#part 2 of Origin not knowing how to draw german shepherds :(

[ghost-qwq]

Here's the Fallout 4 ones 👍

[simp4konig]

"Can I sit here?" König X Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: 3060

*Part one?

*Slow burn?

*Strangers to Friends (to Lovers?)

Not decidedany of those yet 😶

Edited on 23/8/2023 for some grammar tweaks.

*!!Fanfic inspired by @theeggrollslord's drawing on Twitter!! I really wanted to use their art as the cover for this fanfic, but due to me not having an Twitter (or X 🤮) account, and not knowing whether the original artist consents to people reposting their art, I held back. 😿 If anyone knows whether they are able to give me permission or are cool with it, please let me know!! ☺️

*Author has played MW1 + 2... but not the newest reimagines. 😭 all I remember from the campaign is that Shepherd shot Ghost in the face,but in NO way did he look as fine as he does now ☠️☠️

*Author does NOT speak German... but can use Google Translate !!😊

As is customary with all foreigners, English is not my first language!. Pls do not bully me if my grammar  is bad i will cry 😢

König sat by himself in the cafeteria.

Three sausages, a spoonful of beans, and two eggs alongside a 500ml water bottle were all that consisted of his daily breakfast. Hash browns would be served raw, and the bagels were solid enough to break teeth when bitten into. He didn't even want to consider the sandwiches, as their stale, stinking cheese and slick ham made him gag. A pity that they didn't serve Bratwurst or order authentic — hell, even half-decent — eggs, as the meat in his sausages tasted out of date and the yolks were a dull yellow. The beans weren't even Heinz.

Looking at the cheap slop on his tray made him lose his appetite. At least the water was drinkable, but its taste was peculiar at best.

König sighed.

Every day "eating" the same breakfast, sitting in the same spot, at the same time.

To say that he enjoyed the routine of the barracks would be an overstatement, as he felt oppressed by the monotony: rigorous and thorough briefings pre-missions; intense training three times a day; shooting drills and target practice right after the sun barely opened its eye or into late hours of the evening when it was hard to see. Yet he couldn't complain, and forced himself to appreciate the predictable structure of the barracks.

After all, routine meant safety.

Knowing the details of the misson and the intel required guaranteed a flawless operation. Knowing how exactly to eliminate an opponent in any given situation meant that it made the job even easier. Knowing when to dive for cover to avoid a rain of bullets and the rumbling thunder of machine guns in an active shootout equalled survival.

And knowing that you intimidated everyone on base at least made social interactions easier. All of these extended his life expectancy, yet by how much was anyone's guess.

Being a 6'10 wall of a pure muscle made him the perfect human bulldozer, and paired with his animalistic instincts taking over while on the battlefield, he struck fear in even his own teammates.

Most of the time, König didn't even need to use a gun, as he could snap an enemy's neck faster than they could blink; and, even if they could do that, they wouldn't be able to react fast enough as he manhandled their body like a rag doll and snapped their spine in half over his knee. Quick and easy kills. Other times, frantic stabs in the abdomen, chest or neck finished with a harsh cut of the throat sufficed when sneaking, and allowed him to release any pent of frustration he felt that he wouldn't have been able to relieve through strangulation alone.

Yet, all of the time, seeing König's brutality first-hand made his teammates lose their balance and struggle to collect themselves during the mission, fearing that he would turn to indiscriminately killing anyone that had the misfortune of entering his field of vision. Compared to König's animalistic instincts taking over in an active firefight and causing bloodshed, his allies putting down enemies with a bullet to the head seemed merciful, and even kind.

Unlike friendships, killing people was easy. Keeping good relations with people was difficult enough for König to begin with — with his first hurdle being his social anxiety, and the hurdle of others being getting used to his frightening exterior — and it grew more and more into a challenge as he moved up the ranks, until his position as Colonel made him feared, not respected. People avoided his eyes, and kept conversations to a minimum, bowing their heads in fear, not respect.

After witnessing him maul enemies like a feral animal, König walking down the barracks had people scuttling away like rats in opposite directions, a horde of people dissipating in an instant. Crowded rooms with rowdy laughter suddenly were brought to silence once he made the mistake of entering, with people speaking in hushed whispers or not even speaking at all, opting to escape before their colonel addressed them.

Truth of the matter was, König never wanted to be a colonel. He'd had rather been the one receiving orders than the one making them, as his social anxiety in front of innumerable pairs of expectant eyes put pressure on him in the moment and made it near impossible to let a single word out.

He was not a natural born leader: he knew it, everyone knew it; but he kept his position solely due to his ruthlessness in action and his cold efficiency, as there was no one like him that could come close to imitating his behaviour.

Then, to say that he enjoyed the daily routine of life in the barracks was a stretch to say the least. The thrill of killing on missions and the primal adrenaline that took over his veins and clouded his senses could not be more of a contrast to this boredom and overwhelming isolation on base: of every day sitting in the same damned spot; of every day pretending to eat the same damned food; and, of every damned day being avoided by the other operators to be at a peace he was forced to accept, whether he liked it or not. What a miserable life to live.

The beans on his plate looked menacing, and he had the urge to crush each one individually until they'd stop sneering at him so, as being judged by off-brand beans was running his patience thin. Yet, he wouldn't do that, as everyone else would view him as not only a brute but a mentally unstable lunatic who was now using food scraps as an outlet for his temper; so, he resorted to just picking at the rations instead. His head was in his palm, and his gaze went elsewhere, his pale blue eyes drooping.

So engrossed in absentmindly pushing the beans on his tray with his fork and contemplating what went wrong with him that he did not hear the footsteps walking towards him.

You cleared your throat. "E-excuse me, sir, but can I sit here?"

König looked up, and saw a young recruit hovering over him with a small brown paper bag in their hands. Your face was one he hadn't seen before around here, and you weren't in the standard military uniform, so he assumed that you were perhaps a groundsperson of sorts.

Your ignorance of him was probably the only reason you dared approach him, as any other person would have avoided his table at all costs and gotten whiplash from how quickly they'd turn their head the other way. However, he was glad that he didn't intimidate everyone that encountered him, and was internally thanking you for giving him a chance. Some hope.

Feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinising stare, you tugged the collar of your t-shirt and struggle for words.

"S-sorry," you begun, sheepishly looking down at the floor. A rub of the neck and a shuffling of feet. "It's just... all of the other tables are crowded, and I don't know anyone here well. And yours—" You looked at him, shooting him a lopsided grin, "—yours is empty."

"I understand," he stated, before looking back down at the mush on his tray. "Not a problem."

You gulped, feeling like he was dismissing you, and beginning to regret approaching him. "Are you sure, sir? I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Look at you, he thought, so thoughtful over his feelings. When was the last time anyone bothered to ask him how he felt, or treated him like a human being?

"Ja. I am sure."

Still standing, unsure as to how to interpret the tone of his statement, you shot him a shy smile and sat down at a reasonable distance from the man, beginning to unpack the contents of your bag.

König kept stealing glances of you from under his eyebrows, trying to be discreet. Although he actually was uncomfortable — not used to company in the slightest, especially with someone so polite and courteous — he was oddly drawn to you.

He was thankful that you were oblivious to his status around these parts, and he wanted to leave a decent first impression on you before you finally overheard the true rumours about him, and paid attention to how quiet the cafeteria had gotten now that you two were sat together.

The thing was, he didn't know where to begin.

Communication was not his strong suit. He mused over potential ways of starting a conversation, yet not only had he never been faced with a situation like this, the language barrier was ever so present. Perhaps if he could speak to you in German he'd be able to formulate his thoughts better, yet at the moment it felt like all his knowledge of English seemingly evaporated in an instant.

"You prepared well your breakfast," he stated plainly, angling for any kind of small talk. He internally cringed at the order of those words and how wrong that sentence sounded in his voice, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

An awkward smile. "—W-wow. Thank you, sir!"

König felt his chest tighten, but he didn't know why. 

"My first day on base I had the misfortune of being served breakfast," you continued, "so, from then on I decided right then and there "never again". The food—" you laughed weakly, "—sure is something."

"Du hast recht," agreed König. "I mean... You are right. If I had a dog, I never would feed it this— these... scraps."

You could sense König hungrily devouring your food with his eyes. Although he tried to be subtle, he was not good at going unnoticed. Really, stealing glances of this behemonth in front of you, you kind of pitied the man, especially when the next edible meal would be in precisely 5 hours. With his breakfast beaten and bruised into an unrecognisable pulp, it was definitely too late for him to consume.

Mourning your sandwiches, you silently bid them farewell and took a deep breath:

"Well, sir. I would assume that you're hungry."  You took out the contents from your bag and slid them in front of him, smiling meekly. "You can have my breakfast."

He looked down at your two sandwiches and his eyes visibly widened under his hood; four thick slices of sourdough bread, a generous slather of butter, cheese, rocket lettuce, and thinly sliced pieces of meat, topped with tomatoes, and most likely seasoned with spring onion and pepper.

They looked so appetising, and he felt his mouth salivate, yet he shook his head vehemently. "Nein! Ich sollte das nicht tun, nicht, wenn du dich so sehr bemüht hast!"

You tilted your head in confusion. König mentally facepalmed.

"I-I mean... you tried very hard, and it isn't right of me. They are yours."

You waved a dismissive hand. "Honestly, you need them more than me. Have them."

"Einer wird ausreichen," He shook his head again, and picked up one slowly. "One will be enough."

He reached over to take one and you looked at him expectantly, patiently waiting for him to take a bite and give you his thoughts, yet it hit you. He was wearing his mask. He probably wouldn't eat in front of you.

A cough. "S-sorry. I'll look away while you eat it. Tell me what you think about it."

König practically shoved the entire thing in his mouth the moment your back faced him and and started choking. He saw you turning back to assist, but he raised a weak hand to stop you.

Getting over his coughing fit, he could finally appreciate the freshness and the flavour of the sandwich. It tasted of... nostalgia. Like the sandwiches his Mama would make for him after school to reassure him and to take his mind off the day's events. He felt like a young boy again. When he closed his eyes, for a split-second he imagined he was in the kitchen with his mother chatting energetically, taking his plate and ruffling his hair when he had finished and feeding him another, insisting that he "was a growing boy".

"So köstlich..." he said, and was disappointed to see that the sandwich was gone from his hands, already eaten. "Mein gott, that was perfekt. A sandwich of the Gods."

You turned around and you were beaming so brightly that König swore he would need to shield his eyes from the sight.

"Thank you so much! You don't know how happy that makes me."

You looked at him, your smile unwavering. "Do you know what would make me happier?"

He gave you a blank look. "...No?"

"If you ate the other one," you said, and König's eyes widened comically. "Though, please, be careful. Sandwiches can sure be a choking hazard," you dared tease him, and was actually surprised when he let out a quiet chuckle.

After savouring his second sandwich, the two of you were quiet. Although the tension had evaporated, the silence was deafening, and you felt suffocated by the lack of conversation.

"Uhm... Sir. What is your name?" A hesitant start, your hands folded neatly in your lap. "If it isn't too much of a personal question, of course."

He deliberated for a few moments, before responding with a quiet "König."

"König," you repeated, making sure to pronounce it properly. Your eyes widened in realisation, and you smiled broadly. "That's King, in German, right? That's so funny, because I go by King!"

König froze up like a statue.

"Holy fucking shit, what are the chances?" You rambled, not realising how quiet König had become. "Honestly, what are we doing here? Where are our castles, our riches? Our chariots led by silver horses and our toilets made of 24 carat gold?"

König shrugged stiffly. "Blown up by a grenade, I suppose."

You looked at him, dumbfounded, then burst into laughter. Like, fits of giggles, too many of them and too strong for his unbelievably dry response. Maybe that's why you were laughing so hard.

Either way, König couldn't believe it at first.

It was so... beautiful. Almost angelic in a way, despite you holding yourself up with a palm on the table and unable to contain your pig-like snorts. He could get used to hearing you laugh more often.

And, just like that, he dropped his guard. Slowly, all of his stiffness melted, and he became more of his confident self, this trait only ever coming out when he was actively shooting.

The two of you spent the entire length of breakfast chatting, joking, and telling each other things about each other. Although König insisted that his English wasn't good, you assured him that you understood him just fine — if anything, his confused looks and furrowed eyebrows at idioms you used were adorably endearing, each time earning a sympathetic giggle from you.

At some point — and though he would've been ashamed to admit it — he tuned out the babbling that came out of your mouth as he admired your face, noting all of your features: the colour of your eyes and how they'd crinkle in happiness whenever you smiled; the way your hair flowed and framed your face; taking the time to count all of the freckles on your nose and committing the number to memory.

He'd only catch himself staring when you'd suddenly finish talking. "But what do I know, I'm kind of stupid if you ask me. It's a wonder I passed the tests to qualify for this job in the first place."

You locked eyes with him, interested in hearing what he had to say. "What do you think, König? I bet you know the answer!"

To which he'd quickly clear his throat and respond with, "Ich weiß nicht. I don't know. To be... frank, though that is strange for me to say when I am not "Frank"—" 

You struggled to struggle to contain your laughter, and quickly apologized as soon as you stopped shaking, before attempting to explain to this clueless Austrian man why it was used. König didn't feel demeaned by your explanation, though, as he thought that his blunders would be worth it every time if it meant hearing you laugh so sweetly.

To König's dismay, half an hour flew by in minutes, and it was time to part ways as you began your daily duties.

As the two of you stood up, you initially had realised that König was taller than the average man based off how his knees could barely fit under the table.

You sure as fuck did not expect to see this.

He towered over you, casting a shadow down below. You had to strain your neck to make eye contact with him, and a painful cramp was already forming.

"Ha—ha.... you're pretty, uh... big."

That statement had more than one connotation. Gott sei Dank für diese Maske, he thought. Thank God for this mask, otherwise you would have seen the blush from his neck up to his ears after his mind went to a place he hadn't thought it'd go, especially not with a person he had formally met not even an hour ago.

"Oh well, I can finally put those 4-inch combat boots in the bottom of my closet to good use," you laughed, playfully nudging what meant to be his shoulder but your height difference meant that you instead touched his pec. Not that you minded though.

With your arms behind your back, you shyly averted your gaze. "Well... It was nice to meet you, König."

"You too... King."

Furrowing of brows as you tilted your head. "How do you say it in German? "Auf Wiedersehen"?"

"Ja, das ist es."

"Well then, Auf Wiedersehen, big guy. I'll see you around!"

Big guy... In more ways than one...

God. König had to get a grip.

Yet, with the way he was looking at your backside and fantasizing about your next meeting, he already knew that not even Gott could help him.

...

Note: I HATE this fucking fanfiction WITH MY SOUL 🤬🤬. This fucking thing was NEARLY FINISHED and I was in the process of tweaking yet my phone decided to erase half of my progress !!!! 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

My phone 📵 and God 🤬 didn't want this fanfiction getting published yet guess what!!! 🖕🖕🖕🖕Fuck you!!!🖕🖕🖕 Ive gotten it out anyways🗣️ fucking shaved a decade off of my life trying to recovervthe opening part of this fic,,

,,,,literally why did I get punished for writing a very mild and unextreme fanfic 😭😭😭😭 like the first half was just in Königs perspective and Ur telling me that i can't do that?????

I mf get fucking crucified like Jesus  on the cross, only this time I sarcificed my sleep and sanity to not be ressurected again,, bitch I would have rather died if I had known tjis would happen ☠️☠️ I could have actually SLEPT?!! 🤬🛌

Never again writing fanfictiosn on my phone, I can't trust this evil technology!!  I'm gonna draft them with PEN and PAPER bitch!!!! Typewriter!!!!!!!! Chalk On Pavement™!!!!!!!!!!!! PERMANENT MARKER ON MY FOREHEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...

If you read this rant of mine, I hope you have a lovely day/night, beautiful person. <33 (please wash your eyes after reading that,,I needed to release my anger somrjow don't judge me hhhhhhhHHHH—)

[periru3]

Part 3 of my commentary on my derpy pokémon drawn from memory.

Original Post - Part 1 - Part 2

1K-1L - Omanyte and Omastar: exemplary mollusks, no notes. 

1L - Kabuto: Would be an A+ except that the second I drew black circles for the eyes I remembered that his underbelly is all black so I should’ve left the eyes unshaded so I could fill in the belly.

1N - Kabutops: I think I achieved, if nothing else, the Vibe™ of a kabutops. and that’s what counts. 

1O - Vulpix: overall quite good, but I know I could have done better. 

2K - Ninetales: certainly not bad, but definitely not a fox. Most likely a german shepherd cosplaying as a ninetales. very cute, but could never achieve the sheer elegance of the real thing. 

2L - Paras: *whips out my pam beesly meme* they’re the same picture. 

2M - Parasect: quite good, actually. 

2N-2O - Diglit and Dugtrio: I’d be deeply embarassed if I’d somehow fucked these up. 

3K-3L - Eggsecute and Exeggutor: So damn close to on point. How the fuck have I never noticed exeggutor doesn’t have arms???

3M-3N - Drowzee and Hypno: Okay so I felt very sure these guys were gonna suck cause they’re honestly pretty boring and unmemorable in terms of design so even though there isn’t much to them, I felt sure I couldn’t remember anything specific but drowzee’s nose. But actually they turned out... perfect?

3O-4L - Bellsprout, Weepinbell and Victreebel: stunning, I love them all. 

4M - Porygon: I have... no idea what porygon looks like. He’s just, like... a shape. He’s a guy made of several shapes. I don’t fucking know. 

4N-4O - Seel and Dewgong: pretty good, very happy with them, wish I’d remembered how flowy all of dewgong’s limbs are though

5K - Mr. Mime: okay so this is definitely a guy impersonating Mr. Mime, but not the way the german shepherd is cosplaying ninetales or those two drag queens are serving clefairy and clefable realness. This is malicious. Mr. Mime has been abducted and now everyone is trying to gaslight you into thinking this is him and this is what he’s looked like all along. 

5L - Onix: technically this is pretty much perfect, but for whatever reason I can’t shake the feeling that this is not, in fact, and onix, but rather is a weavile that never leveled up enough to evolve, and is moments away from dying of old age. 

5M - Rattata: 2 things: 1) I’m embarrassed that it took me 123 pokémon to remember rattata exists and 2) this is not a rattata, it’s just a rat. 

5N - Raticate: this, on the other hand, is definitely a raticate. Good job, me. 

5O - Jynx: this is Jynx’s marginally sluttier and much stupider sister, Junx. 

6K-6L - Grimer and Muk: okay so it turns out when you’re drawing a pile of goo with a face, there is a certain ephemeral essence to the creature that is hard to define, but must be captured to accurately convey the goo or you’ve basically just drawn a very ugly ghost. I drew a very ugly ghost. And also I forgot grimer’s a smiley lil guy. Sorry, bud. I didn’t mean to kill your childlike wonder. 

6M-7N - guys who need no introduction, because all of them are perfect and you can tell exactly who they are: this was by far my longest streak of truly perfect pokémon, and thank god cause I really needed the self esteem boost after the last two. Every one of these guys is a perfect special little dude and I love them all, but special shout out to poliwag and magnemite. Stunning. Never change. 

7O - Aerodactyl: unfortunately, the higher you climb, the harder you fall. This creature is an unholy spawn of hell and I am embarrassed to be associated with her. 

8K - Lickitung: did not expect to hit this one out of the park but I think we can all agree that’s what happened. Also if he jerked his head back very quickly, his tongue would give shellder’s tongue a high five. 

The 10 I could not for the life of me remember, despite many hours of trying. I decided to phone a friend, and my brother was able to come up with all 10 in about 20 minutes. 

8L - Snorlax: genuinely devastated to have forgotten snorlax. I hope I’ve redeemed myself by drawing him perfectly, but given how simple and also iconic he is, I’m not sure it quite balances the scales. 

8M-8N - Pinsir and Scyther: not sorry for forgetting these two. they’re forgettable. I’m quite happy with how pinsir turned out and I think we should really just focus on that and move right along to ponyta and continue to forget about scyther.

8O-9K - Ponyta and Rapidash: almost as upset I forgot these two as I am about snorlax. I’d call my rendering of both of them unobjectionable but nothing to write home about. 

9L-9M - Rhyhorn and Rhydon: another two I’m not that broken up about forgetting. Pretty happy with both drawings, especially since rhyhorn’s main characteristic is being extremely bumpy, which is hard to render into a 1″ sharpie drawing. 

9N-9O - Slowpoke and Slowbro: aaand once again I am salty about forgetting these two. I am, however, very happy with both drawings. These guys are top tier. Fucking love them. I would adopt either of them off the street on sight. I think slowpoke in particular is a prime example of me successfully remembering all of the details of a pokémon’s design, but being fundamentally bad at animal proportions, to what I’d consider delightful effect. Outstanding. 

10K - Wigglytuff: this. little. bastard! is the ONLY evolution of a pokémon I did remember that I fucking forgot! He’s separated from his sister! They aren’t even on the same page! I’m livid. The drawing is fine, but I am not. (I think in my head I sort of lumped wigglytuff with igglybuff into the “evolution added in another gen” category. like an idiot)

10L-10N - Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres: this is what the majestic legendary birds look like when you technically for the most part get them right I guess, but you drain them utterly of all their majesty, all their elegance, all their gravitas, and I for one am here for it. 

10O - Mew and Mewtwo: pretty happy with mewtwo, and though I’m not thrilled with mew, I’ll give me a pass on account of me trying to fit two pokemon into a 1″ square. It’s hard to convey an adequate amount of cuteness in that tiny a space. 

[notthatdeafbard]

Final thoughts on Pokemon Scarlet

As I finish the story this afternoon, I have to put all my thoughts into writing. There will be story spoilers below the Read More for anyone who does not want to be spoiled for parts of the story.

Starfall Street Thoughts

If there’s one thing I’ve noticed over the last everal games, it’s that the “villain” teams have become less and loess like villains and just misfits/outcasts. As someone who played the original games, the last 3 villain teams have not been true villains. In Red/Blue/Yellow and Silver/Gold/Crystal, we had Team Rocket, who was basically the Mafia. In Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald, we had Team Aqua and Team Magma, Groups who wanted to either rid the world of land or water, depending on the team, which would destroy the world. In Pearl/Diamond/Platinum, we had Team Galactic, who wanted to destroy the world and recreate it. In Black/White/Black2/White2 we had Team Plasma, who started as Pokemon PETA and became basically Nazis. Then in X/Y, we had Team Flare, who, if I remember right, always wanted to destroy the world. 

But then we come to Sun/Moon, there the villain team was just a gang of misfits. In Sword/Shield, they were a group who just wanted their fave trainer to win and made a nuisance of themselves.

And Scarlet/Violet...Were bullied kids who stood up to their bullies and became the thing they hated. It made me feel bad for taking them down, as someone who was bullied most of my school career. The story for each of the leaders seemed so silly, but it made me feel for them. And finally, Cassiopeia, aka Penny...

Mind you, I’ve had a love for Penny ever since her design was revealed. I am an eevee lover, and I used to draw myself in an exceedingly similar design to her for nearly a decade. Upon playing the game and talking to people who know me well, even the personality matched fairly well. It was eye opening, and it made the fight with her so much more impactful for me. While I felt bad for taking down this group who only formed because they were bullied, it felt empowering knowing I was helping them too.

Path of Legends Thoughts

Upon initially meeting Arven, I disliked him. He pissed me off and I honestly wanted nothing to do with him. But after learning his story of wanting to save his Mabosstiff...I know this story effected a lot of people. Most people, me included, immediately made this storyline a priority. But part of the reason for me stemmed from personal feelings of mine.

See, in March of 2021, my family lost our dog suddenly. he was a German Shepherd, and he was very healthy and lively. then suddenly one night he started acting strange, and lifted his head like he heard something, before it just dropped and he was gone. We don’t know what happened, as he had just been fine earlier in the day. It was a very sudden loss that, almost 2 years later, I still have not recovered from; he was my first dog. 

So seeing Arven fight so hard to save this dog pokemon, it triggered feelings in me, made me wish I could play with my own dog one more time. Arven’s story as a whole is tragic and I ended up loving him almost as much as I love Penny. I understand his lonelyness in a sense, as someone who was abandoned by one of my parents, and he just eneded up being such an impact on me.

Victory Road Thoughts

I don’t have much to say on this one. It’s the generic “collect the gym badges and fight the elite four” story we have in ever game. The designs of the different gym leaders were fun. What I did really enjoy, however, is how fleshed out they all were. They weren’t just gym leaders. They were chefs, or rappers, or businessmen etc. They had LIVES outside of being a gym leader, which was something only touched on in Sword/shield occasionally. This time it felt more fleshed out, because they talked about it more. The bug type gym leader even had her own bakery! They were human first, gym leaders second, and I absolutely loved that!

Nemona’s constant want to battle was a little irritating for me, as someone who doesn’t like the rival battles much. Because she was already champion level, most of the fights felt trivial, because we know she’s going easy on us and pulling punches. Her obsession with battling is a little too much and while I initially liked her, she got old quick for me. 

The Way Home Thoughts

Now for the story after the three main story lines, taking place in The Great Crater. The Final Story if you will.

The professor’s fate was not surprising to me. But the fact that there were so many failsafes to prevent the time machine from being shut down made me very sad. because to me that meant her research meant more than anything, even her own son. Despite what the AI said. 

But everyone cheering on Koraidon in the end was just perfect. perfect unification of friendship. 

Conculsion

Honestly this is probably tied for first place for my favorite pokemon game. The stories were great, all the characters were fantastic, most of the pokemon designs were fun. I didn’t experience the glitches that others had, but it was a lot of fun, and I cannot wait to reply it to stream when I have the time.

[rinnnyxr]

Bold what you relate(d) to/what you were like/are like.

Infancy 1. I was born by cesarean section.  2. I was completely bald as a newborn. 3. I was a pretty tiny baby. 4. I cried a lot, almost all the time. 5. I was a cholicky baby. 6. My mom carried me in a sling. 7. I didn't know how to pet our cat right, so I pulled his hair. 8. I can remember some of my first holidays, especially Halloween and Christmas. 9. I didn't like being separated from my mom. 10. My baby blanket was sea-foam green.

11. If I had been a boy, I would've been named Zane or Joseph. 12. I was born on May 1st. 13. The worst illness I got was roseola. 14. My first stuffed animal was a teddy bear. 15. I can recall my mom singing me to sleep. 16. I was breast-fed. 17. My being born helped my dad become more mature. 18. My mom sewed a lot of clothes for me. 19. The first movie I saw was Aladdin. 20. My first pet dog was a German Shepherd.

Childhood 1. My sister was born when I was almost 2 years old. 2. I grew up without commercial television. 3. I had a giant collection of stuffed animals. 4. I loved reading stories with my parents before bedtime. 5. We got a different German Shepherd as a pet. 6. We also went through a lot of pet cats. 7. I was homeschooled for kindergarten and 1st grade. 8. I'm still friends with my first best friend. 9. I loved drawing, particularly dragons and horses. 10. My first horse was very old. 11. I preferred listening to oldies rather than things like The Backstreet Boys or N*Sync. 12. I hoped to grow up to be an author. 13. I often wrote short stories but never finished them. 14. I kept a diary. 15. I believed in Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny. 16. I took swimming lessons. 17. I was extremely shy. 18. One of my favorite books was The Little House in the Big Woods. 19. I loved to play games on our computer with my dad. 20. ^^ However, I never owned one of the older gaming systems... just a very old computer.

Pre-Teen Years 1. I was still extremely shy. 2. I discovered the convenience of the internet. 3. ^^ However, we only had dial-up. 4. I switched schools a few times. 5. I was shocked how much other kids talked about sex. 6. I was self-conscious about my looks. 7. I became really interested in anime/manga. 8. ^^ I didn't really read/watch much else. 9. My dad passed away. 10. I was really into drawing and was becoming very good. 11. My hope was to someday become a comic artist/author. 12. I got a PS2 and was really into video games, such as Final Fantasy. 13. I had a best friend with the same name as me. 14. I didn't have a very good diet. 15. We got another dog, an Australian Shepherd. 16. We began considering remodeling our house. 17. I played clarinet and was a part of my school's band. 18. I wanted to learn Japanese. 19. ^^ I also wanted to go to Japan very badly. 20. I had zero fashion sense.

Teenage Years 1. We moved into town for a while. 2. I had commercial television for the first time. 3. ^^ As well as high-speed internet. 4. I had my first boyfriend. 5. ^^ And first kiss. 6. During freshman year, I loved high school. 7. I moved on from the anime/manga scene. 8. I got better at drawing but drew less often. 9. I had more friends. 10. My self-confidence got better. 11. I switched schools multiple times. 12. I started reading a lot more often. 13. I dyed my hair for the first time. 14. I cut my hair to an inch in length. 15. We remodeled our house and moved back into it. 16. My mom started dating someone new. 17. I started to really dislike high school. 18. I had a really bad breakup. 19. I left the country for the first time. 20. I started learning French.

Present (26 Years Old) 1. I'm really ready to move on from high school to college. 2. I want to learn guitar. 3. I'm trying to get back into drawing again. 4. I can be kind of cynical. 5. I want to dye my hair a crazy color. 6. I want to learn more French... 7. ... As well as many other languages. 8. I also want to see the world. 9. I haven't decided what I want to do for a living. 10. My sister is one of my best friends. 11. One of my favorite things to read is mythology. 12. I reaaallly love classical literature. 13. I'm giving up regretting and holding grudges. 14. I'm a virgin... 15. ... and I'm waiting for someone really special to change that. 16. I can be too nice... 17. ... which makes a lot of odd guys very attracted to me. :S 18. I love fashion. 19. I have a great relationship with my mom. 20. I want try living in an apartment, at least once.

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APPEARANCE: i’m smaller than most of my friends my feet are small one of my parents/siblings has the same hair color as me my hair is naturally straight

i think i have nice arms/hands i tan easily

none of my parents/siblings has the same eye color as me

i have dimples

my forehead is big

i wear contacts/glasses i’m ginger and i have freckles

BEAUTY: i hate shaving

i go on manicure/pedicure

i do my eyebrows

i own at least one item from adidas and/or nike

i tattoed/pierced myself

i was on diet

i have pimples i do my makeup everyday

i love necklaces

i have/had dyed hair

i own 4 or more pairs of jeans i had undergone plastic surgery

DO I KNOW: how to dance limbo?

the story of how my parents met? how to swear in three or more languages? more than 3.14 of pi?

when’s my best friend’s birthday?

how to french kiss?

what goes after “in west philadelphia born and raised…”?

name all of Kardashians?

how to ride a bike?

I HAVE: made out made lasagna

slapped/punched somebody made a surprise party

smoked cigarettes

ridden on motorcycle

spent whole night without sleeping cooked a meal for somebody made it to the second base let somebody treat me like shit

been told that i was pretty/smart kissed somebody you didn’t feel attracted to cried after reading a book

WILL YOU EVER: go on university/college get married write a book

adopt a child

start a band

go on audition for a show

WOULD YOU EVER: do extreme sports? be without internet for a whole week?

forgive your significant other for cheating on you?

live without fast food for a whole year for 500 00$?

jump from Eiffel Tower for 1MIL$?

live like amish for 1 year for 500 000$?

sing in front of your whole school for free netflix for the rest of your life?

make out with your best friend’s significant other for 800$?

SOCIAL MEDIA: do you have friends on facebook that you never met in real life? do you have tumblr best friend?

did you ever post photo of your meal on instagram?

did a celebrity ever replied/followed/retweeted you/your post on any social media?

do you have stardoll account?

have you ever stalked somebody on social media?

do your friends know your wifi password?

have you ever illegally downloaded music/movies/tv shows/books?

WHICH IS BETTER: nice shoulders or nice arms

collarbones or hipbones flat stomach or long legs

lips or eyes curly hair or straight hair

six pack or nice arms long eyelashes or nice eyebrows

funny or romantic

RANDOM: have you ever seen a cow in real life? did you ever swim in a river? have you ever talked to your pet? have you ever helped your friend get ready for a date?

have you been in a fist fight?

were you ever been in a love triangle?

have you ever had period cramps? did you put your name in the goblet of fire?

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*LOVES* 1. Netflix 2. Apple cider 3. Sephora 4. Self-help books 5. NYLON Magazine 6. Family Guy 7. Sunglasses 8. The Big Bang Theory 9. Last.fm 10. Forever 21 11. Shoulder bags 12. Bangles 13. Scary movies 14. Art supplies 15. Driving 16. Writing poetry 17. White chocolate Reese’s 18. Glee 19. Fashion 20. The Simpsons 21. Heavy blankets 22. Christmas 23. Friends (the show) 24. Arrested Development 25. Rings 26. My MacBook Pro 27. Sleeping 28. Staying up late 29. Mexican food 30. America’s Next Top Model 31. Legally Blonde 32. Floral dresses 33. Boots 34. Kitties 35. Dogs 36. Animals, in general 37. Board games 38. Beer 39. Red wine 40. Scarves 41. Vanilla Coke 42. Butterscotch 43. Documentaries 44. Writing 45. Skinny jeans 46. Naps 47. A clean bedroom 48. Having clean hair 49. Nail polish 50. Children 51. Jersey Shore 52. Traveling 53. California 54. Teen Mom 55. The ocean 56. Cuddling 57. Holding hands 58. Kissing 59. Having sex 60. Talking on the phone with the guy I like 61. Being home alone 62. Reading 63. Strawberry-flavored things 64. Indie music 65. Everlasting Gobstoppers 66. King of the Hill 67. Cream soda 68. Headbands 69. Sandals 70. Perfume 71. YouTube 72. CollegeHumor 73. Facebook 74. Naming things 75. Long hair 76. Dark-haired guys 77. When guys wear glasses 78. Sunshine 79. Storms 80. The Fourth of July 81. Pizza 82. Bob Dylan 83. Singing 84. Clam chowder 85. Garlic 86. Polar bears 87. Bronzer 88. Chocolate 89. Popcorn 90. Road trips 91. Seeing musicals 92. Bo Burnham 93. Demetri Martin 94. The color yellow 95. The color green 96. The color pink 97. The color blue 98. Stud earrings 99. Fairs 100. Autumn

*HATES* 1. Doing dishes 2. Cleaning 3. Tomatoes 4. Moulin Rouge 5. When my computer freezes 6. Potato skins 7. The color red 8. The color orange 9. Pumping gas 10. Pomegranate 11. Predictability 12. Rihanna 13. Hoop earrings 14. Halloween 15. Gin 16. MySpace 17. Twitter 18. Flip flops 19. Liquid Eyeliner 20. Repetition 21. Metal Music 22. Over-analyzing 23. Worrying 24. Anxiety 25. Uncoated pills 26. Having to wake up early 27. Hot chocolate 28. Wal-Mart 29. Bird poop on my car 30. Inconsiderate people 31. Nightmares 32. Chores 33. Hanging up clothes 34. Being tired 35. Cramps 36. Being ignored 37. Losing touch 38. Alarm clocks 39. Skiing 40. Football 41. Golf 42. Hummers 43. Pickles 44. Makeup lines 45. Too much sauce on my pizza 46. Acne 47. When there’s nothing good on TV 48. When plans fall through 49. Not having money 50. Being too hot

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NAMES Your first name begins with a C. Your first name contains 6 letters. Your mom solely picked out your name prior to your birth. Your first name is of Latin origin. You like your first name. Your surname contains 7 letters. Your surname begins with a C. Many people have had trouble spelling or pronouncing your surname. When you get married, you’ll choose to take your partner’s surname.

BIRTHDAY, BIRTHPLACE & THE LIKE You were born outside of the United States. You’re a Capricorn. You think most of your personality traits are akin to your zodiac sign. You have lived in more than one foreign country. You have one sister. You have half-siblings. You have step-siblings. You’re a middle child. One of your parents is deceased. Two of your grandparents are deceased. You would love to have kids of your own some day. You would consider adopting a child. You don’t see much of your relatives very often. You have a first cousin you haven’t seen in 10+ years. You’re in your late 20s. You have completed at least some college.

SPORTS & OTHER ACTIVITIES You’re not an athletic person. …but you try to remain physically active. You don’t understand the concept of American football. You like soccer. You’re a fan of the NY Mets. You’ve tried skiing and figure skating. You have a gym membership. You like ice hockey. You have watched a game/match (of any professional sport) LIVE. You like to swim, but are not very good at it.

RELATIONSHIPS & ROMANCE You’re in a committed relationship. You’ve been committed to your partner for 6+ months. You’re a sucker for old, romantic films. You’ve watched porn movies on cable. You’ve personally experienced a pregnancy. You plan to marry the person you’re involved with now.

RANDOM MIX You prefer winter over summer. You like the cold. New Year’s Eve is your favorite holiday. Christmas really bores or depresses you. You’re agnostic or atheist. You’re socially liberal. You have pen pals from foreign countries. You have a Tumblr account. You’re a proponent of LGBT, animal and environmental rights. You’re thrifty. You have lived with roommates… …and hated it! You find the terms “retard” and “fag” very offensive and overused. You’re multi-ethnic. You’re trying to omit sweets from your diet. You’ve recently quit drinking or smoking. You’re currently unemployed. You love techno music. You’re an 80s brat. You’re bilingual. At least one of your family members has served in the military. You believe war is not a solution to ANYTHING! You fidget constantly when feeling nervous or bored. You’re a suburbanite. You have owned a dog, cat, some fish, or a rabbit. You know someone with a neurological disorder like ADHD, epilepsy, OCD, etc. You’re a grammar freak. You’ve participated in a spelling bee in elementary school. You prefer swimming in a natural body of water over a swimming pool. You have naturally wavy hair. You love to travel…. but hate traveling by plane!! You don’t own a desktop computer. You like spicy and sweet foods. You thought George W. Bush was one of the dumbest U.S. presidents ever. You’ve been to NY…. California… Massachusetts… Florida… Washington, DC… Texas… Virginia… Maryland… New Jersey… New Hampshire… Rhode Island… Maine… Canada… Western Europe… You’re a natural brunette, but have colored it before. You think you have a dis-proportioned physique. You think horror movies are more dumb than scary. You prefer to spend your Friday and Saturday nights quietly. You’ve taken a ballet or jazz class. You know how to play a musical instrument. You hate to cook and really suck at it. You don’t attend parties very often. You’ve pondered about how overall life was like 100 years ago.