My Dreams
I want mine and ash's love to be shown everywhere to both human and pokemon. but ash can never be a real pokemon, only in my dreams. now i'm back at the camp sitting on a picnic blanket with ash to my right and buneary at my left.
The Fortress of Pewter City (Ch. 5 of my Pokemon Series)
In the middle of the lab was ash's pikachu, who looked exhausted and worn out, needing rest after the years in captivity.
To Ashes: Chapter 2
To ashes: chapter 2_ hey everyone! there are currently 4 chapters up on patreon. trigger warning: this story has depictions of abuse, physical and sexual.
Ash and Rusty in the Woods
ash perked an ear in slight confusion. "what do you mean?" "saw the way you were looking at me earlier, remember?" it didn't register to ash for close to several seconds.
To Ashes: Chapter 1
Still short, glossy white fur, ash brown hair that was a powdery pink in the right light, and glittering topaz eyes.
Ash and Rusty in the Woods
ash perked an ear in slight confusion. "what do you mean?" "saw the way you were looking at me earlier, remember?" it didn't register to ash for close to several seconds.
Ashes on Wool
That's how they saw her. A flurry of death that clung like sand in the fur, caked into the flesh from millennia of the hunt. It was part of her, as natural as life itself. As it was her task to take such life away. She was majesty incarnate. Swift as...
A Time of Distress and Excess (Chapter 1 Part 1)
**A Time of Distress & Excess** By Grey the Floydian Sergal In the middle of a suburban street in the capital of a country ruled by Thatcher was a humble abode, resident to a sergal, a northerner with a dirty secret & one that would spawn...
Making an Ash of Yourself
They said you were nothing but ashes on the floor." maggie kicked the hunter in the balls and then dropped on the floor next to her father. "there were ashes on the floor all right. sophia has a really neat, big wood burning stove.
A Different Kind of Dream
A long breath left ash's lips as his head pressed down into the cushion of his pillow.
A Fine Line Between Love and Friendship
ash patted her back softly, "latias, please don't worry. we're beside each other," he comforted her, feeling her soft hair brushing on his shoulder. ash shivered, feeling nervous all of a sudden, "la..tias," he hesitated. "...ash? what is it?"
Ash
For even loved ones scatter into the wind like the ashes please, come with me, you, and you too let's bleed out the reason to live, because even if it was engraved on the palm of my hand, i wouldn't even try to seek this so called "life", so that i can't