Do not read this if you are easily offended. Do not read this if you are easily disturbed by squicky business. Do not read this if you like Unova (I adore Unova, but I'm about to take a massive dump on all the characters in the most unfunny way possible).
Will contain drabbles/ficlets/one-shots covering a variety of genres, pairings, characters, situations, etc. They will be longer than this one, I promise.
Rated T for language, sexual business, and generally inappropriate content.
Disclaimer: I don't take life seriously enough to own anything.
Arceus Bless Unova
As the sun slowly sunk down over the horizon, casting a golden rainbow of colors across the water, a seaplane pulled into one of Castelia City's many ports. Skyscrapers stretched as far as the eye could see, with some of the tallest being swallowed by the dusky evening sky.
One by one, the passengers climbed off the vessel to immediately be greeted by the sights and sounds of true Unovian spirit. A band and choir joined together in harmony to perform one of the nation's most beloved songs, Arceus Bless Unova. A couple of Braviary, Unova's mascot, soared in circles around a flag pole which proudly displayed the region's flag. On the shore, the passengers were treated to tables of some of Unova's finest delicacies – fried everything.
Among the passengers was Unova-born, yet current Kanto-native and war veteran, Lieutenant Matthew Surge. He stepped out onto the dock and had to pause for a moment to absorb the beauty before him. A Unova-flag bandana-clad Raichu stood at his side, equally in awe.
As red, blue, and white fireworks burst into the air with deafening cracks, Lt. Surge removed his sunglasses, a single manly tear rolling down his face.
"Goddamn, do I love this country."
I've never been good at being subtle.
Expect biweekly updates, yeahh.