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Genevive vs Weirda by CatGirlSLP
Genevive vs Weirda
GUESS WHO'S IN A POKEMON MOOD AGAIN!? Man I've put this off for way too long X_X I'm so sorry to :iconweirda208: for never getting this done until now, and thank you for letting me use your character! (so sorry if I misdrew her ^^;
When I looked at Weirda's roster I couldn't ignore the fact we both had Tropius's so I thought it would be fun to do a battle between the two! Genevive's Tropius, Tyron, is relatively young, but is extremely loyal toward her (not to mention cuddly X3) so he often gives it his all when in battle. But Weirda's Tropius, Baylene, despite her being a bit of an elder pokemon, is more experienced in battle. 
I think it's safe to say Weirda wins this one.Ai Fuyuumi (Epic Win) [V1] 
If anyone else wants to do battle, let me know in the comments and send me a visual of your trainer and pokemon roster, or describe them if you'd rather or lack a visual.
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:iconweirda208: cause shes an amazing little bean ^3^
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       You often helped England when it came to his magic’s and potions. Granted you didn’t really understand the whole concept of it but it was England so you didn’t question it either. Often it was simple stuff like pick up certain herbs, or buy certain things, or bring him tea if he was too busy to make it. That Brit couldn’t lift a finger without his tea, and time was money, so you often complied. It was often in his basement too where he worked on his witchcraft, which you were never allowed into. Often when you came to visit or drop stuff off you simply knocked on the door and left the stuff outside for him to take. But it was always a good excuse to see him; you were good friends with England after all.
So when you were asked to pick up radishes, mint, vinegar, and Earl Grey you figured it was just another casual drop off to England’s place, maybe you’d be able to stick around for a spot of tea, as Iggy would have put it.
However when you entered the house it seemed relatively quiet. Even when you called out for England to see if he was home there was no response. Perhaps he was down in his basement, too wrapped up in his work to hear you come in, so you made your way to the basement staircase. You stepped carefully, so as not to tumble down the creaky stairs with your shopping bags in tow. You reached the basement door at the bottom, reaching out your free hand to knock on the door. However, before your fist made contact with the door, you felt yourself lose your footing as a sudden rumble shook the house after what sounded like an explosion. You dropped the bags in your arms, sending its contents scattering amongst the small hallway, and you pushed yourself back up rubbing your sore head in the process. That explosion sounded close, almost as close as-
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
You heard a high pitched scream come from the other side of the basement door, followed by what sounded like historical laughter. Concerned of what exactly was going on, you reached for the shopping items, stuffed them back into their bags, and reached for the door handle with the items in your arms. But when you looked into the large basement room, not only where you greeted with the smell of pungent mildew, and the now recognizable laughter of country America, but by the even more unrecognizable sight of a terrified looking young woman. Her blond hair was long, practically past her waist, her eyes were a deep green, and her frame was incredibly thin. But the most noticeable thing, was that her thin frame was covered loosely by an over-size green uniform.
You almost dropped the bags again in shock of the sight, and gaped at America who was still just laughing hysterically on the side.
“ALFRED F. JONES!” You shouted. The laughing country ceased his laughter at the mention of his human name, knowing you only used it when you were most serious.
“What in the world have you done to this poor girl!?”
There was a moment of silence, before America burst into laughter again. You set the bags in your arms on the ground and rushed to the blond girl.
“Are you alright?” you asked affectionately taking the girls hands “I heard you scream from the hall.”
“U-U-Umm… well…you see… I…uhhh…” The girl stuttered. So she was British too, interesting. “Y-You see ___(y/n)___... this is going to be hard to explain but…”
Wait… this girl knew your name? How did she…?
“It’s me! England! Arthur Kirkland!”

You began to chuckle uncomfortably.
“T-That’s funny! Really, that’s clever! But there’s n-n-no way that you can be England I mean…that’s impossible!”
“But it really is me!” The blond claiming to be England stepped back and straightened herself. “Ask me a question! Something only England would know! Go on!”
You thought for a moment. “Ummm… uuuhhh… What’s England’s favorite thing to get at the pub?”
“Fish and chips.”
“What’s England’s pet name for France?”
“One, ‘Bloody Frog.’ And two, ITS NOT A BLOODY PET NAME!”
“What illness does England get every year on Independence Day?”
“I cough up blood at the very mention of ‘Independence.’” The blond cringed.
“Oh my god you really turned into a girl…’
“I KNOW! ISN’T GREAT!?” America busted into more laughter, causing England to turn toward him angrily.
“YOU GIT! IF IT WEREN’T FOR YOU THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED!” England puffed his cheeks in an angry blush, you had to admit, he looked pretty cute.
“Okay! Okay! Okay! Let’s back up here!” You face England again. “What exactly happened here?”
“I was down here, minding my own business, working on my latest potion blend. It was meant to be a hormone enhancer, until this bloke busted his way in!”
“Hey you’re the one who complains that I don’t visit you enough!”
“But not when I’m working!” A bit of England’s suit slipped off his shoulder, with him quickly slipping it back up. “Anyways, since he refuse to leave me be, I let him help me a bit. I told America specifically while I crushed some herbs to pour the vile of PINK liquid into the cauldron-“
“But I did do that!” America protested, holding up a small vile with remnants of said liquid.
“I said the PINK liquid!” England pointed to another light pink vile sitting on a rack. “This vile is obviously magenta!”
“Dude, your telling me there’s a difference!?”
“Looks more like a fuchsia to me…”
“___(y/n)___ YOU’RE NOT HELPING!”  You held your hands up in a surrendering position. “So he poured the wrong vile into the cauldron, which created a chemical reaction that I couldn’t control. I shoved America out of the way and ended up in the blast of the explosion, and…well… you can figure out the rest.”
Hard to say you didn’t feel bad for poor little England, having to be stuck in the body of his opposing gender. Still it was almost too impossible to grasp, even for a sorcerer like him switching gender completely seemed pretty extreme.
“So wait,” you tried wrapping your head around the situation “How exactly did the wrong vile effect the potion?”
“Well the vile meant to be used would be the enhancer meant to increase the strength of the bodies hormones, so that upon consumption would react almost instantly. And since I brewed the potion specifically for that vile, when America poured the wrong vile, the chemicals didn’t know how to react with the unfamiliar liquid chemicals. This caused the potion to boil over and when I breathed in the steam the potion reversed the hormones rather than enhanced them.”
“So that explains why your girl now.” You nodded your head in agreement while looking over to America who just seemed completely lost and confused.
“But anyways, the question now is, how do we get you back to normal?” You looked over to England who was busying himself trying to pick up the fallen cauldron; however his new female body seemed to have weaker muscles then before. He looked over to you.
“Well seeing as how the entire cauldron spilled over, not to mention exploded, we’ll have to make the whole thing all over again!”
“Yeah well good luck with that, dudes!” America began to casually stroll out of the room before you caught him by his shoulder.
“You are helping.” You said sternly.  “And when you’re done helping, we’re going to have a small lecture after about following directions.” America groaned “Where do we start?”
“Well did you pick up the supplies I asked for,  ___(y/n)___?” You gestured to the grocery bags you set down before. “Good, good. This will be enough supplies remake the brew… uugh but I’ll have to remake that other liquid since America used it all. May I see that vile, America?”
The blond man held the vile out for England to take, but as the Brit reached for it he was forced to pull his sleeve back to its shoulder since it was now too long for his now dainty arms. He took it and observed the small label on the glass, however it was written in a text you couldn’t read.
“Drats, I don’t know if I have all the materials to make this blend…” England stood in thought for a moment. “But I do know someone who might!”
“Who?”
“I bet Japan has plenty of ingredients! They all grow natively in his country; I’ll just give him a call and-EEE!” England quickly made impact with the floor after tripping on the suits oversized pant leg. Both you and America cringed as the little British lady moaned in pain. This was going to bug you to no end. You helped your companion up to his dainty feet, and pulled out your cellphone, handing it to America.
“America, can you call Japan for me? I have him on speed dial, just press 9.”
“And where are you going in the mean time?” America questioned as you began to lead England out the door.
“Yes where are we going?” England added
“To get you some better fitting clothes!”
“But I’m perfectly fine in these clothes!”
“No you’re a hazard in those clothes. You’re lucky I made a trip to the dry cleaners before coming here.”
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        You though it was a good idea, but sadly you and England had tried everything you had in your car, but all your clothes were simply too ___(short/big)___ to fit his new tiny form. It was highly unpleasant for England since it was extremely uncomfortable to be putting on women’s underwear, and women’s underwear that belonged to you no less. It was also unpleasant for you since you didn’t even get to see him in any of the nice outfits you picked out because he refused to come out of the bathroom in unfitting clothes. He eventually came out in the same lose fitting suit as before, and that irritated you.
“YO! ENGLAND! ___(y/n)___!” America called from down stairs.
“What?!”
“JAPAN SAID HE’LL BE HERE IN ABOUT HALF AN HOUR WITH THE STUFF WE NEED!”
“Excellent!”
“DOES THAT MEAN I CAN GO NOW!?”
“Actually can you stay here for a bit longer? I need to take England out for a bit!”
“But why?” both blonds asked in unison.
“Cause if my clothes don’t fit then I’m buying you new ones! Ones that will fit!”  England let out a girly whine as you pulled him toward the door. “We’ll be back in about half an hour so be sure to be here when Japan comes by!”
“IF YOU BREAK ANYTHING IN MY HOUSE AMERICA I SWEAR!”
“Don’t worry dudes!” America saluted as he watched you two exit the doorway “I got it all under control!”
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         The mall was pretty busy for a weekday, and it was a tad bit awkward for you and England to be walking around with almost everyone glancing at you when you passed. Of course you couldn’t tell if it was at his lose fitting cloths or his sudden girlish charm that had all the boys staring. There was the chance that they could’ve been staring at you too but you didn’t think it likely.
You two finally made it to a nice clothing store you knew England would like. It wasn’t anything too extravagant or too showy, just I nice plain store full of normal, casual, and some fancy enough clothing you knew would fit England’s taste. But mostly the place was cheap…
“Anything you may like just let me know, okay Iggy?”
“Just don’t call me that and I’ll let you know instantly.”
You both began to look around the store, but your own mind started to wonder. England was a girl. Well, maybe not a girl but just in a girl’s body… but wouldn’t that still technically make him a girl? And if he was a girl, why were you still calling him a ‘him’ and ‘he?’ Shouldn’t you be calling him a ‘her’ or ‘she?’ Nah, it wouldn’t feel right, you had known the Brit for some time, it would be even more uncomfortable to call him otherwise. You stole a couple of glances at England’s new form. The more you looked, the more it did seem to look like a female version of England. Same green eyes, same blond hair, why hadn’t you noticed it was him before? The impossibility factor probably, but maybe something was off and you just couldn’t grasp it…
“Ugggh…” you heard your companion groan.  “I forgot how troublesome long hair can be.” England tried tucking the long blond strands behind his ears. “How do you women even maintain so much of it?”
You chuckled a little reaching into your purse to pull out two hair ties, and a couple of hair clips. You walked over to your friend.
“Uh…___(y/n)___... what are you-“
“Relax; I’m just getting the hair out of your way! Hold still for a minute will you?” You worked around the blond locks that were still rather messy from the explosion, so you had to brush some strands with your fingers. You noticed his hair was rather soft, was it always this soft? Or was it a gender thing? Well you didn’t dwell on it too much. Eventually you managed to get his long, long hair into two little pigtails, and held some of his messy bangs back with your hair clips. When you stepped back to admire your work, you could not maintain your emotions.
“AWWWWW! IGGY YOU LOOK SO CUTE!”
“H-Hey! Don’t make a scene in a public place! A-And I told you not to call me that!” The twin tailed blond blushed at your gushing, and you managed to build up your composure again.
While browsing the store England began to form an outfit of his choosing. He selected a blue long cuffed sleeved dress with white lining as well as black stockings with matching black gloves, and blue flats.  You on the other hand had been browsing as well, and instead of normal clothing, you had been picking up accessories to go with England’s outfit. You stumbled across a hat and apron the store clerk had behind the counter that resembled part of a nurse’s uniform. It was simply too adorable you had to make Iggy try it on. You also picked up a pair of glasses you thought looked cute. Finally you two came to the dressing room and you handed England the accessories you picked up and shoved him into his changing room.
“Why did you give me a nurse’s uniform?”
“But it’s only the apron and hat.”
“And why did you get glasses I can see fine on my own!”
“They’re reading glasses. You use reading glasses don’t you?”
“But I don’t-“ The country gave an exasperated sigh “Fine! Fine! Whatever…”
You sat outside the changing room, waiting for England to finish.
“I’m going to come out now…”
England stepped out, blue dress, black stockings, matching gloves, blue flats, even the apron, hat, and glasses were worn. You gazed at the sight before you, because it was by far one of the most adorable sights you had ever seen! England blushed, trying not to make eye contact.
“W-Well?” He stuttered “What do you think?”
“You… You look… ABSOLUTLY PRECIOUS!”
His blush grew. “I suppose I should take that as a compliment.”
You couldn’t help but giggle like a child at how incredibly cute your companion looked as a girl.
“OH! OH! OH! Please, please, please could you do a little twirl for me!?”
“A what? Honestly ___(y/n)___ I’m not a doll!” he huffed.
“Oh please, England? I swear I’ll never ask anything of you again just please give me one wittle twirl?”
You heard him give a heavy sigh after giving him your best puppy dog eyes. The blond eventually used his right foot to push off the ground and balance on his left toe and give you a satisfactory twirl, with dress and twin tails swishing all the way. You clapped your hands in amusement.
“This is so degrading…” England groaned.
“Oh come on! You look great!” You took England by his shoulders, pushing him in front of one of the full view mirrors. “Just look at you!”
There was a moment of silence as England stared at his unfamiliar reflection. He seemed almost in complete awe at his appearance, his eyes seemed to grow in size.
“Oh my,” you teased “You seem to be a bit smitten with yourself. I worry about you, Iggy.”
“Sh-shut up!”
You made the purchase for England’s new, well-fitted outfit, which made him feel a little guilty since a proper gentleman never makes a lady pay for his purchases. But you casually brushed it off, insisting it was fine with you.
“Besides you’re a lady now remember?”
“Only until the antidote is finished. Then I can say goodbye to this dress!”
“Aww, not the dress!”
“Hush you!” One of your eye brows arched a little.
“You know, the female you seems a bit sassy.”
“What? N-No I’m not!”
“Yeah you kind of are. Those female hormones must be really kicking in there!” You both heard a growl emerge from England’s stomach. “See? You can even hear them!” You laughed a little.
“That’s my stomach ___(y/n)___.”
“Yeah, yeah I know!” You smiled and took England’s hand. “Let’s go get something to eat!”
You dragged England to the food court, where you again insisted on paying for anything he wanted. He still denied being hungry and just ordered a small chicken salad. You on the other hand didn’t pass the opportunity to order a nice juicy burger, which made England cringe a bit. It reminded him a bit too much of America, but you and the self-proclaimed hero had been friends just as long as you and England, so some things came with the territory.
You both sat eating your lunches in a bit of an awkward silence, you didn’t really mind though. It was nice to be spending time with your friend, even under the current circumstances. England…England…wait…
“That’s it!” You suddenly burst.
“What’s what love?”
“Now I get why I didn’t recognize you before! It’s your eyebrows!”
England gave you a blank stare. “What?”
“Your eyebrows aren’t big and bushy anymore as a girl!” And it was true, England’s new eyebrows where thin and short, unlike the big bushy ones everyone was so used to. And at the moment you could almost see an anger vein form on England’s temple.
“And that’s my one distinguished trait?”
“No! No!” You giggled “Not like that! It’s just one of your more memorable traits. One of your more... charming traits.”
For the first time in…well, all day, female England gave a small smile. He took a sip of his beverage, a curious glint in his eyes.
“You think I’m charming?” You just laughed.
“Of course I think your charming, Iggy! You’re my friend aren’t you?”
“Well what about me is charming?”
“Well I do like your eyebrows.” You began tapping your index and middle finger on your chin, deep in thought. “There’s also…your laugh.”
“My laugh?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of… snobbish I suppose-?”
“Hey!”
“But you can’t help but smile when hearing it!” You both smiled “There’s also your messy hair, your green eyes, and I suppose the accent is a ‘must have.’”
“Absolutely!” Now you both were laughing. It was nice that you two could talk about something like this without it being awkward for either of you.
Your eyes drifted behind England where a group of boys where staring in your direction. It didn’t surprise you, England did look adorable.
“What are you looking at, love?” England interrupted your thoughts. You leaned in to whisper to him.
“I’m not sure how else to put this…there are some boys checking you out over there.”
England shot back a glance instantly at the group of boys, who all gave suggestive look and winks back. The Brit cringed at their looks as they all reminded him of a certain blond Frenchmen he knew.
“I’m sure if we ignore them they’ll stop staring at us.” England took another sip of his drink.
“Us? Are you kidding, they’re looking at you, lovely lady!” You cooed.
“Never call me that again.” He then turned to look that the group of boys again “And I’m quite certain their looking at you too.”
“They may be looking, but they aren’t checking me out like they are you.”
“Well why wouldn’t they? You’re a beautiful young lady.”
Now it was your turn to blush, you practically almost choked on your last bit of burger.
“O-Oh you think so? That’s sweet really!”
There was a sudden hand on your shoulder, when you looked up it was the group of boys you and England had noticed before. All giving you very unsettling looks.
“So what are you lovely ladies doing out and about today?” One of the boys asked.
“…Shopping.” That was all you could manage to say in response, hoping they would get the message and go away. They didn’t.
“We’ve been shopping too. Maybe after a long day of shopping you wanna take a ride with us?’
“We can maybe hit some clubs, see some sights, what do you say?”
“No thanks.” Again, all you could manage to say, trying to force the most polite grin you could muster.
“What about you blondie?” One of the boys began twirling one England’s twin tails on his finger “Wanna take a ride with us?” England smacked the boy’s hand away.
“Quite frankly sir, I don’t have any intentions on leaving this mall with low lives like you.” The Brit stood and brushed the wrinkles off his skirt before looking to you. “Come ___(y/n)___, we best be on our way.”
As you tried to stand up though one of the boys took you by the arm, and another wrapped his arm around England’s waist.
“Come on, we swear we don’t bite.”
“Yeah, give a poor guy a chance would ya?”
You were starting to get highly uncomfortable with the situation. Looking over at England you noticed him reaching into his sleeve, and pull out what looked like a… a stick? You then heard the blond start mumbling almost what sounded like a chant, however you couldn’t understand the strange language he seemed to be speaking in.
“Huh? Hey Pigtails what are you mumbling there?”
“Terto cykio martle farlin gassacoffen phyphyn jekl dunveldora tencinora…”
“Uh hey, Pigtails?” The boy tried to shake England’s small form, but he was deep in concentration and did not stir. Nor did he cease his chanting.
“Cassakove cheeku gakle dunveldora tencinora…”
“What the hell are you saying lady?” One of the men snapped.
“YO! Pigtails! Knock it off!” The boy originally holding England by the waist was now pushing him away, with a look of worry obviously on his face.
England turned and looked at the group of boys, pushing up his glasses.
“Pigtails does not happen to be my name, chap. And it’s rude to treat a lady in such manner.” England held up the stick in his hand “As punishment, perhaps I should give you the pigtail’s your so infatuated with.”
“What you mean you wanna do our hair or something?” The boy holding you commented sarcastically.
“No,” England replied “Quite literally.” And with that, the blond country waved the stick in his hand at the boy holding you, and from its tip a small spark emerged. It was only there for a split second, and made a small pop sound. You now knew it was a wand from the gold star now visible on the tip of its staff!
The boy holding you suddenly let you go screeching. When you looked you noticed England had indeed, given the boy a literal pig’s tail. At first you were horrified, but after seeing the smug look on England’s face, you shortly after started to giggle. England began zapping the other boys, to the point where they all not only had pigtails, but squealed like pigs too. And believe it or not, it was hilarious and you busted out laughing. You and England, how devilishly evil you both must have seemed.
The boys ran off, and with that so did you two. The event caused quiet some attention so you had to make a quick getaway before drawing more. England led you both to the back parking lot where you stopped to take a breather.
But you both only started laughing again.
“HAHAHA! That was incredible England!” You wiped a tear from your eye, and England did the same.
“Quite frankly, I’m a little disappointed in myself. I’m not supposed to use magic out in public like that… oh but bloody hell it was so worth it!”
“Well hey they did kinda deserve it! Like you said, they shouldn’t disrespect a kind little lady like you.” You teased.
“Oh that? I was talking about you back there, love.”
You blushed a little bit after hearing that, but thanked him with a big smile. You then suddenly heard your cell phone ring in your pocket, you dug it out to answer.
“Hello?”
“YO ___(y/n)___! JAPAN’S HERE AND YOUR NOT HERE! AND YOU SAID YOU’D BE HERE!” America screamed on the other end of the line.
“Oh! S-Sorry America we got a little held up at the mall, but we’ll head back right now, hang in there!”
“OKAY DUDETT! I’LL MAKE SURE JAPAN DOESN’T TRY TO LEAVE!” You heard Japan a little on the other end.
“I’m fine with waiting here for England and-“
“NAW MAN! IN THIS HOUSE YOU’LL STAY ‘TILL THOSE TWO GET BACK!” You hung up and took England by the hand again, leading him to the car.
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England’s basement seemed to always hold surprises, because when you walked in for the second time that day, you saw another very unfamiliar sight… America actually doing what looked like work. And to the side was the short black-haired man you knew as Japan, holding a book in his right hand. He looked up from the book and watched you enter.
“Greetings ___(y/n)___.” Japan noticed England walk in hastily “And greetings to you as well, blond woman who I am assuming is England.”
“Eeyup! That’s him!” You answered for England “Thanks’ again for coming here to help!”
“It’s no trouble really!” Japan took a few steps toward England, observing him in his new state. “I was told of your situation by Mr. America, but even I wasn’t expecting this much!” You notice Japan reach into a bag he had over his shoulder and pull out a camera phone.
“H-Hey! What are you-?”
There was a flash and click from the camera phone, followed by a stern nod from Japan.
“If it’s not too much to ask, could I possibly base a new manga design off your appearance?”
“OF COURSE YOU BLOODY CAN’T WHY WOULD I EVEN CONSIDER SOMETHING LIKE THAT!?”
“And he’s a tsundere too. Very fitting. I also really like the outfit.”
America scooted in from whatever work he had just been doing.
“Welcome back ladies! Say England, you actually look kinda hot in that get up, even I’m impressed! Good work ___(y/n)___!” America gave you a thumbs up.
“Stop it. Or I will hurt you.”  England sneered. He turned to his good friend Japan. “Did you bring the ingredients?”
“Actually,” Japan reached over to a table by the wall where he picked up a small vile. “While you two were out I was able to remake the blend while waiting.” England’s eyes sparkled.
“Base whatever manga magic girl you want off me Japan you are brilliant!”
“And I got America to help me boil some water and set up some extra things for the potion itself that way we can brew it quickly and mole efficiently. Of course I had to use some of your notes in your books, I hope you don’t mind that either.”
“Not. At. All!” England face shown such relief it was refreshing to look at. “Come now let’s get started! There’s no time to waste!”
While Japan and England began working on the main potion blend, you and America mostly crushed herbs and cleaned some things on the tables, all while you lectured America like you promised before.
“Brilliant!” You heard England exclaim. “All we need to do now is the potion brew for about 30 minutes then I’ll be pumping testosterone in no time!”
“Ha! Something about that statement just sounds wrong bro!” America chuckled
“Shut up! Bloody Americans! Does everything have to be an innuendo with you?”
“America! Manners!” You scolded
To escape your lecturing gaze America decided to start up conversation with Japan. Japan was a quiet soul, but very respectable, both America and England were very close friends with him. And while you two weren’t as close, you did consider him one of your closer friends.
As America and Japan chattered away, you sat yourself in a chair against the wall, where England sat in the spot next to you. He straightened his skirt a little after sitting, and you two sat watching America and Japan have at it.
In the silence between you and Iggy, you found yourself staring at his female form again. Pale skin, deep green eyes, long blond pigtails that reached to his thighs which made your eyes trace down his slender legs. You had been looking at him like this all day, you couldn’t help it. Even after a whole day it was still new for you to see him like this, and even worse, he was cute. He was really super cute! The way his skirt swished along with his long hair, and his little tsundere blush almost made you question your sexuality for a moment. But you couldn’t help to ponder, was it because he was a girl? Or just  because it was him…?
You thoughts were interrupted when you noticed England staring back at you, as you were him.
“Is there something the matter, love?”
You blushed a little and looked away.
“N-Nope! Everything is fine!”
England twiddled his thumbs some, followed by removing his glove.
“___(y/n)___?” You looked over at the blond next to you.  “I really did enjoy spending time with you today. Even if I may have said otherwise.”
You smiled.
“I had fun as well England!” He blushed a little, not looking you in the eye.
“I can honestly say it was one of the best outings I’ve had in a while, and I’ve been pondering this one possible idea,” his blush grew “Perhaps, after I return to normal that is, we could possibly…share another outing…together…as friends of course.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, could it be that…
“England? Are…you asking me out?”
England’s face went completely pink. “O-Of course not! I said and outing! An outing as two friends! Two friends going shopping, or out to eat, o-or sightseeing!”
So in other words, a date. This was very much surprising, so surprising even it made your heart flutter a bit. Maybe… yes, yes that’s what it was. You liked him. You liked the grouchy but proper, tempered but charming Brit, and funny thing was, it took him changing into the opposite gender for you to realize.
Realizing this left a small moment of silence between you two and you heard England huff and turn is now pouting face away from you.
“If you don’t want to just tell me, it’s not like I care or anything.”
You reached out to clasp England’s gloved hands, looking at him, smiling sincerely.
“Arthur Kirkland,” you addressed him by his human name, letting him know you were being serious “I would love to go out with you again!”
The Brit’s eyes sparkled with excitement for a moment before he immediately shook it off looking away for a moment. “Well that’s good! I still have to make up for you paying for everything today anyway.”
You both were suddenly yanked from your seats on the wall as America pulled you both towards the table. You attention fell on a sand dial, that was now still.
“The potion is ready for use.” Japan stated “So as not to risk another explosion I suggest using a dropper when adding the revers mixture.” Japan handed the dropper to England who then extracted some of the newly made magenta liquid, hovered over the boiling cauldron and with the gentlest movement, let the mixture drop into the pot.
There was a simmering sound, followed by a heavy boil, and steam began to rise from the cauldron. Japan motioned for everyone to step back, as England stood directly over the potion, face to face with the rising steam. Eventually the steam began to envelop the pigtailed blond, and you could hear her dainty voice begin to cough. Then England was unseen in the large cloud of steam, but you noticed his dainty coughs grow more and more deep, more huskier. You heard the lid on the cauldron close and the steam began to dissipate.

The room was once again filled with America’s hysterical laughter. Before you was England, finally back in his normal form. Firm figure, messy blond hair, same green eyes, and those unforgettable eyebrows of bushiness. But then there was the fact that he was in the same dress, stockings and flats as before.
“Surprisingly enough it still suits you.” Japan commented as if he was trying to ease England’s pain, oddly enough this wasn’t the first time the man had been caught in drag.
“ALL OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!” And of course his voice was back to normal again, as irritated as ever. You pulled his green uniform from your bag, and held it out for him.
“You’ll need this.” You giggled.
Arthur looked up at you thankfully.
“Would Sunday be alright with you?” He asked.
“Absolutely.”
The End~
EnglandXReader: Little Genetic Accident
I've been writing this for a LONG TIME. pretty much this was a doc I worked on when I had nothing to do, finished it recently and decided 'What the Hell!?' and uploaded it. I don't know about yall but I LOVE Nyotalia. And I especially love Nyotalia England, or Alice if you prefer. She's just so cute, and pretty, and precious and AAAAAHHHH I LOVE HER! After seeing the Beautiful World special I got this idea and have been working on it ever since, reading it over it actually turned out to be a really cute story... at least I thought so. But then again anything is perfect when it involves Iggy-booBlush 

Hetalia Belongs to :iconhimaruyaplz:
and of course
You all belong to England (Hawt Bodeh) [V2] 
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1. Use the pokemon-randomizer-generator-hijinx-amplifier 3000, or just this website here: randompokemon.com/
2. Set to all regions, all ubers, all NFEs, all sprites, all pokecenters, all toasters.
3. Rrrrrandomnize for each question.
4. Tag someone, something, or everything.
5. Panic.

PREPARE FOR TROUBLE! AND MAKE IT DOUBLE! LETS DO THIS!

1) This is you:
Squirtlegurl, that is me.

2) This pokemon is your best friend:
VespiquenMy friend who is terrifying and scares everyone away for me but we are still bros. Hey Jordan! 8D

3) This pokemon is your partner in a science project:
BastiodonHey buddy, you wanna hold the beaker for me?
4)This Pokémon is your father:
KecleonBUT DAAAAAAAAAD I DUN WANNA GO TO BED YET!
5) This Pokémon is your mother:
VivillonMam... am I adopted? ... I think I'm adopted.

6)This Pokémon is your worst enemy:

Manaphy Little kawaii motherfucker thinks hes so special. HOWS THAT KINGDOM OF YOURS PRINCESS!? SEEN YOUR MOM LATELY!? OH WAIT!
7)This Pokémon is your girlfriend/boyfriend:
Charizard... I'm not complaining.
8) This Pokémon is your Ex:

Salamenceguess I got a thing for dragons huh? Sorry bud, you gotta do something about that anger management though.
9) This Pokémon is your hero:
Mesprit Mesprit Senpai!Broken Fighting Dome (Kawaii Please) by Jerikuto

10) This pokémon just stole all your cheesecake:
SlowbroCHARIZARD! SOME SLOWPOKE BASTARD JUST STOLD MAH CHEESECAKE!

11) This Pokémon is what you feel in your bed last night:

Reshiram... no comment.
12) This Pokemon Punched your Mom:

PoliwhirlOH! OH YOU WANNA GO!? YOU WANNA GO!?
13)This Pokemon would do anything to steal your shoes:
Kricketottake my old pair just... stap.
14)This Pokemon died by your hands:
JirachiI'm sorry... I-I couldn't save him... I'm... I'm a failure...Komari Kamikita (Crying) [V5] by Jerikuto

15)This Pokemon is your loyal companion for life:
VirizionThanks Virizion... I appreciate it... Mutsumi Suginami (Tears) [V7] by Jerikuto

16) This Pokemon is your loving pet:
HoundourWhos a good Houndor? Whos a good boy? X3

17)This Pokemon is your Dentist:
MeowsticBerry toothpaste please.

18)This Pokemon is what you dream about every day:
GravelerWhy is it that this dude is in my dreams every night? maybe its a sign?

19)You see this Pokemon suffering the wrath of SuperSpicy Curry. (Yeah, that thing from Smash Bros.....):
ScytherTHATS WHAT YOU GET FOR HAVING THAT EXOSKELETON BITCH!

20)This Pokemon suddenly hugs you from behind:

Scizorshit I didn't mean it- I DIDNT MEAN IT! CHARIZARD!
21)This Pokemon thinks it's the strongest, best and most beautiful in the world!!:
InfernapeShaddup Infernape. No one cares!
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Izo the Fox (Contest Entry) by CatGirlSLP
Izo the Fox (Contest Entry)
I got nothing better to do, LET'S ENTER A CONTEST!
So my friend :iconpokecatth-p: is holding a contest thing that includes drawing one of her characters. I figured everyone would draw Alexandra and Izo looked all lonely by his lonesome so I drew him instead :3 I also drew his human form cause HOT DAMN ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I DREW SONIC CHARACTERS! I didn't think Fox Izo came out too good so I put in a human version just to be sure ^^; And then there's the background... how do you even background?
But for what its worth it did come out rather good I suppose.
Izo the Fox belongs to :iconpokecatth-p:
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                Due to the chill in the air and the undoubted darkening of the sky, Kid could tell that evening was quickly approaching. The sky had become a darkened orange, and the faintest traces of starlight were scattered all over the horizon. Brown and yellow leaves were scattered across the bright green grass and they crunched underneath Kid’s feet as he walked.
Kid wasn’t much a fan of fall, despite the fact that his own birthday took place in October (why was he not born in that blessed month of August?). He never much liked the cold, the way the chill was not quite winter but still inched up his spine like a spider. He had to admit, however, that the way the late sunlight dappled through the leaves that still clung to the treetops was rather beautiful.
What was he even doing? Making his way through the woods to some memorial put up a year ago. He should probably be out reaping the souls of the dead or whatever Grim Reapers did nowadays. But, as Kid finally emerged into a clearing where a large stone rested in the center, his thoughts were silenced.
The Grim Reaper made his way to the stone and, looking down upon the tiny golden plaque attached to the bottom, he read the words engraved into it like a chant in his mind, memorized by heart and recited like a prayer.
Memorial to Crona Gorgon
A True Friend, and Honorable Warrior.
Funded by the DWMA

Kid inhaled deeply and looked up at the stone. It was quite simple, really. It was just some huge rock that was smooth to the touch and surrounded by smaller, golden pebbles. Nevertheless, it was there, and Kid still felt a familiar ache in his heart whenever he stared at it.
It was never going to be Crona, no matter how hard he tried to find her face in the tiny sparkles all over the stone.
Ignoring the weird feeling in his chest, the sixteen-year-old boy removed a tiny flower from his jet black cloak. Kid had always like gardenias; Crona had also been quite fond of them and had even bought him a bouquet of the pretty cream-colored flowers long ago after he had been wounded during a mission and was forced to spend the next few hours in the infirmary while his natural reaper-body painfully healed itself.
Kid ignored the increasing pull in his heart as he tenderly lay the flower down beside the memorial, straightened, and stared up through the canopy of leaves and into the sky above.
“It’s been a year now,” Kid muttered to himself. “How much longer, I wonder…”
A stronger breeze blew up a horde of leaves and Kid was enveloped in the chill and the field was covered in falling leaves. Really. Though he hated autumn, Kid admitted that it could be pretty.
“Kid, is that you?”
Kid widened his half-lidded eyes for a moment and turned to look over his shoulder. Through the settling leaves the Grim Reaper could make out the form of a petite girl with dirty-blonde pigtails fluttering in the breeze. Her outfit was plain, consisting of a sweatshirt and denim shorts, but the bouquet of irises stood out through the calming barrage of orange and yellow.
Kid recognized her immediately, and upon recognition he could not help but allow a small smile to pass over his features.
“Oh, Maka,” Kid said when the breeze had finally died down, “I didn’t hear you.”
Maka smiled brightly as she made her way to stand beside Kid. Her green eyes were wide and full of zest and life. Kid felt envious; his work as the new Grim Reaper had left him with dark circles underlining his eyes and his voice tired and dull.
“Come to pay your respects to Crona?” Maka asked Kid, her smile holding up through the chill.
Kid nodded, trying to keep his smile up as well. “Yes. You as well?”
“Uh-huh.” Maka tore her gaze away from Kid and stooped down to set her bouquet beside Kid’s lonely little gardenia. She sat down on her heels, the balls of her feet holding her up, and stared at the plaque with her wide, forest-green eyes, the only forest-green that had not turned to yellow and orange. “Can’t believe it’s been a year already,” she continued.
Kid did not kneel beside her. The ground was dirty and course and he had no desire to mess up his cloak. Nevertheless, he continued to speak with her.
“I know,” Kid responded. “It seems like it all happened just yesterday.” The battle with the Kishin Asura had left the lives of Kid, Maka, and their friends and teachers in shambles. Though, Kid didn’t really know if anyone quite knew how hard it was on him. The loss of his father had spurred a sadness Kid had never felt before deep within his chest, and that combined with the loss of Crona and the discovery that his brother was a Kishin left a bitter aftertaste deep in Kid’s heart even after the long year of getting his life back together.
Maka seemed to sense his bittersweet reminiscence, though she did not stand. “Yeah…”
A tiny silence passed between the two. Kid studied the sparkles on the rock before him, wondering if he could find anything within the tiny constellations.
“Say, Maka?” Kid finally asked. “How many times have you come up here? To the memorial, I mean.”
Maka turned to stare at Kid. She seemed a little taken aback by his question.
"Hmmm… let’s see,” Maka thought aloud, rising to her feet and placing a finger on her cheekbone as she scoured her mind for the answer. “There was the unveiling, and then twice after that so…” She paused, and brightened up when she thought of the answer. “Three times.” She looked at Kid. “This is my fourth visit.”
Kid raised an eyebrow. “Only four?”
Maka blushed a little and laughed nervously. “I’ve wanted to come before, but, quite frankly, Soul and I just needed to get our lives back together after everything. We even got a new house now.” She seemed happy. Maka had been the one to wield Soul, the newest death scythe, and the fact that they still remained as a team instead of Kid primarily wielding Soul made Kid happy. It gave him time to build up his two weapons.
But even then, Kid could see in her eyes that she cared for Soul deeply after all the pair had been through.
Kid couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “About time.”
Ignoring Kid’s odd comment, Maka asked, “And what about you, Kid? How many times have you been up here?”
Kid felt embarrassment creep up his cheeks like a hot coal.
“…Well… I used to come here once a week,” Kid answered.
“Really? What do you mean by ‘used to?’”
Kid looked up towards the sky.
“It started as once a week… then I started coming here twice a week, three times, until eventually I came every day.” The clouds above were tinted a gentle hue of lilac.
“The new Shinigami,” Maka sputtered in disbelief, “and you had time to come here every day!?”
Kid felt a pang of resistance in his heart at the word “shinigami.” That was a title reserved for his father, not him. He didn’t know if he’d ever quite get used to it. Yet, when Kid looked down and caught sight of his gardenia among Maka’s flowers, his heart warmed up a little.
“I made time,” Kid went on, “bringing a new flower every time I came. I’m not quite sure why I just felt…” Kid searched his wide vocabulary for the right word. “… drawn to it.”
Maka blinked in disbelief.
“Wow, Kid, I must say, I had no idea.”
Kid looked into Maka’s eyes. “About what?”
“I knew you were capable of being very compassionate, but towards Crona especially…”
Kid couldn’t help but take a little offense. He straightened up at her words and furrowed his brow.
“Now, Maka,” Kid reprimanded, “I get that you and Crona were close and all, but she was just as much my friend as she was yours.”
Maka didn’t really seem to see Kid’s reaction to her statement.
“And I get that but, still,” Maka continued, “to bring flowers everyday…?”
Kid felt himself relax. It was pretty silly of him; as busy as he was he would always come up to the woods and pay his respects. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself as he stared down at his feet.
“Heh,” Kid chuckled, “I guess it is sort of overkill, isn’t it?”
“You know, Kid,” Maka said, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say these where romantic offerings.”
Kid felt his body tense again at her suggestion. His ears began to heat up and he turned to stare at Maka with wide, golden eyes.
“R-Romantic?” Kid questioned in disbelief. “Honestly, Maka, don’t be ridiculous.”
Maka giggled. “Then again, it would make sense. I mean you were awfully kind to Crona when she first enrolled.” Maka began to count off of her fingers as she spoke. “You taught her mission statistics, helped her with homework, you even threw a party for her...”
“You do know I shot her in the face first time we met, right?” Kid deadpanned.
Maka gave Kid a chastising look.
“Crona was the person who gave Soul his scar,” Maka argued, “but I forgave her for that long ago.” Maka leaned in towards Kid with a mischievous smile on her face. “And I know you like to think you’re sneaky, but I noticed all those times you made funny faces to make Crona laugh in class.”
Kid bit back a remark. He had always thought those times with Crona had gone unnoticed. Why was Maka even badgering him about this in the first place?!
“Okay, okay I get it,” Kid sighed. “You’re insisting I had romantic feelings toward Crona.”
Have romantic feelings toward Crona,” Maka corrected.
Kid rolled his eyes. Always the precise one, that Maka.
“Well,” Maka went on, “do you deny it?” When Kid did not respond, she pressed him in a tone that made him think that she was desperate to know. “Really, do you?”
Kid was silent. How did he really feel about Crona? She had always been timid and shy; almost afraid of him at first. However, she had gradually warmed up to him and the two had gotten closer. When a Kishin had shoved a blade straight through Kid’s stomach and he was trapped in the infirmary for three painful hours, she brought him flowers. When she looked particularly afraid or sad, he’d make a silly expression at her and she’d timidly giggle. The two had definitely been close friends but, the question remained: were they ever more than that?
“… Well… I’m not sure,” Kid finally said after what felt like forever.
Maka was not finished pressing him for details like a lawyer to a witness. “Would you consider her pretty?”
“Pretty?” Kid stared at her with half-lidded eyes. “Quite frankly, Maka, for the first few months I thought Crona was a boy. In fact, we all did.”
“Well, to be fair, no one really knew which.” Maka grinned sheepishly as she said this. Kid sighed in exasperation and turned back to stare at the memorial plaque again.
“But,” Kid began. His voice was quiet, more of a murmur than a part of the conversation. “… I suppose… looking back, I can at least consider her cute. And… I suppose ‘pretty’ would suit her too… despite those asymmetrical bangs…” Kid felt heat creep up on his cheeks like spiders.
Maka gasped suddenly and Kid turned to her with a vague expression.
“Kid,” Maka teased, “Kid, you’re blushing!”
Kid’s eyes widened just the slightest bit.
“Huh?” Kid’s hand tentatively moved to his cheek, feeling the heat his cold skin was suddenly producing. “Am I?”
Maka suddenly became giddy as a girl in the NOT class.
“It must be true then,” Maka said happily. “You blushed even at the thought of asymmetry.”
Kid stared at Maka, his hand gently falling from his face.
“You know, you seem surprisingly casual about this whole thing,” Kid responded.
“How so?”
“I always felt you’d be protective of Crona over such a topic.”
“I would be, given a normal situation.”
Kid raised an eyebrow. “How is this one different exactly?”
“Easy!” Maka beamed from ear-to-ear. “Because it’s you!”
Kid felt his heart fall short a beat and his eyes widen just a hair as Maka spoke.
“Crona is frail, quiet, and insecure,” Maka went on. “But she’s always eager to do the right thing, and she’s eager to please others. You’re strong, opinionated, and you’re a born leader with a strong sense of justice. Both your souls are polar opposites, like me and Soul, or BlackStar and Tsubaki. They balance out; they harmonize in a way. So when she comes back, a soul like yours would be the perfect balance to Crona’s soul.”
Kid couldn’t help but feel a tiny smile crawl up his features.
“I suppose I should be flattered,” Kid chuckled, “seeing as how I’ve technically been granted your blessing.”
Maka giggled. “Eeyup!”
When Maka had finished her fit of giggles, her gaze joined Kid’s as the two pairs of eyes stared up at the darkening sky above. More stars began to peek out from the clouds above, and the moon had vanquished the sun from the world. The moon, now completely black, still oddly illuminated as it reflected the light of the sleeping sun.
Somewhere behind all that black there was a girl with pink, asymmetrical bangs waiting for someone to rescue her. Waiting for someone to sweep her into their arms and tell her they loved her.
Maka broke the silence.
“How long until then? Until we bring her back?” Her voice was quiet. Almost devoid of hope. Yet, her tone retained a tiny shard of faith.
Kid shrugged. “Hopefully soon. I’ve…” Kid sighed. “… actually been discussing that with the teachers.  We may have a chance to bring her back… It’ll take some serious planning though, maybe another year or more of it.” Kid kicked a tiny golden pebble back into place beside the plaque.
Maka whipped her head to stare at Kid. He could feel her eyes boring into his neck.
“Are you serious? What about the Kishin!?” Maka demanded.
“If we play our cards right, we may not even have to deal with the Kishin.” Kid would have done anything to save Crona, but if he could help it, he never again wanted to stare into the eyes of his brother again.
Maka’s hands trembled at her sides. “That…That’s incredible! What is it? When do we start!?”
“We’re holding a meeting for it tomorrow. Can I trust you let the others know?” Kid’s eyes remained on the sky.
“Leave it to me!” Maka turned to leave.
“… Maka.” Kid’s desperate tone stopped Maka in her tracks. “There is still the eighty-percent chance it won’t work. We may fail miserably.” Kid was staring at her now, his brow furrowed in either frustration or pain or maybe both. “The Kishin may even-”
“Nope,” Maka interrupted, silencing Kid with a wave of her hand. “I have faith. With enough faith and bravery, I’m sure we can pull through. Besides, even if we do fail, we always manage to get up and try again.” She flashed a sweet smile in Kid’s direction, and in that instant Kid knew what she had been trying to press into his mind all night.
He was silent at first, then he smiled. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”
Maka glanced back at the dirt road back to civilization.
“I really should get back,” Maka murmured sadly. “Soul’s expecting me for dinner, and he won’t like waiting.”
Kid’s smile grew into a smirk. “Well, we don’t want that now do we?”
Maka waved to him one final time. “Goodnight, Kid!”
Kid nodded in response. “Goodnight, Maka.”
As Maka took off, Kid watched her until she was nothing but a dot in the woods. Then, she rounded a corner and disappeared from his sight.
Kid looked up one more time at the sky, and another breeze tousled his cloak, tousled his hair, and blew leaves in a whirlwind all about the clearing once again. Kid could almost hear his father chuckling, and he could almost feel Crona’s arms wrapped around his neck.
When the breeze sang a sweet lullaby into his ear, he prayed that she could hear it from wherever she was. For a moment, Kid could feel his heart beat faster, a chill bring goose bumps on his skin, and the faintest watery film of tears cover his eyes.
“Love, huh?” Kid asked Crona, who was thousands of miles away, but to him felt closer than ever. “I can deal with that…”
Memorial. (Soul Eater~ KidCro)
A small KidXCrona story I had in my head for awhile. This was a collaborative effort with my good friend :iconmippin736: who basically gave my story words. I had only written the dialogue and she helped out fill in the rest. No doubt she has this story on her page as well so go look her up! But seriously, this came out all nice and cute and I love it! I hope you do too!
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Rules are as simple as setting a piece of cloth on fire:
1. Use the pokemon-randomizer-generator-hijinx-amplifier 3000, or just this website here: randompokemon.com/
2. Set to all regions, all ubers, all NFEs, all sprites, all pokecenters, all toasters.
3. Rrrrrandomnize for each question.
4. Tag someone, something, or everything.
5. Panic.

PREPARE FOR TROUBLE! AND MAKE IT DOUBLE! LETS DO THIS!

1) This is you:
Squirtlegurl, that is me.

2) This pokemon is your best friend:
VespiquenMy friend who is terrifying and scares everyone away for me but we are still bros. Hey Jordan! 8D

3) This pokemon is your partner in a science project:
BastiodonHey buddy, you wanna hold the beaker for me?
4)This Pokémon is your father:
KecleonBUT DAAAAAAAAAD I DUN WANNA GO TO BED YET!
5) This Pokémon is your mother:
VivillonMam... am I adopted? ... I think I'm adopted.

6)This Pokémon is your worst enemy:

Manaphy Little kawaii motherfucker thinks hes so special. HOWS THAT KINGDOM OF YOURS PRINCESS!? SEEN YOUR MOM LATELY!? OH WAIT!
7)This Pokémon is your girlfriend/boyfriend:
Charizard... I'm not complaining.
8) This Pokémon is your Ex:

Salamenceguess I got a thing for dragons huh? Sorry bud, you gotta do something about that anger management though.
9) This Pokémon is your hero:
Mesprit Mesprit Senpai!Broken Fighting Dome (Kawaii Please) by Jerikuto

10) This pokémon just stole all your cheesecake:
SlowbroCHARIZARD! SOME SLOWPOKE BASTARD JUST STOLD MAH CHEESECAKE!

11) This Pokémon is what you feel in your bed last night:

Reshiram... no comment.
12) This Pokemon Punched your Mom:

PoliwhirlOH! OH YOU WANNA GO!? YOU WANNA GO!?
13)This Pokemon would do anything to steal your shoes:
Kricketottake my old pair just... stap.
14)This Pokemon died by your hands:
JirachiI'm sorry... I-I couldn't save him... I'm... I'm a failure...Komari Kamikita (Crying) [V5] by Jerikuto

15)This Pokemon is your loyal companion for life:
VirizionThanks Virizion... I appreciate it... Mutsumi Suginami (Tears) [V7] by Jerikuto

16) This Pokemon is your loving pet:
HoundourWhos a good Houndor? Whos a good boy? X3

17)This Pokemon is your Dentist:
MeowsticBerry toothpaste please.

18)This Pokemon is what you dream about every day:
GravelerWhy is it that this dude is in my dreams every night? maybe its a sign?

19)You see this Pokemon suffering the wrath of SuperSpicy Curry. (Yeah, that thing from Smash Bros.....):
ScytherTHATS WHAT YOU GET FOR HAVING THAT EXOSKELETON BITCH!

20)This Pokemon suddenly hugs you from behind:

Scizorshit I didn't mean it- I DIDNT MEAN IT! CHARIZARD!
21)This Pokemon thinks it's the strongest, best and most beautiful in the world!!:
InfernapeShaddup Infernape. No one cares!
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Kiyomi-chan16 Featured By Owner May 1, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Thank you for the watch! Spin :heart:
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CatGirlSLP Featured By Owner May 2, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Your welcome bro! :iconbrohugplz:
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tohruXkyo323 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hey you saw the new chapter of A Fruits Basket Christmas Carol?
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tohruXkyo323 Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer

So you might notice on my journal add I'm planning to write a fruits basket Christmas special fanfic titled A Fruits Basket's Christmas Carol.

 

Please message me back soon.

 

(I'll might start writing during the end of November and work my way to till X-Mas)

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TerraKuman97 Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey, I saw you have an OC that's Kid's mother. I have an OC that's his Aunt, Lady Life. ^^ She's Death's sister.
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CatGirlSLP Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
LOL that's awesome! X3
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TerraKuman97 Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks~. I thought it'd be an awesome idea. A lot of people like her so far. :3
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AssassinsCreedgamer Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Diablo watches you now.
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CatGirlSLP Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
SWEET! HI DIABLO!^^
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AssassinsCreedgamer Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
G'Evening. xP
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