tilted his head quizzically at Chili. “Six!” Chili smiled. “Five!” Low blushed. “Four!” Chili leaned into Low. “Three!” Low blushed further. “Two!” Chili’s lips met Low’s forehead. “One!” Low could have sworned he was going to faint. “Zero!” The world around them was partying, but Low was lost as Chili lifted his head back. “Happy new year!” Chili said, poking he spot he had just kissed.

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For the New Years Ball thing.. 

XD

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dont tell dawn that i have a rose for her!! she needs to find out herself!! :D

(for the new years ball, WOO!)

You two look so adorable together!