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Hi! I'm Galaxy. A strange, fandom-loving, mew-enthusiast that loves to laugh. Basically, this is just going to be a dump about everything in my life, if your interested in that, great job! You're a stalker! For all my creepy stalkers out there, here's more about me:

Favorite color: Black, like my soul.
Favorite animal: Foxes.
Favorite mythical animal: Dragons or Enfields.
Favorite pet: Snaaakes. I want one.
Favorite food: Popcorn, extra salt and butter.
Favorite hobbie: Writing or drawing or reading.
Favorite sport: Rock climbing.
Favorite fandom: Too many to pick. Maybe Doctor Who. Or Sherlock.
Sign: Gemini
Nickname(s): Galaxy or sometimes Gala, sometimes Ixy. Nickname me until your heart's content.
Favorite pokemon: Pffft, shiny mew.
Favorite eeveelution: Shiny umbreon!
Favorite types: Dark, dragon, and ghost.
Crush or anything: My cute little -nebby-

This might get depressing quickly, so... You've been warned.

Rules for talking/engaging me in any way:

Don't ask for my stuff unless we are close friends
Don't beg, even if we're close friends
Don't be rude/mean to me or any of my friends. This will earn you an immediate block.
Don't send me hi/hello messages, start a real conversation please.
Don't push me when I'm already annoyed or angry. This might earn you an immediate block.
NOTICE: Failure to follow any of this rules consistently will most likely earn you a block. You have been warned.

Do ask for art, I'm always open to suggestions.
Do be nice/considerate of all of my friends
Do talk to me, I'm quite friendly, but a little weird and shy, so it may take me a bit before I'm comfortable.
Do ask if I want to join something, such as an RP or a club you know I may be interested in, even if I decline the invitation, I'm always happy you asked.
Do add me to your friendlist, I'll always add back!^^
Follow all my rules and I'm sure we'll be great friends!

Title: Storytime 1- Tail of Two Eevees

Warning! Blood and violence ahead! You have been warned!

There once were two eevees. They loved each other very, very much. Often other pokemon would see them walking through the forest together, shoulders touching, just enjoying each others company. One, was named Song, and the other, Red. At night, Song would curl up against Red, and in the morning when she woke, Red would be there, still asleep and pressed against Song. Their life was a happy one. But, of course, I would not be telling this story of it was all happy.
One day, Song woke up, and Red was not there. At first, Song thought nothing of it, and continued with her daily routine, cleaning and picking berries. Maybe Red had gone off on something important. But night began to fall and Red had still not returned. Song started to worry, but curled up and fell asleep anyways.
*In the morning, Red was still not there. After a few days, the fear and worry got to Song, and she went to go tell the forest watch, sort of like police, but for the forest. She told them Red had gone missing and they came to Song's den to check it out. They found nothing but a faint scent trail that faded a few paces from the entrance. The forest watch promised to look out for him, but there was not much they could do.
A month passed, and Red still did not come home. The other pokemon decided he must be dead, but Song did not give up. Not after three months... or six... or nine... but she finally gave up after a year. Song cried herself to sleep every night, missing the warmth of Red's body, missing his voice, and the way he used to smile at her. She even missed his sleep-talking. But she got over it, and kept on living a normal life.
What the forest watch did not want to tell her, after two years of Red being gone, they had found him. Bloodied, torn apart, laying on the river. In his last moments, all he had said was "No..." They kept his death a secret, to avoid hurting Song further. And they never did figure out who murdered Red.

*Alternate ending!: A week passed, and Red did not come home. Song fell into depression, barely eating, or drinking, and not bothering to clean or anything. After two weeks, she stopped going out.
Not long after she stopped coming out, Red came home. He has been to get a present for Song, and had only intended to be gone for a few days. However, he had been attacked, and caught in a storm. He had to wait it out, go his injuries to heal, and for the clouds to pass. He expected a warm welcome when he came home, to see Song cleaning and be excited when she noticed Red. That did not happen, as Song had locked herself in her den.
Red unlocked the door with his key and opened it with a small push. He walked in, and then immediately recoiled. Song's body was lying, matted, covered in dried blood, on the floor. Her lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling. It was too much for Red. But before he could leave, a shadow jumped out, and everything suddenly went black.
Both were found a week later, dead, tortured, bloodied. Song was in her same crumpled position, but Red was splayed out, his paw reaching for Song. His blank, dead eyes focused on her. Even in his last moments, he wanted to be with her. The murderer was never found.

Dropping this here:
Too Late…
I know you said you have to go,
I know you said it’s very important.
But every time you leave again,
A piece of my heart gets broken.
Please don’t tell me you’re avoiding me,
That might shatter it completely.
I thought you said you loved me,
But now I feel you just don’t.
Maybe it’s too late,
If so, oh well.
But everything I care about is standing right here,
And if you can’t say the same…
Well…
Maybe it is too late…