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Current Residence: Oregon|
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
Favourite style of art: Gothic, Pinup, Fantasy
Operating System: Windows 7
Skin of choice: my own
Favourite cartoon character: Tinkerbell
Pokepasta: The Trick House Somewhere on Route 110 in the Hoenn Region is a strange-looking house. It’s located North of Slateport, actually kind of close to the sea-side city. The man who lives in the house enjoys to challenge people who go inside. He built an elaborate system of challenges in the basement, and the only way to leave the house is to solve them. The house is called “The Trick House”.
Robin and her Pokémon were walking around the outskirts of Slateport, looking for other trainers to battle. With her Skitty, Marill, and Shroomish, Robin was confident that she was finally ready to go for the Pokémon League. Her plan was to go for the Gyms, but first she wanted to test herself against other trainers to see how she would match up.
The delicate grass flattened under her feet as she walked. Robin was curious; she had never been around this area before. She rarely even left Slateport. Her Pokémon
Pokepasta: The Calm World of MadnessI’m walking through the darkness; I don’t have a clue where I’m going. I can feel smooth leaves brushing against my hands as I keep walking blindly, until I start to walk into what feels like water. The water gets deeper, but I keep walking until my vision starts to become clearer; I can start to see a dim light shining on the forest around me and the bright clear water. As I keep walking I start sinking deeper and deeper into the water, but the light keeps pulling me forth and I can’t stop; I must reach the light! I see a figure deeper in the forest, on a bank where the water ends; its golden and blue rings glowing. I push forth desperately trying to reach the figure; just looking at it gives me a calm and warm feeling and I must reach it! The glows of the rings are friendly, I can tell, and the figure is reaching for me. I can nearly touch it, I just have to-
My vision comes to a blur as I tiredly wipe my eyes and awake from what seemed to