#cacturne-queen

KamaShipping - Harley & Saturn

LongPurpleHairShipping - Harley & Reggie

I'm so done with life..

Wait a second..

NarcissusShipping - Harley & himself

It’s technically already white day here, even if it is 2am! You could always take her out to a meal or something.

cacturne-queen

inbentatoeievui

pkmntrainergreenokido

psychicfeels

Thorton knew he should have never left Sinnoh. 

It was bad enough that the train was delayed on departure, and after having spent several hours in a subway platform, he was prepared to convulse into a mental breakdown. Maybe it was because he didn’t like traveling, and it put him on edge—being away from the Factory was a great anxiety Thorton really wished to avoid. 

As the train finally arrived in the terminal, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. At his side—and to an extreme rarity to have witnessed otherwise—a young Jolteon padded along beside him as they 

The first thing Thorton would notice upon boarding the train as he glanced down at the ticket to ensure every other detail hadn’t been overlooked, was that the reception was very poor. Eyes widening in a state of fear, he watched the signal diminish to nothing on the sacred device which he was simply lost with out, as if the life was slipping from it. 

Eyes not on his whereabouts, he’d accidentally bumped into a passenger who was lugging their bags into the overhanging storage compartment. The only thing he could remember was a searing hot pain that had enveloped him suddenly as he stopped dead in his tracks.

Glancing down briefly he’d realized the passenger had spilled piping hot coffee all over the ground in front of him, and he closed his eyes as if to pretend it never happened. The two met eyes in a pitted rage, saying nothing as if a telepathic secret of the universe passed between them. Thisbe the Jolteon hissed as a boiling splash hit the end of her nose, and she pawed desperately at it to evade the sensation. Feeling the anger boil within him, Thorton said nothing—not even an apology, yet no effort from the other side was made either, so what was the use in wasting his energy. Shifting past the individual to continue down the isle to an empty seat, he remained silent. 

Mulling over his thoughts to attempt to calm down, he came across a passenger who didn't look much older than he was. He'd wondered what reason brought them to the train, and if they thought the same about travel as he did. Briefly tossing the thought across his mind, he knew he didn't have much of a choice than to ask if it was all right to take a seat across from them--being that it was the last. 

(God I hate asking, but I’m terrible at starting and nothing happens otherwise, but uh… No rush???)