Just a thought

So i have been thinking some on this but. What if pokemon was switched what pokemon would want to catch you.. What number would you be? What abilities would or could you bring to the table? What would make you unique to be the one being caught?
Im sure this question has been asked and there is probably a book being written about it or something. But just think about it what if roles were reversed in any and all things you like. Say for instance that book or tv show you just got done with. What if you was in it who what would you be and that character you replaced is now the one reading or watching tv.

Shay's voyage

Smiling softly at the camera her chubby cheeks blushing in embaressment " h-hello world hehehe.. Um oh my hehe.. I'm shay aaannd welcome to shay's awesome adventure of epicnesss!!" she was shy at the start but took a deep breath this was the twentieth time she had started recording. Her stomach was all in knot's as she gulped staring at the camera lens. " he..heh oh right my names shay oh I already said that.. Well um im 25 now and ooo i got my cat shadow!!" picking up a white and gray cat as it meowed with her picking it up. She giggled softly and let the cat down. Hours had passed as she took the camera and was video taping around the home. Showing off her boyfriend mostly as he was on his phone or on a console playing a game.
She then turned off the camera editing it on the laptop as she sat next to him on the couch. Humming to herself before reaching down and touching his thigh his leg jolted away from her as he played his game with a humph. She frowned some but kept a smile on her face typing and talking to friends online and calling on her cellphone.
One day a friend of hers was nearby and asked if he could visit. She jumped with glee as they hadn't seen each other in a long time and she was overjoyed to have sometime with friends. Well those that weren't  around that much running around through the day's she worked hard each day and night. So a relaxing day with friends was one thing she needed from all the stress.
Soon it waa time for them to meet as they met at a fanciest restaurant there was a burgerking. It was her boyfriends idea to meet in a public place which her friend didn't mind. Sitting down at a table she waited before her eyes were covered and a dark and mysterious voice whispered into her ears. "My oh my what is a pretty thing like you doing in a low class place like this?" she was afraid for a moment but smiled some " oh little ol me im just waiting for a big young stud to take me away from this place and show a lady a real good time." her eyes were uncovered as a male stood behind her putting a hand on her shoulder acting dramatic " oh but i cannot.. For it is.. I.. Have .... A hungry" they both gasp and laugh. Sitting down he held her hands softly "oh my goodness it's been so long.. How have you been? What have you been up to?" they talkes it seemed for hour's both laughing and smiling.
Just as soon as the good time's were there they were gone. Giving her a number and address of where he was staying for a few nights. She looked at the address and nodded. "We've got to do this again before you leave it was great" he smiled happily "im glad i had a great time too.. Well see ya around" watching him leave as he watched her leave making sure she left alright.

It had been two night's after their get together. Sniffling and crying heavily after a large fight between her and her boyfriend had broke out. Driving to a hotel she looked at the direction's before pulling into the drive way and looking around before parking. Opening up the door tobher car wiping her eyes quickly. She didn't call him to tell him she was on. Her way she just needed a friend and right now she knew she could go to him.

Walking up and down the hallway looking for his room number. knocking on the door hoping he would answer. Jolting awake he groaned staring at the time. " its not time to check out yet.. " crawling slowly out of bed half asleep and half awake. Grabbing his boxers and putting them on stumbling to the door as he opened it up. " hu?" was all he could studdard out before her arms wrapped around him sobbing against him.

"Sh..shay? What what's wrong?" he asked wrapping his arms around her holding her close to him. Before leading her into his room and closing locking the door. Stumbling with her clinging onto him mumbling and sobbing about what happened. He soon sat her down on the bed and got her some water and some tissues. Sitting next to her holding her hand and holding onto her when she could do nothing but cry. Soon they were laying together she was cradled up in his arms mumbling and sniffling.

Feeling his arms around her the warmth and strength of his arms she started to get aroused laying there with him. his touches and his attention were so gentle and caring something she had missed for so long. Which was half of what the fight was about. Her whole body was getting warm amd she began to fidget some. Her face flushing red at the thought's running through her head. She turned to him he was trying hard to stay awake but she had woken him up from his sleep.

She continued to fidget more pressing her legs together as she took deep breaths to try and compose herself. His hand then touched her hips slowly began caressing and rubbing up then back down her side. Barely touching the skin under her clothing. She panted some feeling more hot and overheated her body froze stiff feeling his breath on the back of her neck."would you like some more water?" she nodded quickly" yyes please.."

Scooting around as he got up she could feel his length and how it had grown from their cuddling on the bed. Her eyes darted around before she looked finally at it. Her eyes began darting around more blushing some more. She soon stood up and rushed to the bathroom closing the door behind her. "Sh..shay you okay.." she mumbled some " i.. I.. Yeah just... Need to do something... Private.. " " ooh okay sorry um the fart fan is the second switch... Just incase.. " she nodded quickly turning on the fan even quicker.

She could hear his footsteps walking away feom the bathroom as she stripped down to ber panties and bra panting softly as she was wet and it was running down her thigh slowly. She whimpered softly to herself and began playing with herself keeping it down. But soon as she was close it went away she was getting Frustrated with herself as she kept trying and trying. Walking out of the bathroom in just her panties and bra she seen him laying there worn out.

Huffed in anger but in a way glad she left her clothes on the chair ans climbed in bed with him. He wrapped his arms around her once more. Her mouth opened she could feel his body pressing up against her and her body pressing back. She closed her eyes moving his hands to her breasts. Slowly making his hands squeeze her breasts as her heat would rise once again slipping her hand down and began playing with herself once more. It wasn't long till she had released hard on her fingers before feeling something pressing yp against her panties she looked behind her he was awake and had watched her the whole time.

Her last memory was of him taking her that night like she hadnt been foe a long long time. In the morning she awoke in the bed still wearing her panties and bra. Her clothes were at the edge of the bed. Soon slowly reaching down she was still wet and was still the same size as she was before. Did she dream of the whole thing he wasn't anywhere in the room but soon as she got up and put on ber shirt and pants the dooe opened. He walked in with a soft smile on his face" heh afternoon sleepy head.. Lunch?" he had brought her some food as well as him "did you say afternoon... Wait.. Did we?" he looked at her and softly chuckled " no.. No. Ha very tempting but... You passed out after your... Um.. Time" her face was bright red " then you... We.. You" shaking his head " i woke up when i heard something and it looked like you had just.... Calmed down as they say" grabbing her things as she blushed heavily and ran out the door.

Story time

Gather round kiddies and children boys and girls of all ages its story time todays story is about livelihood. 

Dreams, fantasies, goals, wishes, creativity, imagination, hope are horrid expectations that get crushed and thrown away leaving you hurt and broken it's best not to have expectations that way you never have to get hurt and broken. But there is a way to help you fix this before you get hurt take all you imagination, dreams, hopes put them in a jar seal it up and hide it away from you and everyone else that way nobody will crush it and you'll live empty and hollow trying things to fill that part of you that you've sealed away but it is for your own good. There will always be someone smarter, stronger, better than you no matter who you are someone will always be better no matter what you do. These days are dark and grim so help yourself and hide away all your thoughts before you fall victim of this. Good night and sweet dreams while you sleep dream of something wonderous cause there is the only place you can do anything and everything you always wanted.

Happy new year

So new year right 2016 it's here what will this year do for anyone? Who knows but who would want to know?

Lands of prodding

Stepping into the bathroom his feet splat against the cold tile, taking a deep breath as he looked around the room it was like any other bathroom he had been too. The tile was white and the wallpaper tan, but had a tiny block pattern going around the whole room. Sighing in annoyance, it was so bland the colors closing his eyes he could still see what it looked like. Stepping further inside of the bathroom he began undressing, the mirror on the wall moved across the sink to the other side of the wall where the toilet sat. Sitting down on the lid of the toilet to take off his shirt exhausted from the day's errands. He sat for a moment having his shirt laying across his lap feeling the lid of the toilet slowly tilt to the side almost as if it were going to come off from him just sitting.


His eyes drifted from the door to the tub shower mix behind it, it had been so long since he had a bath. trying to think of the last time he had taken a bath in a bathtub and it wasn't a shower. He really couldn't think of the time, but it made him smile some to think of him laying down with the water just right and his body able to relax in the comfort of the tub. his body would be able to relax and not be so tense to be able to feel 'human' as they say. Gripping his knees as he leaned forward pushing himself up to his feet. Letting the shirt fall to the ground before lifting up a corner with his foot moving it to his shorts and letting it fall on top of them. The sound of the television being turned on from the outside made him blow air out his nose in aggravation, the sound cascaded through the thin wall of the bathroom hearing a video game being started up.


Ignoring it in his mind wanting to relax at least for a short while, reaching down to the three knobs above the tub turning on the hot water first at full blast. It's sound like a soft melody as his body tensed up slightly before relaxing knowing what was going to come for his aching body. Turning on the cold only slightly, then let the waters collide together in the tub as he stood up straight. Noticing the way the water looked as the tub was first being filled the darkness in the back of the tub then the swirling water that moved around like currents of the ocean. He could see them moving and swirling about mixing in together, 'bleach' he said to himself in his mind. There was bleach in the tub and it was coming back to life with the water that was being splashed in the tub.


The smell of bleach wasn't around just yet and it was alright. He let out a sigh waiting for the water to get up enough in the tub so he could slip in and get comfortable. Glancing at the mirror behind him noticing something upon his body that wasn't there before. Stepping back a little more and turning to his right side to find a bruise, lifting up his arm following the bruise across the side of his body. Lightly touching where it was the darkest flinching a little at his own effort but he began poking it with the tip of his finger. 'nothing' said aloud in his head before looking at his shoulder's seeing the bruises that were visible of the everyday. Before he went too in-depth of looking at himself, the water was at the right height for him to slip in as he stepped into the bathtub.


The heat from the water would sizzle against his skin slowly lowering himself down into the heated tub. His body was loosening already muscles relaxing as he sat there in the tub not moving but enjoying the heat and massage of the water against his aching body. Glancing to the end of the tub at his feet then to the reflection of himself what he looked like. Staring at the reflection of himself the sound of small screams and chaotic noise was booming from the room outside of the bathroom. He ignored it for now, and stared at himself in disgust before turning away leaning his head to the wall behind his head. Grabbing the soap from the corner of the tub and began washing himself as he kept his sight from the reflection of himself.

Unknown drough

Life is a puddle of mud, things happen either at the surface or in the deep. The sickness thrives through ones head and into their heart. The spikes of roses roll down their veins scratching along down until there is no more blood to bleed. What happens to you when you die is what happens when you live. Nothing changes the only thing that happens is your heart stops beating and you can't feel the pain that you've carried along the way with a smile. Cause nothing can break you only your own beasts make it so your blood runs more than you can give. Cause that's what you are born to do give until it hurts then when you filter through the pain you give even still no matter the cost. Things happen that's what we tell ourselves forgetting that we are no better than those we protect and give there is no middle ground only caskets with holes to drain out what's left to give even in death.

November rains

November is the month I lose it it's my daughter's birthday each year I cry. She is growing up so much and here I am not being in her life cause of reasons. Which I'd rather not get into but here it is year 9.. she's going to be 9 so much I have missed. I have tried my best to keep on my feet to be able to do things but this year... This year I'm making it I'm actually making I'm doing what I can but she is still on my mind always. I got something for her birthday but I'm worried what do you get a 9 year old girl.. I'm out of this.. I dunno what to do but all I can do is try so... take a deep breath and let's do this.

The Collar

Waking from a night of tricks and treats, stomach grumbling from all the sugar not enough nutrient's. My eyes glazed blurry, slowly I turn in bed finding his arm coiling it around me like a protective shield. It was warm and enticing how it felt against my body enchanting. Smiling happily to myself as my ear is now against the side of his chest. The air leaving and entering his lungs along with his heart beat was like a symphony of lullabies. Feeling my eyes become heavy as i'm protected even from the worse of nightmares. His heart beat leading the band in stride, only a few times would it sound off beat. Wrapping my arms around his arm, to the side of his body so much love flowing off of his body like a waterfall I drown in happily.

I can't rest not now the day like is creeping up in through the window. I feel it's persistent sting of the day hours coming. Opening my eyes once more seeing his body at peace dreaming sleeping. I can't help but stare so much I want to say to him, so much I wish to be for him. My eyes water with joy, before wiping them with the corner of the blanket he had wrapped us in for the night. Slowly shimmying down the bed not wanting to wake him, knowing the rough day's and nights that will come. Sitting on the floor as I cover my mouth with a yawn of exhaustion wanting to go back to sleep. Rubbing my eyes pushing away the eye gunk adjusting my eyes to the light in the room. Reaching over and closing the shades more so he wouldn't be disturbed from the light. Stretching out my body as I stand feeling my body screaming for more rest, but I must resist.

Seeing the nightstand next to the bed, seeing a collar. It laid there untouched or moved in so long. It was not my collar, but I wish it to be someday the strap was adjustable the texture of it was smooth like silk for a collar. There was one piece of jewelry on it and it was the danglie. A red jewel in the shape of a heart with a dark outline around it with small spikes. I have awoke to stare at this collar a few times when the light would shine in and reflect off the heart. It was shinning all the love and warmth that was sealed inside such a jewel. My eyes would tear wanting to feel that around my neck to know that all the love and warmth was with me all the time forever, ever. Today was a good day though, and hopefully today would be the day he'd put it on me.

Walking out of the bedroom only wearing my panties that hugged my curves. Still a bit groggy, but there are things to be done and hopefully before he wakes. Going to the bathroom was my first stop, before washing up heading into the kitchen. My stomach growling now from hunger, from all the delicious treats that I consumed the night of Halloween. That was our holiday, Valentines is great, Thanksgiving is okay, Christmas is gloomy but Halloween is where we can act like a goof and devious then get candy! I'm all in for it, but this morning was a much needed nutrient's and food that will help our bodies recover from candy coma's. My thoughts were on food, but mainly on the collar there have been day's I have fantasied about wearing it when. He is at work and walking around the house cleaning, looking at myself in the mirror talking to my self saying things like, "Oh? this old thing, oh well yes... doesn't it look beautiful... oh no no my man got me this.." then laugh at myself in the mirror and say, "bitch this is mine he is mine so you can never be this fabulous" I laugh at myself while cooking.

I jump and scream when two arms wrap around my waist, but my heart melts when I hear in my ear. "Well.. hello there milady." His voice soothing speaking in one of the accent's he does. I stumble over my words, "oh.. moo.. melo... morning" I feel a tender kiss upon my neck as his facial hair tickled my skin, but his lips lightly touching my neck. Made a shiver go up my spine as goosebumps were forming from his touch. "My little moo moo is up early." Blushing as he called me that, he would always find little names to just make the day seem like a fairy tale. Today was little moo moo apparently, without thinking I opened my mouth, "m-mooo" I let out softly and embarrassed.

His arms let my body slowly feeling along my belly then to my sides. I leaned into his touch while cooking almost forgetting I was. Before feeling a nudge from his pelvis against my panties. "You're going to burn it... pay attention" He said before looking back at the food and jumped slightly going back to cooking with a squeak. Oh he was so mean sometimes, as he left me at the stove letting me cook. Glancing over at him, he was naked seeing him walking away as I grin. "morning sexy butt" I called out to him as he turned around covering his butt. "good morning... I meant pay attention to cooking.. not my booty" I couldn't help but giggle as the food was being cooked.

Thought of him would continue, as we ate finally dressed in some clothing relaxing in the living room. My day would go from the best ever to the worst. Looking at him as I tear up, "please don't go.." I held onto his arm leaning against him. "I have to.. got to work ya know?" He said nodding my head I knew he had to work, but it would be so long before he would be home again. He would leave home and go to work, but he wouldn't be home in three months or more. We get to talk to each other everyday by phone and if he can make it happen over the internet on a program like skype. The day's he would be home seemed to go by so fast, but slow at the same time. Holding onto his arm as he held onto me with his other arm. It was his last day home each time it was the same. We would hold each other like we wouldn't let go I once asked him for a collar.

I have that now but it isn't the collar I want to have that lays dormant in our room. I have stuffed animals that I line my bed with each one from him every time he would come home with another. Each one smelled like him as I pretend that I was the stuffed animal when it was with him. Watching over him as he slept and seeing him work from the comfort of his bed. Listening in on our conversations on the phone while he worked. Listening to him yelling at cars that cut him off, or were being stupid. He works hard, each and everyday for me for him for everything and everyone. Touching my collar I have as I held onto his arm then letting go of his arm and wrapping my arms around his waist keeping him close. "I love you" I say muffled from my face being against his stomach, "I love you too" He replied time I want to stand still just to have one more hug.

When he left for work, I cried in bed piling on the stuffies all over me. "I want you back!" I scream out it was hard to say good bye. My arms wrapped around the first stuffie he gave me it was huge as I could wrap its arms around me and curl up in a ball under it. I would use this stuffy to dress up having his shirts and underwear that would mysteriously dissappear when he would do laundry. He knew I liked his scent but it was something that stuck around for days to make the days he worked a bit easier to go through. I can see the collar on the nightstand, remembering first time I seen it. I put it on and had it on while in front of him I had never seen him so angry, and hurt. I was punished for it that day, when it was all over he held me in his arms. He told me what that collar meant to him, and everything that it would entitle. I didn't know how much a object could mean so much to someone.

Reaching out from under the avalanche of stuffies the tip of my finger touched the heart shaped jewel as my finger could feel the spikes all around the heart. "I will wait for you" I said sending my love to him hoping he could feel it through the heart.

My song

I just want to see you
Just want to hear you say my name
just wanna be with you
Can you hear me
I'm talking to you again
My minds made up my thoughts are racing to sin again
The most I've loved you was when we had each other wrapped in eternal oblivion
Wake me, wake me with your sweet caress
Take me take me unwilling rest
My chest it pounds a sound that unrelents
The love I had it was for you
Can you hear me now can you see me now I cry for you
You let the best thing go
It's all for love you sat let what you love truly let it go
But that's not me I don't stop or slow I just move forward on the road I go
Another comes and I glisten waiting for a right time right one but the tension is so loud it blew by too fast

Can you hear can you listen I want to say something now listen... before it's too late and it's missed don't listen to this song again you won't get it I hate it I love you bye it's done I'm over and now I go go do what I do best work so you can lolygag a pension

(the end)

Monsters and Devils Chapter 1: Launch

Looking out at the sunset the howls of those that fell the night before echoed in his head, The heat and smell of the burning wood and flesh surrounded the area. His eyes burned from exhaustion wanting nothing else but to rest after the days past. “Sir… The king demands your audience. ” A voice came from behind words like daggers to an already sore, worn body. Turning his head to see a young soldier on the verge of adulthood, perhaps still in the teenage years dressed in leather armored clothing the look of seriousness stretched over the young ones face. “Yeah yeah.. Lead on.” his voice harsh from his thirst soon turning, his whole body cut and scraped with wounds following the soldier to the king's tent untouched by the brutal battle that took place only yards away the king sitting in his tent overjoyed with the victory of battle. “HAHA! Yes, another battle and splendid victory!" The king cried out with joy having a cup in hand drinking with delight.

Following the young soldier to the king's tent before walking inside as the tent flap was being held open by another soldier. Arriving inside of the tent the soldier knelled down, "Sir as you requ-" The king interrupted the soldier as he gave out a happy greeting. "You did it, many thanks an-" The king was interrupted as he spoke out, "I would like to have, what was promised to be mine. I have done what was asked now it's time to bring up your part of the bargain" The soldier would stand up from being kneeled, "You will address the king as your highness, and you wil-" The king stood up from his seat and walked over touching the soldiers shoulder "Calm yourself.. he is correct, after all who wouldn't be eager to have what they earned." Walking with the cup of alcohol in his hand to the table set up with a long paper, the king would then write upon the piece of paper. "Land was it? you wanted in the [name of forest] forest." The king asked, as he would soon follow watching the king writing and reading what was written. "Yes.. the whole forest would be mine as agreed upon."

The king stopped writing for a moment and nodded on the table there were papers scattered all around the table one was a large map showed the land that was now apart of the growing kingdom. "Hmm" the king would mumble to himself slightly while writing upon the parchment. The strokes of the ink and the swirls of the pen waved over the parchment like a breeze upon the water surface. "That is a big part of land... You are wanting... but with your services I believe it.. may be worth it." a silence crept in the tent while the kings body guards were keeping watch. The king soon sat up and pushed the parchment towards him, "as agreed... " Looking down at the parchment as he began reading then moved it back to the king nodding his head in silence. The king gave the parchment his seal lifting it up for him, "and if we need you again" the king smirked wickedly, "You'll have to come and get me then." he said snatching the parchment from the kings grasp and turned away walking out of the kings tent. "Sir why do you let him get away talking to you like that?" The king scuffed and went back to his drink "because you fool, one way or another he will be crawling back and another victory will be in sight once again."

Walking away from the battlefield as he gathered up his things, setting off to his new home. It wasn't going to be easy it took him many days to get back to the forest that was now his. Moving into the woods he knew what he was looking for and what he wanted something inside of him wanted this more than anything in the world. Soon coming to a small clearing with a large tree in the middle its roots would go deep into the ground, smiling to himself as he took what he needed and began drawing upon the ground different designs and styles for his home around the tree. He would then come up with a plan as he took out his axe and began to cut down the wood for his home.

Many months went by as the house was being built some attempts failed, and some seemed to go his way. He was no home maker, or warrior but his spirit would not rest as he continued building and rebuilding his home until it was perfect in his eyes. As a year had gone by he looked at his masterpiece and smiled happily. "Home... It.. Is finished, Phew." he said to himself looking around not seeing anyone to pat him on the back for a job well done but all in all it was his and his alone.

As time went on the kingdom would continue building and expanding to other kingdoms fighting wars, battles won and lost with each passing day, month and year. Deep in the forest a single cottage had laid peaceful and calm. Almost forgotten as few roamed into the forest "FATH'A!" A female child's voice called out, as two female children of two different species were fighting over a stuffed toy. "FATH'A!" Both were calling out for him. Walking out of the kitchen area to see two of his children were fighting. In the living room near a large table, neither one looked like him nor did any of the other children, he had living along side him. Each one was different from the other as all eight children ranging from toddler to teenager were living in the same home. Each one had a story as to how they had come across him and now lived with him as his children. Though they all had the same story each one was either abandoned or their parents had passed away.

It was chaos and order in the home, as most days were good and most could have been better. Alone he would take care of them all, each one sometimes helping him with taking care of the others other times it was a hardship on his own. "Are you two fighting, over that toy again?" He asked walking over wearing a pair of baggy pants and a gray shirt, "Why don't you two try sharing sometime?" Stopping nearby while watching the two staring each other down, flailing the toy around to try and get the other to let it go. "Because it's mine!" "No it's not, it's mine!" A branch came crashing through the wall ripping a large hole into the home ceiling and wall. ".." All three turned and stared at the branch then how much damage there was. Both girls ran behind their father, before looking up at him running out of the room. "We didn't do it!" They both yelled out fleeing the scene in a hurry. He looked at the hole in the wall of his home, "..." Silence was the only thing he could process what to do, his mouth opened wide. His mind was processing, what had just happened.

Three other children had popped out of the branch from the leaves. "Haha! that was fun let's do it again?!" two of them spoke, as the third had seen him staring blankly at the branch.  His eyes shifted upward to the children, his eyes were soon locked onto all three. His eyes showed fiery anger before slowly calming down to worry, then acceptance the three seemed to be unharmed. The third cowered back behind a few leaves holding them up to try and hide. The other two children climbed down from the branch and began gossiping to each other about it. He walked over to the two children, as they froze feeling the presence of their father being right behind them. "H-he-hey.. You're looking well." One of them spoke holding their tail cowering down slowly to the floor. The other slowly turned around for a instant their color had fade to a light pale. "H-he-ha."

Neither one of them seemed to be able to put a full sentence together. His eyes were blazing with anger, but also with worry. "I'm so happy.. My children are safe." He said gritting his teeth reached down picking them both up.