ErazonPo3
Junior Trainer
- Pronouns
- She/her
Sixth Anniversary Drabble Bingo
| Diancite | Xerosic | Nighttime Battle |
| Diantha | Parfum Palace | Eternal Floette |
| Pokemon Village | Roller Skates | Anistar Sundial |
Here is my finished bingo card for the 2025 TR anniversary! I found it a little tricky to get the prompts I wanted to do most in a neat row, and consequently fell short of a full blackout by 3. I had fun with them though, and thank you to @Negrek for the prompts! These are all exactly 100 words as according to wordcounter.net.
Lab-grown Mega stones will revolutionise the world, they say. Gone are the days of scarcity; the once priceless stones will be free to all. Diancie isn’t so sure. She knows a thing or two about creating stones— diamonds that otherwise take millions of years to form can coalesce in her palms. She has also learned that such an ability invites danger, because many people are interested in keeping things scarce.
Lab-grown diamonds, lab-grown stones, will they make a difference? There is only one pearl that belongs to her, the coveted Diancite, and only one trainer who could ever wield it.
Lab-grown diamonds, lab-grown stones, will they make a difference? There is only one pearl that belongs to her, the coveted Diancite, and only one trainer who could ever wield it.
Lumiose City is known across the world as the City of Lights. Its citizens spend their days in a dreamy haze, and come alive at night when the power turns on. But there are places where the shadows grow tall, where the glowing panopticon at its centre cannot reach.
It’s in these shadows that the strongest trainers come out to play. In the dark, they don’t have to play nice, and they don’t have to play fair.
You might recognise some of their faces, if you could see them— yet here in the shadows, they’re just another trainer like you.
It’s in these shadows that the strongest trainers come out to play. In the dark, they don’t have to play nice, and they don’t have to play fair.
You might recognise some of their faces, if you could see them— yet here in the shadows, they’re just another trainer like you.
The subheading of the magazine article reads: Diantha — How Kalos’ shining star was born.
It’s a pleasant puff piece, praising her natural talent and her eye for opportunity, and shrewdly omits her parent’s connections to influential producers. Kalos’ home grown sweetheart, nurtured on postmodernism and galettes. She shines so brightly that she makes Prism Tower look dull, it says.
It’s just as much a condemnation. A star’s life ends one of only two ways; it either burns out, or it implodes on itself so spectacularly that it takes everything around it down with it, and leaves a black hole behind.
It’s a pleasant puff piece, praising her natural talent and her eye for opportunity, and shrewdly omits her parent’s connections to influential producers. Kalos’ home grown sweetheart, nurtured on postmodernism and galettes. She shines so brightly that she makes Prism Tower look dull, it says.
It’s just as much a condemnation. A star’s life ends one of only two ways; it either burns out, or it implodes on itself so spectacularly that it takes everything around it down with it, and leaves a black hole behind.
Upon the famous balcony of Parfum Palace, fireworks launch into the night sky just for them. It’s a beautiful display. The wailing lights pop and then sizzle as they fall, sometimes bursting with glorious aplomb and sometimes crackling and dazzling like sparklers. Down in the courtyard below, spectators gasp and coo. She feels a little like the royalty who would have lived here, once.
A finger brushes against hers, shockingly warm compared to the cold metal banister beneath her palms. Shauna’s smile is warmer again, aimed directly at her. Serena looks back to the sky.
She shouldn’t read into it.
A finger brushes against hers, shockingly warm compared to the cold metal banister beneath her palms. Shauna’s smile is warmer again, aimed directly at her. Serena looks back to the sky.
She shouldn’t read into it.
She has lived for thousands of years, through no fault of her own.
She will know when it’s time to come home— she thinks. She has to believe that’s true; she has to believe that something will change, and that she will know when it does.
She knows her friend is remorseful, and she knows he wants to see her again just as much as she wants to see him. But she cannot return, will not return, until he understands what it means to be alive.
She has lived for thousands of years, and she will live for thousands more.
She will know when it’s time to come home— she thinks. She has to believe that’s true; she has to believe that something will change, and that she will know when it does.
She knows her friend is remorseful, and she knows he wants to see her again just as much as she wants to see him. But she cannot return, will not return, until he understands what it means to be alive.
She has lived for thousands of years, and she will live for thousands more.
“Come on, it’s just like ice skating.”
“It’s nothing like ice skating.”
“When was the last time you went ice skating?” Luculia teases, and Cynthia shoots her a mock scowl. She’s a natural at most everything she tries, but apparently roller skating is the exception.
“It’s easy for you because you’re short. Lower centre of gravity.”
“I’m not short, you’re just stupidly tall,” Luculia grins. “Here, you can hold my hand if you want.”
Cynthia narrows her eye, but she’s not one to pass up an opportunity.
(They end up crashing a few times, but that’s neither here nor there.)
“It’s nothing like ice skating.”
“When was the last time you went ice skating?” Luculia teases, and Cynthia shoots her a mock scowl. She’s a natural at most everything she tries, but apparently roller skating is the exception.
“It’s easy for you because you’re short. Lower centre of gravity.”
“I’m not short, you’re just stupidly tall,” Luculia grins. “Here, you can hold my hand if you want.”
Cynthia narrows her eye, but she’s not one to pass up an opportunity.
(They end up crashing a few times, but that’s neither here nor there.)