Name:Alessandra 'Alex' Cesarini.

Age:29

Birthday: 22 August 1991

Hello to all! My name is Alessandra Cesarini, or in this Legendary Fairy. I like Pokemon when I was eight and I still like them. I like also music, writing stories, cats, animals and everything but snakes and spiders. After about 4 years of hiatus, something sparked me to return writing, so here I am.

For Pokemon I'm a:

Vatonageshipper(Keith/Kate):I like them!They're so cute! In the game, obviously. XD

Pokeshipper(Ash/Misty):I like them since I was a small girl, nothing will change my idea, even if I'm okay with the other shippings too.

Hoennshipper(Brendan/May):Had a change of heart about Contestshipping! I like them this couple in the games.

Contestshipper(Drew/May): Had a change of heart but I think they're okay...

Penguinshipper(Kenny/Dawn):I like the two!

Rocketshipper(James/Jessie):They fit together!

I like everyshipping, not much still Almiashipping and Ikarishipping, but I'm okay with them now, also okay with Yaoi and Yuri.

For people that like other shippings that aren't Pokeshipping, Contesthipping, Vatonageshipping or Penguinshipping: I don't hate any of your shippings, I just like what I like, there's not need to write offensive words on stories just because people don't like what they like, everyone has the freedom to like what they like, no matter what other people might think.

Legendary Fairy.

Why I named myself so?

Not sure...when I entered this fanfiction there weren't Fairy types in Pokemon, so I wanted to just call myself like that. Or how I wrote before, Legendary because I'm a Legend, and Fairy, because I'm a Fairy...just kidding, don't worry, I'm not a Legend or a Fairy.

My actual fictions:

Sadness: A little poetry that I made. It's my first one. I was inspired by it while reading the first chapter of 'Pokémon Ranger:Out of Darkness' of Have Faith in Yourself. COMPLETE!

When you're gone, Vatonageshipping: My first songfic. I was inspired this time while reading the fic 'Mystery of the Reverse World' of phantomdare1. COMPLETE!

Pokemon Trilogy Book 1: Susanne Matthews's journey in Hoenn seemed to start enough well, but things instead go downhill when Team Aqua and Team Magma start causing havoc in hopes to reawaken the Legendary Kyogre and Groudon. Will she and a group of her friends be able to defeat these two teams before they cause a catastrophe? Incomplete! 15 chapters posted, the next is about to be written, Book 1 all plotted. (16 chapters (one prologue and fifteen chapters) done on 76) Updates will be as frequent as they can be.

J's Apprentice Back Story: Alex and Anne's past: The past of my two twin sister that appears in Johan07's story. COMPLETE!

Proud: She told him that she was proud of him and for him that was enough. It's a one-shot always dedicated to my OC and Silver. Takes place after Alex and Gold travelled in time and after Alex beated once again Silver at the League. Silver/OC. Complete!

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Memories of a Child: When a Eevee named Eva and a Riolu named Ray, take a stroll to the beach they didn't expected to find the body of a Ninetales and a Vulpix egg laying on the sand. Since nothing can be done for the Ninetales, Ray and Eva took the egg in. But this is only the start of their adventure. But with new members joining their team, the egg hatching, the Vulpix's ability, Time Gears thieves, possible connections between the Vulpix cub and one of the thieves and a world famous explorer, the two will learn that their lives will be never been the same, anymore. Chapter 10 updated. Chapter 11 will be updated hopefully before the end of June. Accepting OC! Incompleted. Will rework on it, with some changes later on.

Incoming stories:

Pokemon What if Book 1: And if Susanne didn't live in the Jotho region but in the Galar region? If her family never transferred to Hoenn? And if Luna never asked her sister to wait for her? Susanne has 10 years old when she and her best friend Hop get their Pokemon Starter, but as soon as they get one, a Wooloo decides to enter a forest that none should enter and the two head in to save it...encountering what seems a mirage...but their journey is about to start...what will happen?

Note: I've decided about it going to be a Pokemon Shield story, even if probably I'm going to add Pokemon being found from Shield too, I'll see.

Also: I have decided to not post the story on February, Christopher Dragkrow told me that I should start writing this as soon as I end the first book of the Trilogy and to the beginning I wasn't really sure about being able, but right now I want first to work on plotting this book and then I'll see about posting.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check
Again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

"I Cried because of this"

When you were 1 year old, your mom celebrated the first birthday of you,
you thanked her by crying all day long.

When you were 2 years old, your mom started teaching you how to talk,
you thanked her by saying ummmumumumumamamama.

When you were 3 years old, your mom brought you to the park,
you thanked her by running around the pond, and chasing the ducks.

When you were 4 years old, your mom bought you some toys,
you thanked her by breaking the toys on the next day.

When you were 5 years old, your mom bought you a story book and read it to you,
you thanked her by ripping it piece to piece.

When you were 6 years old, your mom sent you to the kindergarten, so that you can start making friends,
but you thanked her by fighting with your classmate.

When you were 7 years old, your mom made you a very nice lunch for the first day of school,
you thanked her by throwing your foods around the class.

When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream cone,
you thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons,
you thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day from soccer to football to one birthday party after another,
you thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies,
you thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows,
you thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

When you were 13 years old, she suggested a haircut that was becoming,
you thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

When you were 14 years old, she paid for a month away at summer camp,
you thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15 years old, she came home from work, looking for a hug,
you thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16 years old, she taught you how to drive her car,
you thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17 years old, she was expecting an important call,
you thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18 years old, she cried at your high school graduation,
you thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19 years old, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25 years old, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50 years old, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on
YOUR HEART..

If you love your MOM & you thank her deeply,
repost this bulletin saying "I Cried Because Of This"

If you don't...then you obviously don't care if your mom dies. (Even if my mom died 6 years ago, I thought it was right to write...because I miss her, no matter what.)

This is some deep and true shit that almost made me cry.

At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

If you love your dad, post this on your profile

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.

8. Answered the truth on all questions? Yes

A white man enters a bar and sees a black man sitting on a stool. The white man says, "Coloured people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up.

He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK. When I grew up I was BLACK. When I'm sick I'm BLACK. When I go in the sun I'm BLACK. When I'm cold I'm BLACK. When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, when you're born you're PINK. When you grow up you're WHITE. When you're sick, you're GREEN. When you go in the sun you turn RED. When you're cold you turn BLUE. And when you die you turn GREY. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away... Post this on your profile if you hate racism.

A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a slut. Nobody knows she was raped at 13.

People call a girl fat. No-one knows she has a serious disease which causes her to be over weight.

People call an old man ugly. No-one knows he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war.

People call a crying boy a cry baby. No one knows his mom is dying.

Repost this if you're against bullying and stereotyping. 95% of you won't.

For the one you love

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared!

Guy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you, now slow down!

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

The girl gives him a big hug

Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me.

In the newspaper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her. put on his helmet so that she would live even if he died. Copy this onto your profile if you would do the same thing for someone you love.