Pixel

A great pleasure in life is doing what others say you can't... In bed.

- You can start with a full team of six if you want to, again we're crafting a narrative, we aren't competing. This is a story, not the world championship. - As long as it's nothing crazy like a legend or mythical it can be whatever. - Well, my character is also an interpol agent and he uses his Pokémon to do his fighting. I'm gonna have to really think on that one, actually. With me going to therapy, Pokemon SV being released and holidays and stuff, it's been a busy time and this club is still under construction. I'll have to look all of these questions in this thread over and make clarification in the rules for them.

Noah's eyes stayed on Harmony as she spoke, over the glass as he took a long drink, himself. That glass of whiskey had him feeling good and loose, just enough to find a sort of comfort zone talking to his successful past flame. He lowered the glass and smiled a bit, his eyes looking down at the murky liquid as he swished it in a gentle circle in his hand. Harmony always was dedicated to her family, even when her sibling could be... Stubborn, difficult, she was there without question each and every time to be his foundation while his own was eroding beneath him. It was a trait that used to worry him at times, but one that he also always admired in the deepest possible way. His eyes shifted up to meet with hers again as she brought up his own profession and he shrugged a shoulder with a smirk when she asked what else she missed, but his lids narrowed a bit when she brought up the possibility of a special someone. He tilted his head and grinned playfully, a sort of flirtatious skepticism on his face as he was definitely picking up what she was putting down. The two always did have slight jealousy problems over one another. His gaze held on her for a moment after asking, then he held his left hand up, his fingers spread apart with the digits wiggling one at a time, then showed her the back and palm once more. There was no ring on his finger, nor an impression or discoloration to indicate there had been one any time recently. He also made note when she touched his arm before that she also lacked one, which came as a great surprise to him, if he was being honest with himself. Harmony had standards, certainly, but the fact that no man had a ring on her finger was... "Astounding.", He completed his thought out loud after another sip of his drink. "Here we are, after all this time, friends from a lake who were given the sea, in an endless ocean.", He smiled and placed his empty glass down, then waited for her to finish hers before holding his hand out to her. "Are you still terrible at dancing?", He asked.

I'll let this one go when I find a better one.

I have five more ready to go

Twitter on fire

The punk rock mogwai from that mountain dew commercial

Speaks for itself, here I will try to account for the 7 star raids with Pokémon not normally obtainable through regular gameplay in Scarlet and Violet. Up next!

This isn't as good as the last one.

Granted but no one has any good ideas. The power to heat liquid by looking at it

It tastes sweet in bed. ("It tastes sweet" was an actual fortune i got once.)

"Mm..", Noah nodded, twisting the cane between the corner of his lips, his eyes on Hugh with Harmony, "Santa baby~", he purred in a playful manner, then shifted his attention back to Harmony as she tried to put focus on him instead. He paused and pulled the cane from his mouth, not looking at her hand on his arm, but his blood ran hot the moment she made contact. He hadn't had such contact with her in years and the memory of her, and the reality of her all at once made his veins feel like they were pumping fire through him. He inhaled silently, then half-shrugged. "I just typed some words that helped sell paper.", He said, making his profession seem as dull as possible, shaking his mind of the sensation she put in him, then waved his arms at his sides, "I wanna know about this. Look at this place, these people. You told me about you and Hugh...", he paused and his eyes drifted off to the side, thinking for a moment how odd that sounded, "... You and... Your brother... Were starting this up, but I didn't expect something this... Well, grand.". He lifted a finger to her and turned around to face the bartender again, "Can we get two of that gingerbread one you gave me before?", he asked, holding up two fingers. "Of course, for you and Miss Oberlin?", The bartender nodded and got to work on the drinks right away. "Miss Oberlin.", Noah grinned over at Harmony, but couldn't keep his eyes from wandering this time. No one could ever hold a candle to her, in his opinion and maybe it was just the time apart from her, seeing her for the first time in forever, but the years had been more than kind to her. Her dress was fitted so we'll to her body, her long hair was so fine and perfectly draped over her bare shoulders, her thigh peeking from under her dress showing just enough to attract attention. "Enjoy.", The bartender said, placing the drinks on the counter. "Thanks again.", Noah said, snapping back to reality as he lifted the drinks and handed one to Harmony. "Well, ah... I'm not really one for these kinds of things, but... To seeing old friends again?", He suggested as he tapped his glass lightly against hers.

The bartender placed another short glass on the counter and dropped one large ice cube into it, then filled the glass with a high-quality whiskey. "This should do the trick.", He said, almost playfully. Noah nodded in thanks and reached for the drink, then his smile dropped a bit and his eyes raised up to stare at nothing in particular as the approaching clicking of heels could be heard behind him. He glanced up at the man, who stood upright and gave a polite nod to someone over his shoulder. "Is it... Is it her?". The bartender's brows lowered and he leaned in inquisitively. "I beg your pardon?", He asked. "Is it her? Harmo-...", Noah started, then hushed himself to a loud whisper, "Harmon-.. Harmony?". The way he stumbled over his words and played with the rim of the glass of whiskey gave away that nerves were playing with him. That, and how his fingers began snapping in an odd, hasty rhythm. The bartender's head raised and he looked at Noah with a downward gaze, his mouth opening into a bit of a knowing smile. "You know, the beverage will only work if you drink it.", He suggested, then went to help a young woman with a drink that he called "the Grinch". Noah, heeding the man's wisdom, tilted his head back and downed the strong, but smooth liquor, feeling the burn pour over his tongue and the back of his throat. He set the glass down and exhaled with closed eyes from the intensity, just in time to hear Harmony's melodic voice from behind him, a voice he hadn't heard in far too long. He almost laughed at her comment, because his own eyes were actually sore. His lids still closed, he drew in a breath and turned around to greet her. ... And then, that smile. His heart seized in his chest for a moment at the sight of her, but his eyes were locked onto hers and he couldn't properly drink her in as she engaged in the formality of addressing how long it'd been since their last meeting. "Harmony Oberlin. You look...", He began, pausing only for a brief moment to think of a less forward way of telling her that she looked like Christmas morning itself. "... Stunning.", He settled on the easiest, but most honest word he could conjure. To think, a professional writer, a wordsmith, at a loss for words at the mere sight of an old flame. The old flame. "I've been well. Busy... Sort of what also brought me here.", He started, "I'm doing some book signings and I happened to be in the neighborhood, you told me a long time ago about this little endeavor and, well... I wondered if I would find you here. Maybe ask if you wanted to get a coffee and catch up a bit, but, uh...". He rotated his hand with the candy cane in a whirling motion, indicating the entire party, "... This is your doing, isn't it? It's got you written all over it.", he looked around, then settled his eyes on her again, "It's beautiful, really...", his lips pulled inward, but a smirk was clearly growing, "Did you have to talk Hugh into wearing the hat?", he asked.

Lidded eyes gazed wearily forward, just focused enough to keep track of the yellow lines on the pavement that sped by in the glow of the headlights to stay aligned. All of the traveling he'd done lately had him worn out, bored and it was difficult for his mind to not wander when behind the wheel and driving on the highway. There was some kind of music playing on the radio, but he tuned it out some hours ago and he wasn't sure what station was playing what genre now. The air in the car was cool, but the heater was running at a decent warmth to keep him comfortable. God, Noah was tired. Catching sight of a large sign coming up, his head righted from it's leaned back position on the seat's head rest, recognizing the name of the city. His brows lowered for a moment, focusing on a memory. He knew this city... His hand reached forward to touch the screen of his docked phone, which had GPS open to navigate him on his journey, and entered the name of a certain apartment complex he was told about some time ago by a friend. His eyes drifted back and forth between the screen and the road, but a new route was set and he hummed, wondering if he would be wasting his time... Within the next few minutes, he found himself in the streets of the bustling city that was being graced by a gentle snowfall, the hype of the holidays appeared to be in full swing and now he was definitely alert, watching other cars go through reds, make illegal U's and generally be menaces to society, the sounds of horns surrounding him. Soon enough, though, he'd made it to the large apartment complex, which seemed closer to a resort than an apartment building, judging by what he saw on the outside. "Damn...", He said to himself, looking at the establishment with a blank expression. Spotting a space in the lot marked "visitor parking", he pulled in - sure to be almost perfect between the lines to give the vehicles on either side of him plenty of room, and pulled the key from the ignition switch. He glanced over at the complex again from the driver's side window through the falling snow, drawing in a slow, deep breath, then leaned over and fished around the back seat to fetch his fitted brown leather jacket, which he pulled on over his simple gray sweater that he wore underneath, accompanied by dark pants and - breaking up the otherwise we'll put together ensemble, were a pair of yellow sneakers. He nudged the door shut and clicked the lock button on his key fob over his shoulder as he walked away from his car, hearing the horn sound off a short beep. He made his way slowly to the entrance to the lobby, his eyes drifting up, his hands in his pockets as he turned around in a carefree way as he walked, watching the snow and his visible breath, which he never failed to be entertained by for some reason. Upon reaching the entrance to the lobby, he opened the door and stepped inside, shaking off the cold a bit as the warmth inside pleasantly welcomed him. Blinking and looking around, somewhat aimlessly, he noticed that no one was there. He leaned over the counter and peeked at the floor, but he wasn't sure what he was looking for, it almost seemed cartoonish to him after. There was a bell, which he reached toward, but retracted his hand with a short head shake and a cringe, knowing how annoyed he would be if he heard that shrill, annoying chime from the professional end and decided against it. Where the hell was everyone? He peered down a hallway, hearing the faint sound of music and catching the scent of something sweet. Naturally, he decided to investigate - maybe he would find someone who worked there that could give him some information... As the sounds of chatter grew louder, he had a feeling he was stumbling on something and got the feeling that he wasn't supposed to be there, but, there he was all the same. 'When in Rome', as they say, right? Whoever they are. His fingertips trickled across the wall as he strode down the hallway and rounded a corner to look upon an extravagantly festive main hall, which he had to pause to admire for a good few moments. Work was definitely put into this, the lights and decorations, the large trees, the tables of various refreshments... He grinned, having a feeling he knew who was the mastermind behind the festive decor. There didn't seem to be a host to greet him, so he pulled his lips inward and made his way in, turning his body to squeeze slyly between a few people who were standing too close together while they gabbed with others, and scanned a table he passed with various candies, cookies and cake bites. Reaching down, he snatched a classic candy cane and spun it around his finger like a gunslinger, then peeled the thin plastic wrap down, holding it by the hook, and held it between his teeth as he came to a small bar with a sharply dressed man behind it. "What can I get you, sir..?", He asked. Noah's brows raised and he stared at the bartender for a moment with the candy cane hanging a bit limp between his lips, then he pulled it out with two fingers and asked, "... Open bar?". The bartender nodded and chuckled, "Yes, sir, everything here is provided by the owners.". Noah nodded and said, "Wellp, I'll take whatever you think is festive.". He reached into his jacket's inner chest pocket and fumbled around with a few bills to leave a decently sized one on the counter. "Merry Christmas, bud.", He said. The bartender nodded and smiled, "Well received, sir. My sincerest thanks. Enjoy.", and placed a short glass of a milky looking drink on the counter in front of Noah. "Thank you.", Noah nodded and picked up the drink, smelling it. "Gingerbread..?", He asked himself, then took a sip. A hum came from him as he nodded and looked over the drink, then leaned against the counter on his back and elbows, looking over the party. He was entirely out of place, seeing how everyone was dressed - particularly when he spotted the long, silky, ebony locked Hugh Oberlin mingling with guests in a highly festive suit, which he almost spat his next sip out at the sight of. He did look damn good, though. The bastard always did... But if he was here... His eyes darted back and forth until he spotted her. Harmony. So, she was still here after all, he thought as he raised the glass to his lips and watched her interacting with a guest. Without even realizing it, he'd downed the remainder of the drink and he was tilting the glass more and more, but getting nothing. Coming back to Earth, he looked at the glass and turned around to face the bar again, where he placed the glass down and said, "Ah... Little something stronger this time, please and thank you.".

Absolutely beautiful. Artist - Motsuyama 7

There aren't enough words to describe Harmony. She is an amazing woman who's strength, commitment to what she believes in and devotion to the people she cares about have my deepest admiration and, sometimes, my envy. Harmony was a dear friend of mine years before the era of Pixel and her friendship has saved me from myself more times than she realizes. As a writing partner, she is in no way pushy or difficult to work with. She puts life, emotion, feeling, flaw and believability into her characters and puts as much in as she gets to create an atmosphere that you can clearly picture in your head, see and feel. She is romantic as all hell, but she can also be a very bad girl, it's when she puts the two sides together where she becomes unparalleled as a role play partner. Give Harmony nothing less than your best and you'll have one of the more pleasant experiences writing that you've probably ever had. Be good to my friend.

Damn, other way around and this would really be something

"There were spicy wings there. It's gone now." - Silent Hill 2 Last thing I saw was the insides of my eyelids

I think the idea is Nintendo switch colors? I dunno. I don't hate it but I don't love it. The last thing I saw before logging in was an old beer bottle cap with a message on it.

I guess it was announced that Ash and Pikachu's story will be ending with a special 11 episode series before the new show starts with new protagonists in Paldea. It's crazy to think about being there for this from the beginning. Seeing Ash meet Pikachu and following their journey, witnessing Pokémania at its absolute peak where you couldn't find yourself in a single place without seeing Pokémon in some capacity, the pandemonium of the Toys R Us Pokémon League (or wherever may have hosted near you), the excitement of seeing the first movie in theaters, watching the franchise grow with every passing generation and seeing new types and strategies introduced, until finally making it to home consoles And let's not forget that one summer when Pokémon GO was launched, Pokémon was everywhere again, that wonder and excitement from when you were 7 came rushing back when you never thought you would feel it again and for a short time, everything was perfect. It's been a long road, since that less than ordinary kid from Pallet Town with big dreams started, and over the years we've gotten to see him become extraordinary, the very best like no one ever was. Without him and Pikachu, would Pokémon have ever become what it has? Pokémon has always brought me an indescribable amount of joy, which I now share with my son. I'm beyond happy to have been a part of this from the beginning, and now we have a new chapter to look forward to and exciting places to watch the franchise go. The journey continues.

Yeah lmao but a murkrow who can royally screw over your Dondozo strat, for one, get fat tailwind setup with priority and with an eviolite might see enough longevity to get another lick in the following turn. Underestimate Murkrow and get the CAW.