~All About Me~
Collecting Ghost Gems and Poison Gems!~
Close friends on here!:
Orca~
ChirotheKitBat
Komodoragon
rylie_lovesme
Zuki
kaleb1234
BuddhaBamboo
InevitableSass
TheInevitablePiemon
ruruis
WolfberryPiemon!
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~Progress~
POKÉMON
⭐ = Shiny / 🟣 = Shadow
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ThatIdiet --> CasualPokemonFreak --> ~SpiritBeholder~ --> ???
GHOST INFO
Ghost-types are energetic, witty, think outside the box, and tend to be the life of the party. They thrive on attention, whether positive or negative, and love to surprise people and make them laugh.
Game Records
Trainer ID: #772474611Registration: 15/10/2023 (7 Months ago)
Game Time: 267:25 Hours
Total interactions: 67,290
Money: 34,505
Starter Pokémon: Swampert
Feeds
@Domocodo deserved a longer ban. He spammed money in certain threads AND he made 6 FULL PAGES WITH A CHERI BERRY SAYING "money" OVER AND OVER-
Yes I understand he's a troll, but on the moderators sides, please just ban him for longer.
You won an auction.
Auction: Gastly (Your bid: 139,000 ). The Pokémon has been transferred.
Congratulations!
OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
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@Poor_ToRichChall3ng3
Because I was dumb when I made the acc
Display name is just Wooper
(I need to change my avatar)
~Other Sprites / Art For Me~
Sprites made by Aisling!
+1 - For my Friend +13 - For Me (10 broke - Edited Code So It Stays)
Sprites made by Abufirestar01!
Sprites made by Orca~!
Art made by Komodoragon!
Art made by Rice !
Art made by -Remi-!
Art by KaoriSanoHaruchiyo !
Sprites by Ramper!
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Shiny Hunt
~SpiritBeholder~ is currently hunting Gastly.
Hunt started: 02/05/2024
Chain: 104
Hunt started: 02/05/2024
Chain: 104
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~Daylight~
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Telling myself I won't go
there,
Oh, but I know that I won't care,
Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt.
This lust is a burden that we both share,
Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer,
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt.
There's darkness in the distance,
From the way that I've been livin'
But I know I can't resist it...
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time...
Tellin' myself it's the last time,
Can you spare any mercy that you might find,
If I'm down on my knees again?
Deep down, way down, Lord, I try,
Try to follow your light, but it's night time,
Please, don't leave me in the end.
There's darkness in the distance,
I'm beggin' for forgiveness (ooh),
But I know I might resist it, oh,
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.
Oh, but I know that I won't care,
Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt.
This lust is a burden that we both share,
Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer,
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt.
There's darkness in the distance,
From the way that I've been livin'
But I know I can't resist it...
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time...
Tellin' myself it's the last time,
Can you spare any mercy that you might find,
If I'm down on my knees again?
Deep down, way down, Lord, I try,
Try to follow your light, but it's night time,
Please, don't leave me in the end.
There's darkness in the distance,
I'm beggin' for forgiveness (ooh),
But I know I might resist it, oh,
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.
~Labour~
"For somebody I thought was my saviour, you sure make me do a whole lot of labour."
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The capillaries in my eyes are
bursting,
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour,
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour.
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking,
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber,
You make me do too much labour.
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid,
Nymph then a v!rg!n, nurse then a servant,
Just an appendage, live to attend him,
So that he never lifts a finger.
24∕7, baby machine,
So he can live out his picket fence dreams,
It's not an act of love if you make her,
You make me do too much labour.
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid,
Nymph then v!rg!n, nurse and a servant,
Just an appendage, live to attend him,
So that he never lifts a finger.
24∕7, baby machine,
So he can live out his picket fence dreams,
It's not an act of love if you make her,
You make me do too much labour.
The capillaries in my eyes (all day, every day),
Are bursting (therapist, mother, maid),
If our love died (nymph then v!rg!n),
Would that be the worst thing? (Nurse then a servant).
For somebody (just an appendage),
I thought was my saviour (live to attend him),
You sure make me do (so that),
A whole lot of labour (he never lifts a finger).
The calloused skin on my hands (24∕7),
Is cracking (baby machine),
If our love ends (so he can live out),
Would that be a bad thing? (His picket fence dreams).
And the silence (it's not an act of love),
Haunts our bed chamber (if you make her),
You make me do too much labor.
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour,
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour.
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking,
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber,
You make me do too much labour.
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid,
Nymph then a v!rg!n, nurse then a servant,
Just an appendage, live to attend him,
So that he never lifts a finger.
24∕7, baby machine,
So he can live out his picket fence dreams,
It's not an act of love if you make her,
You make me do too much labour.
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid,
Nymph then v!rg!n, nurse and a servant,
Just an appendage, live to attend him,
So that he never lifts a finger.
24∕7, baby machine,
So he can live out his picket fence dreams,
It's not an act of love if you make her,
You make me do too much labour.
The capillaries in my eyes (all day, every day),
Are bursting (therapist, mother, maid),
If our love died (nymph then v!rg!n),
Would that be the worst thing? (Nurse then a servant).
For somebody (just an appendage),
I thought was my saviour (live to attend him),
You sure make me do (so that),
A whole lot of labour (he never lifts a finger).
The calloused skin on my hands (24∕7),
Is cracking (baby machine),
If our love ends (so he can live out),
Would that be a bad thing? (His picket fence dreams).
And the silence (it's not an act of love),
Haunts our bed chamber (if you make her),
You make me do too much labor.