#askambipom

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗“Okay enough? Nice eyeliner tho.” they can be GLAMOROUS

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗

You know it’s real when you cameo in eachothers vines (that are taken in someone elses house)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔

Speckled glanced over the Bonsai Gardens beyond the temple. It looked so peaceful over there. The wind shaking the leaves added to the calmness. She shook her pelt, dusting off any stray leaves that fell upon it. “Wanna come here first little guy? It’s seems calm and nice, perfect for you! Then we can get to the fun parts later!” Speckled gazed at the little spirit that clung to her cheek, giggling as it started to whimper. It was such a worrisome little fella! “Awww, don’t worry! Nothing bad could possibly happen in a place so serene! Come on, I think I see a sand box that we could play in!” The Glameow bounded across the grass, down the stairs, entered the garden and came to a skidding halt by the sand. She looked around. Not much pokemon were by the sand, they seemed to be in their own conversations. “Hehe, well here goes nothing!” She mewed and placed a paw in the sand.

I-I’m gonna participate in the Fire Festival! I’m scared, but I’ll be brave for Mama!

This is my spirit! Aw, it’s so cute! It doesn’t talk much, but maybe it’s shy like me.

Okay, I’ve got a bag, too. Let’s see what I got.

[Marisol opens her bag and finds...]

- Big Pearl

- Oval Stone

- Chilan Berry

- Old Token

He was too late.

There was so much blood. Why? Why was there so much blood!? It shouldn’t be possible for someone to bleed so much and still be alive! Was she still alive?

“Oh Arceus,” the absol gasped.

Was she still alive?

Step forward. It should be easy. Just one foot in front of the other. Step forward. Why wan’t he moving? He was telling his body to move but it refused to listen.

Move dammit!

Dark Moon was shaking. Trembling. The tremors had started the instant he’d come to a stop and he was too late.  He was too late. Oh Arceus above he was too late!

The first tear fell down his cheek and burned like acid. His nose clogged, blocking the wretched smell of iron; the one relief offered to him at the grim scene. More tears fell, and the lump in his throat grew, robbing him of words.

“Don’t....d-don’t go,” Dark Moon said, choking out the words between ragged, frantic breaths. “D-don’t leave me!”

drunk ass stream doodles!!