No... Cressilia... Please... - Pokemon CreepypastaBLACK 2 - IN-GAME PASTA. NAME: NO... CRESSILIA... PLEASE... - TRAINER'S POVNo... Cressilia... Please... - Pokemon Creepypasta3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Today I talked to Oracion the Darkrai about our new team member. I didn't tell him yet, but it's going to be a Cressilia. I wonder how they will react to each other. I can't wait to see. Her name will be Dreamer. After I catch her I'm going after Heatran, Latios, and Latias. I can't wait! I hope Arceus will guide us on the rest of our journey.
I yawned as I closed my journal. Sliding it into my bag. I curled into my warm sleeping bag. I looked over threw the darkness to see, in the other sleeping back, my beloved Oracion sleeping peacefully with Celestial the Celebi, Wish the Jirachi, Shimmer the Mew, and Melody the Meloetta. They all seemed peaceful, curling up against Oracion. I am happy that there was a Lunar wing on Oracion, that way nobody gets nightmares. It's a very useful item when sleeping. I smiled at them before drifting off to sleep. The sounds of the pokemon ou
The Blue Stone - Darkrai TransformationThe stone was glowing dark blue again, just as it always has when night came. Tonight it seemed different, though. It was glowing even brighter then it has before, so much it lit the whole room.The Blue Stone - Darkrai Transformation5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stared at it from the comfort of my bed. I always knew something wasn't right about that stone, ever since I got it for my birthday not that long ago. I thought it was pretty at first. But now it was preventing me from sleeping, making me hate it.
I glared at it for a few minutes, and a few more until I grew tired.
I got out of bed thinking that I should take the stone and throw it outside so someone else could deal with it. I went over, grabbed the little pain in the butt, and quietly opened the door out of my room.
"Alright," I thought to the stone. "I admit you're pretty, but I've had enough of you. I went over to the door that lead outside and was only able to open it a crack, before my dog came running over to me. "Ember!! I hissed "Not now! Go!
Ember didn't listen, she has a habit of do
Pokemon creepypasta- Psycho cutI have beaten the Elite Four and the Champion. I was champion of all of Sinnoh. It felt great as I flew from Twinleaf Town to Canalave City. I heard you could get Cresselia and I wanted one. Not only because the professors were too lazy to catch their own Pokemon for the Pokedex but I was going to trade it for my brother's Darkrai. I missed the special event for Darkrai and I was furious. Though, my brother already did the Cresselia event, he was too lazy to go after her and he made a deal if I got Cresselia and traded her, I would get his Darkrai.Pokemon creepypasta- Psycho cut4 years ago in Settings More Like This
At last, I have reached Canalave City and I headed to the captain's house. I walked in and his little boy was in a coma and there was blood on the walls. It was pretty violent for a Pokemon game but I ignored the fact. I just knew today or tommorow, the empty slot in my party was going to be Darkrai. I walked over to the to the mother and began to talk to her. Her face looked red, most likely from crying for her only child.
Days alone. phantom's story.One day....Days alone. phantom's story.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
No one had seen this comming. A roar, screams of help, and blood getting spilled around.
The two parents tried to save their child, but the beast was chasing them.
It all went so fast.
A slash here, and the body of the mother fell down.
The father ran, holding the eggs in his hands.
He had to keep them safe, he had to stay alive to see his children grow up.
But the beast thought different.
The breath was warm and heavy, and his tongue went over its fangs, hungry for blood.
The blood of the mother ran across its face, still warm and fresh.
He had no time to think, he knew it was over.
In a hopeless effort, he hid the eggs, but one of them roll off.
The beast was clossing in. He could feel its fangs piercing his body.
One scream, and it was over....
An unfaithfull encounter
Fredric was a man full with plans.
He had no time for a family, nor he had time to take a break.
He had a job to do, and his job was his life.
The workmen he had next to him, tha
How to comment muro LIKE A BOSSYou will need:How to comment muro LIKE A BOSS4 years ago in Personal More Like This
At least one (1) friend willing to waste time muro-ing with you
Bonus points if said friend lives halfway across the world with major time difference, meaning times spent still awake at 3am in the morning
More time than you know what to do with OR the will to procrastinate
Mouse or a tablet (tablet is better)
The method (+ tip)
Click the "Add Drawing" button when commenting and just go with it
TIP: Personally i like to use the Webink or Sketch brush with webbiness/strokes turned off. These two brushes give crispier lines
And if you're seriously dedicated you might end up with something like this
Darqx and McAlli, 3 days, 28 muros, and >7000px long...happy scrolling...
A poem for Major General WhiskersA poem for Major General Whiskers4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Major General Whiskers
A snappy dressed fellow
with fur, pale grey
and eyes bright yellow
Always seen in a suit
pressed ever so nicely
with long luscious whiskers
always curled so precisely
You classiness may be vast
but this does not suffice
set fella free
or I will hoard all the mice...
Your somewhat loyal,
Transit of FUCKING CLOUDS GET OUT OF THE WAYI could describe how my morning went but i think it's best summed up in horribly drawn pink doodles Think of this as the Cliff's Notes version.Transit of FUCKING CLOUDS GET OUT OF THE WAY3 years ago in Personal More Like This
DESPERATE TIMES CALLS FOR DESPERATE DESPERATENESS.
But at least I can say that i saw it in real life! I love the fact we can get away with these shenanigans at work
And yes, i do have a photo of me with a retarded looking box over my head, somewhere.