beta Tangrowth reminds me of lucy from the loud house when she smiles!
To NickTheIrkenArtisti'm sorry for bothering you about my request. please take your time and i will be patient and i will never do it again
Jose and Panchito in Kingdom Heartshere’s my idea if panchito and jose would appear in a kingdom hearts game: they would be met in Traverse Town where they would be trying to fight the heartless until they run into donald, goofy, and sora. after the two introduce themselves, they recognize donald and asks sora and goofy to help them with the heartless. after the battle, they reveal that donald used to be with them in a group by king mickey until he decided to be with goofy and start to understand that donald should be with goofy and sora
also, they will wear similar clothes like donald
what do you think guys?
to xXxCreativeEva17xXxi'm sorry for commenting on your profile, please forgive me okay? can we be friends again? i will never do it again!
Predictions For Nickelodeon Kart RacersNewcomers
.lola and Lana (they will drive the same kart)
. the game will be similar to mario kart double dash, and cartoon network racing
. the characters will each get their own decorated kart of their persona
Predictions of Gen 8 Of Pokemon. region variants of old pokemon
. pre evolutions or evolutions for old pokemon
. having one or two new eeveelutions
. the grass or water starter standing on 4 legs
. the starters will be out of their pokeballs when you pick them like in sun and moon
About Valiskibum94's video about the loud houseValiskibum94 made a video about when the loud house will end.
I think it will be on nickelodeon forever.
About The Arthur Episode Francine And The Felinecan anyone tell me why arthur can't understand that pal is feeling sad and playing with nemo in the episode?
The KeeperAi-la came to me when she was eight years old, dressed in a faded hospital gown, with her feet and arms bare and littered with coloured Band-Aids from IV drips. Other than being remarkably short and skinny, there was nothing peculiar about her appearance—she was yet another child who had unfortunately fallen ill to a fatal disease.
When I first found her outside the House in the dead of night, she was staring blankly at the black sky and shivering. I was immediately able to tell she was a newcomer by the look of her skin, translucent but slowly becoming an opaque white beneath the light of the gold lanterns.
“There are no stars here,” I said as gently as I could in the silence, not wanting to frighten her, as most did not take well to their unwitting transportation to the Other Side. The child remained still. “What is your name?”
She tilted her head and her dark eyes focused upon me, intense and perceptive. She took in my masked face and black suit, her ex
It was just like any other day. Red would be challenged by some random unskillful Pokemon trainer, defeat them with ease and move on. That was beginning to become a daily ritual to the former champion. He may have given up the title three years ago, but hundreds of other trainers and people still see him as the champion.
They considered it some form of 'honor' to battle Red no matter how badly they lost.
Truth be told. Red was getting sick of this false honor his challengers would spout out seconds before the battle began. More often than not it made his stomach churn and ache. He felt a hole beginning to form in his heart. He felt lonely and forgotten.
Champion. What did it mean to be the Champion of the Pokemon League?
It'd been so long since Red became the Champion he had forgotten what it truly felt like. He vaguely remembered being excited to have defeated Green. That's when the hole in his heart began to rip open.
Of course Red had his beloved Pokemon. They recognized him as Red,
APH- 9-11 Fanfiction-Part 1APH- 9/11 Fanfiction Part 1
September 10th, 2001
The meeting room was in its usual state of chaos. It seemed that everyone was talking at the same time. Luminous and brilliant, the sun's rays of light were barely able to pass through the drawn, khaki curtains sheltering the room from the world outside. Because it was not the only skyscraper in New York City, the meeting room could easily be seen from neighboring towers. Not far down the street, for example, were the Twin Towers. Anyone with decent eyesight could easily see into the rooms of the buildings nearby. The meetings of the UN were meant to be kept confidential, so all possible security measured had to be taken. Mounted high on the white walls, the clock displayed 8:37. Just as the red hand ticked to the twelve, the door opened and China walked in.
"Sorry I'm late," he said to no one in particular. America shuffled his papers and then rose, clearing his throat.
Bleach-Arrancar x reader-Pocky game (Aizen)Aizen's version. I did my best to keep him in character I guess.
You opened the huge doors in front of you. As it opens slowly, you walked in and close it quietly. You looked at the throne and notice Aizen was there, smiling down at you.
"__________, what brings you here?" He ask
"Well...I was bored and...wanna play a game?" you showed him the box of pocky.
You heard Aizen giggled (or chuckled, I don't really know the difference .-.) "___________, you definitely are the most playful person of all Las Noches.
"So...is that a yes or a no?" you raised an eyebrow.
"Alright. So long as it doesn't concern bothering the others." He agreed.
You fistpump the air (like this :iconFuckYeahAmericaplz: ) and used your sonido to dash up to his throne.
You explained how to play pocky and he seemed to not be bothered by it. He just...kept on smiling. Both of you bit the pocky and started eating. You two were really REALLY c
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine
Stephano. . .
I took in the flames on the wick of the candle as it danced graciously in the surrounding darkness, it giving out the only illuminating glow.
I couldn't resume my dormancy.
What had caused me to break so easily? I had dishonored myself, made myself look like a fool.
I was frail.
But. . . I couldn't shake away the feelings I've had for PewDie. It was wrong, the kiss we shared earlier, but I enjoyed it. I loved the warm feel of his lips against my cool, metallic, golden ones. I craved the feel of his touch, how he held me so carefully. . . so close.
I just. . .
The rustling sound of dead leaves pulled me away from my thoughts, the soft breeze that caressed me sent goosebumps trailing along my skin, causing me to shiver. As I rubbed my arms, hoping for some warmth to reach them once more, my gaze wondered as I watched a form sit upwards, rubbing their head as if they had just slammed it into the cracked stone floor beneath them.
Curious as to see w
wade liberation war
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Five
PewDie. . .
The sun shone bright in my eyes, causing me to squint against it.
I slowly sat up to find Stephano and Cry sitting in the middle of the room, conversing about ways to escape the castle, fighting tactics, and such.
Stephano's back was towards me, Cry facing my direction.
I felt warmth course through my body for a moment, What was up with that dream...?
Cry noticed me up out of the corner of his eyes, or mask, and beckoned me over.
I slowly got up and staggered over to them, sitting on the floor.
"But I'll be able to fight them off while you all run." Stephano said impatiently.
"Well that's a nice way to get yourself killed friend." Cry said, rubbing his temples tiredly.
I stifled a yawn, "What the hell...?" I asked, speaking my thoughts aloud.
When were they friends...? I wondered.
Stephano simple shook his head, "Ways to escape."
I looked around the large room for a minute then sighed, face palming myself, "Either we missed a room back where Mr. Water Mons
The Writer's InkJonathan sat trembling in the dark. He stared at nothing, his eyes not penetrating the circle of blackness that surrounded him. A single lamp illuminated the round table he sat at, allowing him enough light to see the edges of it and nothing more. A tea pot and half-empty cup sat in the centre. With a trembling hand he reached toward it and took it towards his lips, not truly looking at it as he drank. He set the cup down on a plate. The cup rattled against it, the only sound save for the thunder that rumbled in the distance.
He heard a switch flick. Jonathan shut his eyes for a moment, temporarily blinded by the harshness of the light that filled the room. He opened them again to see a small, white kitchen. A single window and two doors broke the array of cabinets the covered the walls.
Standing in an open door was Chris, Jonathan’s friend and housemate. He had a hand on the light switch.
“John, what are you doing? It’s after midnight!” Chris asked.