#* in character ┊ mellie grant.

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lots of cyrus bits. can you tell he's my favorite or nah

[randomminty]

do u ship anyone from pokemon? the humans or the pokemon themselves? idk im just curious!!!!

Gahh none im super obsessed w but theres sooooo many that i like. A few i can think of rn cynthia/diantha skyla/elesa steven/wallace red/green(rival) palina/iscan..diantha/malva grew on me recently insane horrible toxic yuri. list goes on and on

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i support women’s rights and women’s wrongs and never was the latter more true than when first lady melody margaret grant induced labor a month early in an effort to keep her husband from divorcing her to be with his mistress

[lethalchiralium]

Fearless | Happiness Series

a/n: RRRRR SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I HATE EVERYTHING I WRITE NOW HAHA

pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

warnings: babies, mentions of simon’s trauma

summary: With Simon's new deployment comes a surprise guest, Kate Laswell, and some very unwanted company knocks at the door.

NOTE: This is the start of what I’m dubbing the “Simon kind of isn’t in the next 5-7 parts, only in flashbacks” part. I’m a sucker for character development. And angst.

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“It’s too early.”

Simon laughed a little, your arm draped over your eyes as he moved to turn off his bedside lamp. His alarm had gone off ten minutes ago and he was already in his fatigues, his rucksack packed last night and left next to the front door. He was ready physically, just not mentally. Not when his daughters were asleep down the hall, not when he knows their cries will break your heart - not when there’s a new little life in your belly. A little thing that he hoped to watch grow inside you, he hoped to be the second person to ever hold it - right after you.

He moved around to your side of the bed, sliding his hand all the way up your leg to settle on your sternum, your arm moved from off your face to meet his eyes.

“Don’t go.”

He just leaned forwards, placing a kiss on your lips. He moved downwards, placing a kiss on your stomach and whispering something you couldn’t hear. He returned to your face, another kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry, love.”

Your hand found the side of his face, feeling the distinct texture of his war paint near his eye. “Stay safe. Our girls need their dad.”

Another kiss to your lips. “I will. Keep them safe too, yeah?”

A nod. “I will. I love you.”

He smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Love you.”

With that and the sound of his heavy boots, Simon had left. It wasn’t hard for you to guess that he had kissed both of your girls’ heads after he left the bedroom, whispering that he loved them and that he would be home soon. You waited until you heard the front door close and lock before closing your eyes again, rolling over into the middle of the bed to grab his pillow and bury your face in it. You grew drowsy when you imagined him running back into the house, having forgot something and coming back to give you one last kiss on your cheek before he left for good.

It was only an hour later before you heard Mellie’s crying through the baby monitor. Like a well oiled machine, you rose from your slumber to grab one of Simon’s sweatshirts from off the chair in the corner of the room, slipped it on, and dragged your feet to your daughter’s room. Granted, you would be chipper if you had gotten some rest, but waiting for Simon’s departure made you on edge; you barely slept. Your footsteps were as soft as cotton on your hardwood floors, ones you’ve scrubbed clean from years of when it was just Simon. Men had such an affinity for not cleaning any floors, but at least he had taken over once your fingers were sore.

“Mellie baby,” You spoke gently as you opened her door with a flat palm, the moving stars on her ceiling came from a little projector on a table, something that Simon always turned on since he was convinced it helped her sleep better. You knew that the only thing that helped your daughter sleep was her father - so when you took her into your arms, she was screaming, fresh tears running down her face. Her little brown eyes were red, it wasn’t hard to tell that she didn’t want you. Her little arms pushed her away from you, screeching out, “Dada! Dada!” and looking towards the doorway, hoping her call would beckon her father to take her away from you.

“Oh baby, c’mon,” You moved towards her changing table, taking a wipe to gently wipe away her snot and tears; she only cried harder. “Let’s get you changed, sweetheart.”

With her struggling against you, it took you double the time to change her nappy and little onesie, her round face still stained with tears and her cries a little quieter. You felt bad for Winnie, but she was a heavy sleeper - something she must have gotten from her mother, because Simon could wake from a feather falling to the ground. You picked up your child again, her cries still piercing and her little hands gripped onto the sweatshirt that smelled so much like Simon. You empathized with her, you were a crying mess when Simon left the first time. What you couldn’t understand was just how Mellie knew that he wouldn’t be back for a while, but their bond was strong. Sensing something was going to happen, him going to leave - Mellie was clinging to him day and night until she fell asleep.

Bouncing the almost one year old on your hip, you yawned as you moved out of her nursery, quickly darting down the stairs to avoid waking Winnie as Mellie still shrieked out cries. You ducked into the kitchen, settling her in her high chair before moving to wash your hands. Mellie’s little hands hit the flat surface, shrill cries escaped her lips. She was almost never a shrieker, unlike her sister as a toddler, but you could never blame her. When the one person you want isn’t the one to come pick you up, cradle you, and love on you can be rough. That’s what happens most nights when you try to pick her up and hold her, all she wants is her dad - and Simon would swoop in, taking his daughter into his hold and pressing sweet kisses to her head.

In a fatigued haze, you settled a handful of little baby puff cereal on her tray and moved to make a bottle. The shrieking almost immediately stopped, her whimpers still loud as you watched her for a moment - she took one piece in her fingers before putting it in her mouth, just like Winnie when she was younger. You were quick to make a bottle, it would be normality until she finally liked to eat her soft foods again. Such a picky baby, just like her father.

“Mama.”

You jumped when a little hand settled on your leg, you looked down to see Winnie.

Her eyes were sleepy, one hand rubbed one eye as she whispered, “Will she stop crying?”

“She’s upset, Honeybee.” Your hand came to brush her curls with your fingers, your daughter rested her face into the side of your leg. “This is her first time having Dad go on a trip.”

“I didn’t want Daddy to go.” Her voice was muffled, you looked to the bottle on the counter you had just made. You shook it again, making sure it was mixed and then settled it on Mellie’s tray. She immediately grabbed it and put it in her mouth - you looked back to Winnie, kneeling in front of her so you could be eye level with her.

“My love, I know you didn’t want him to go. I never want him to go because it makes the little girl I love so much so sad.” You brushed the little curls that gathered around her face, her mousy eyes glassy with tears. “I want him to stay here forever so you’re never sad again.”

“Mellie only likes Daddy, is she gonna be upset forever?” Winnie scooted a little closer to you, her hands rested on your arms.

“I don’t know, baby. She likes us, just not as much. You love your daddy just as much as she does, right?”

“Mhmm.”

You kissed her nose, petting her head as you continued, “And he knows that. He keeps all our love in his heart. You know what that does?”

She sniffled. “What?”

“All the love you love him with means he’ll stay safe and come home. The more you love him, the faster he’ll be back home.” One of your fingers poked where her heart was on her chest, she giggled a little.

“So if I love him thiiiiis much,” She held out her arms. “he’ll come home right now?!”

“Good job, baby!” You smiled at her. “That means he’ll find the bad guys faster, so everyday, you’ve got to send him this much love,” You took your daughter’s hands in your own, stretching out her arms as far as they could go. “so he can share with Uncle John, Uncle Soap, and Uncle Gaz.”

“But, I thought he would come home faster if I love Daddy more?” Her little lip quivered.

You pet back her hair, running your hair through her curls. “He still has to be a superhero, baby. It takes a little time before he can find the bad guys and take them to the good guys.” You patted her cheek a little, she just stared up at you.

She looked back down at her feet, “Oh.”

“Uncle John and Uncle Soap and Uncle Gaz do the same, they’re superheroes too.”

“Okay…”

“C’mon, let’s get breakfast going. Auntie Kate is gonna be here soon.”

Your daughters were fed by 8, Winnie taking forever to decide what she wanted and Mellie only wanting to be held now that she realized Simon wasn’t home. It was hard to figure out what Cheerio pancakes were while holding a screaming Mellie on your hip, but you figured it out. She would not stop screeching, “Dada!” at the top of her lungs like she was calling out for him, for him to hear her call and come running.

But instead of him, a woman you’ve only met a handful of times now occupied your front room, placing bags upon boxes of wrapped presents. Winnie had her syrupy little hands on the big box covered in at least two rolls of pink wrapping paper, Mellie tugging on Winnie’s shirt to try and pull her big sister to her.

You shut the front door after the blonde woman, fussing, “Kate, you didn’t have to bring all this-“

“Well, I’ve got to one up all of those Brits, don’t I?” The Station Chief gave you a smile as she placed two more boxes on the floor.

“Kate, I mean it! You didn’t need to spend-“

“As soon as I heard that commander wouldn’t let your calls get through to either me or John, my wife was so furious that she bought anything she thought would make up for you not having your husband during your pregnancy.” She huffed then, crossing her arms before rolling one of her hands and mumbling, “And I may have picked some things too.”

“Thank you so so much. I didn’t realize that I was able to call you instead.” You murmured, moving to set some of the gifts on the front room couch. Winnie stared at you as you did, you knew she was going to ask permission to open the gifts but her little sister was ahead of her - with a smack of her baby hand, she gripped and pulled on the wrapping paper of the big box.

Winnie looked at her sister and gasped. “Mama, she’s opening it!”

“Go ahead and help her, Winnie.” You answered, hands moving to your hips as your five year old giggled in delight. It was being ripped quicker than before, Mellie had fell to her bottom as she squealed with laughter, watching her sister tear off the paper. Mellie clapped her little hands as Winnie ran around the box, tearing off huge chunks as you looked back to Laswell. “Thank you. Really.”

She shrugged. “I meant to bring them sooner, but I haven’t had the time.” She also watched as the two girls screeched in delight at the big photo underneath the wrapping paper of a huge teddy bear.

Winnie smacked the box, a huge smile on her face. “Auntie Kate is the best!”

You looked to the box, smirking. “She is, Duckling. What do you say?”

“Thank you!” The chestnut haired girl laughed as she bounded over to Laswell, wrapping her little arms around her legs.

The woman looked pleasantly surprised. “Didn’t expect Ghost’s daughter to be a hugger.”

“They’re everything he wasn’t able to be.” You murmured to yourself, watching Mellie turn herself around to look at her sister, but her gaze found you. She giggled again and began to crawl towards you - to which you scooped her up into your arms. “You happy to see Auntie Kate?”

“Dada!” Mellie cooed, patting your face.

“Mama, baby. I’m Mama.” You smiled at the girl, she only giggled back.

“Well, she’s a happy girl,” Laswell moved just a little bit, showing her hand to the baby - the little one then gazed at it. “Aren’t you, Mel-“

There was a heavy knock at the door, Laswell’s head whipped around towards it. Your eyes glanced towards it. It was the middle of the day, the mailman doesn’t knock on the account of Simon sternly alerting them about Mellie. There’s no one either you or Simon know that would appear unannounced, so this was a stranger. And knowing that the 141 was staying in England for a mission, that meant this could be dangerous. But Laswell’s important - a Station Chief. You had to protect your kids and keep her safe too, whether she liked it or not.

Damn Simon Riley for rubbing off his intense protectiveness on you.

You handed Kate Mellie. The baby cooed a little, curious of Kate and confused as to why Mom wasn’t holding her anymore. “I’ll go answer it.” There was a feeling that began to settle in your sternum like sludgy ink, waterfalling through your rib cage and coating your bones in its heavy feeling. “Take them upstairs, please.”

“Y/N, let me-“

You looked to Laswell, a stern stare in your eye. “Go.”

The woman nodded quickly, reaching her hand down to Winnie saying, “C’mon, honey, let’s go upstairs.”

Winnie instantly took Laswell’s hand, there really wasn’t much she would argue about with you - plus, she began to drag Laswell towards the stairs, Mellie giggled as she watched her sister. You carefully walked towards the front door, another knock sounded. Blood running hot as your hand turned the knob, and you opened the door.

It was like God had punched you right in the stomach.

The man stood tall in a black leather jacket, blue jeans, light blond hair combed back with a smile that was familiar to you. The Crow’s Feet of the man’s eyes, and the wrinkles on your forehead gave you a good guess as to that the man who stood in front of you wasn’t Simon’s brother. The man in front of you looked so much like your husband. There was just something about this man’s blue eyes, and how void of any emotion they were. This man was dangerous, that you were sure of.

“Uh, can I help you?” You spoke, your hand held the door handle with a concrete grip. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched the man’s eyebrow rise in surprise.

“‘ello,” His smile was fake, it wasn’t hard to tell. “I know it’s not polite to just knock on a lady’s door, but my name is Lloyd Riley, and the last address for my son was ‘ere.” He crossed his arms, trying to peer into your home from above you. You shut the door just a little bit on yourself, he glared down at you.

A red hot spike rammed into your chest, shattering you into several pieces. The first thing you could feel was anger, anger that this piece of fucking shit made Simon scared of love. Made him scared to be loved. The second thing you could feel was fear, almost as shocking as an ice cube sliding down your back. This was the man who sent his own child into the hospital seven times in four years. Simon was just a kid, he was Winnie’s age when that started. It made you violently ill.

“I’m lookin’ for Riley. Is he home?”

You could hear Laswell’s footsteps come down the stairs, you needed to stall. “So your son’s name is Riley Riley?”

The man’s dark eyebrows furrowed, a gaze of annoyance in his eye that was quickly covered over with a friendly glare. “His name is Simon.”

You glanced behind yourself, seeing Laswell walking towards you with a hand on the gun on her hip. You looked back to the man immediately. “My wife’s name is Simone Riley.” The lie was easy, protecting your children sleeping upstairs like a lioness. If you had to fight Simon’s father, so be it.

Laswell opened the door more, appearing at your side as she sweetly smiled, “How can we help you?”

The man looked a little shaken then angered, upset that he must have been wrong. “Ah. Sorry to disturb you then.” He turned then, taking the two steps off your porch as you began to close the door. He turned then, calling, “Do you know a Simon Riley?”

You stared at him. “No.” And slammed the door.

Laswell had you in her arms instantly, the breath in your chest escaped shakily, your hands shook. Tears pricked at your eyes, hot and irritating.

That was the man Simon told you stories of, not often yet still enough. It was still enough to make you scared, make you want to leave the house right that second. You pulled away from Laswell, placing your hands on her arms. “I-I don’t want Simon to know. He’ll freak out, he’ll get so worried and that will effect him out there-“

Laswell immediately nodded. “Okay, I won’t tell him.”

“Promise me you won’t tell him until he come back?” You kept your gaze with the woman, hoping she knew why. You couldn’t let the knowledge of his father cloud his judgement; that would get him killed. And you could never live with yourself.

“I promise.”

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71 for the kiss prompt list 👀

#4: In A Position To Talk

Ship: Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting (x f!MC (Julia Wright))

Summary: Poppy is always wary for each and either of them.

Prompt Number: 71. A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss. [>>>link to the list]

Word count: 740. Rating: G.

A/N: It's brainrot-powered. Characters are in their 20's.

Hufflepuff pride? Yes. Also, a honourable mention of a certain Aesop Sharp.

Tags: @thriftstorebabayaga @espressoristretto-patronum @caramel-hufflepuff

Everything Poppy knew about Quidditch she learnt on accident.

And facts, details, trivia, let alone girlfriends' experiences, all left her with a petty realisation she'd loved to keep her beloved women away from this pernicious game. Imelda's father lost his ability to walk to it. Julia could loose what remained of her health; granted, she stopped playing after the school was over, yet Imelda insisted on broom races held all across and around British Isles.

Her sound reasoning didn't find understanding from Poppy, however.

They both wanted what would be best for everyone but wasn't there less trauma-inducing sport to choose to upkeep staying fit?.. But if Julia seemed to like the activity, then, maybe, she knows better? She only looked sickly, yet her spirits were lively as ever; were, most days.

Questioning Imelda's choices at some point in life felt like a lecture.

Imelda wasn't a person to take it lightly but somehow, whenever a slightest concerned would jump from Poppy's lips in to the room's quiet ambiance, Imelda's reaction at it wouldn't ever turn volatile.

Instead, she'd sigh and in a carefully-picked-words manner explain worst things could happen to the best of the best regardless the skill. If Julia was present, the brief shadow of her silent comment was irrevocable to appear. Any subtle hint of Sharp's tragic recollection of events lead to his career severely dwindled and washed him ashore near Hogwarts's loch was enough for either to say It Is What It Is.

Poppy would always find a way to digress and say either should pay utmost attention. They weren't Aurors to face dangers obligingly. If they could help, they shouldn't provoke it? Needless, those perils.

Poppy had never anything to answer to the query of was she the one to talk after saving quite a few beast and from as young as she was only ten. Lost and surrendering to a defeat, Poppy would still catch on the lingering feeling of wary, "Julie, Melly. I worry sick about you."

They always helped to ease the tension but never enough to have her anxiety fully let go of. Was it the aftermath still present in the air, even after so much time have passed since the Spring of 1892.; or was it something else entirely, creeping into crevasses of her usual very much collected and some could say, insouciant demeanor, from the recent events of her professional life. Nobody really knew, but a few well-planted, wontly kisses would be of tremendous help.

Once, after Julia kissed them goodnight and went upstairs, Imelda suddenly followed Poppy on her seemed-resolved ask, "So do we. Each of us managed to secure a niche that is nothing but a guess how to navigate, didn't us. Don't worry, we've been unsinkable so far".

"I, I think you're right," Poppy answered. "But that doesn't answer my question. Ten years ago we could afford to be menaces on Hogwarts' behalf." Noticed Imelda preferred to change seats, she shifted a tad. "But not now. I understand we are all compensated well for what we do. But it is, I, I don't know, Imelda. Longer we live, less we can risk."

"Wise words, for the ripe old age of twenty five or six."

"Melly!"

Before Imelda uttered an apology in a low brogue, her hands held on Poppy's, firmly. "Not a single bad thing will happen to me or to Julia, I can promise you that. What will happen to Ravenclaw on her own fly, though. She'll tell you herself."

Dry and soft touch of her lips to wrist send shivers up Poppy's arm, stuck warmly between shoulder blades. She couldn't resist Imelda's embrace, either, quickly burying face in her flowery-scented jumper.

A lovely while later, Imelda pressed her chin upwards, so they could kiss. Imelda shyly ushered her agitation away, sighed, "Love you," that breezed through strands of her loose hair.

Cutthroat girl she was, sometimes she interpreted the woes of others a little wrongly. What was it made Imelda feel she needed to be coy?

Poppy wriggled in her arms, adjusting herself to then suffocated her in that kiss, no less; and note to herself: ten years may already had passed, ten more will, twenty, fifty, infinity, but Imelda will always squint at her as if ferocious and feverish kisses, intently impressive on the very memory, were a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw's prerogative.

It was not.

Has never been.

Will not ever become.

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↷ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - [Pokémon x Reader]

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↳ Characters I Write For;

     KANTO; Gary, Blue, Red, Ash, Misty, Brock, James, Jessie, Lance, Erika, Koga, & Sabrina

    JOHTO; Silver, Falkner, Clair, & Will

     HOENN; Brendan, May, Roxanne, Brawly, Flannery, Winona, Wallace, Steven Stone & Wally

     SINNOH; Lucas, Dawn, Barry, Gardenia, Fantina, Volkner, Cynthia, Mars, Jupiter & Saturn

     HISUI; Akari, Rei, Cyllene, Laventon, Kamado, Adaman, Arezu, Mai, Melli, Irida, Palina, Ingo, Volo & Cogita

     UNOVA; Hilbert, Hilda, Nate, Rosa, Cheren, Bianca, N, Hugh, Cilan, Chili, Cress, Lenora, Elesa, Skyla, Drayden, Iris, Marlon, Grimsley, Alder, Ingo & Emmet

     KALOS; Calem, Serena, Alain, Shauna, Tierno, Trevor, Viola, Grant, Korrina, Clemont, Valerie, Olympia, Siebold, Malva, Diantha, Sycamore & Alexa

     ALOLA; Elio, Selene, Hau, Lillie, Gladion, Kukui, Burnet, Lana, Kiawe, Mallow, Olivia, Kahili, Guzma, Nanu & Lusamine

     GALAR; Victor, Gloria, Hop, Bede, Leon, Sonia, Milo, Nessa, Kabu, Oleana, Marnie, Piers, Bea, Allister, Gordie, Melony, Raihan, Peony, Klara & Avery

     PALDEA; Florian, Juliana, Nemona, Arven, Atticus, Brassius, Eri, Giacomo, Grusha, Iono, Jacq, Katy, Larry, Mela, Ortega, Penny, Sada, Turo, Ryme & Tulip

↷ What I Write

     Forms Of Writing; Imagines, Textfic, Crack, One-Shots, Headcanons, & Songfics

     Relationships; Romantic ( s/o, crush, etc. ), Platonic ( friend, family member, rival, enemy, etc.)

     Genres / Types; Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Rivalry, Character x Reader x Character, Jealousy, Isekai, Forbidden Love, Crossover, Darkfic, Alternate Universes, Unrequited Love, & Hurt/Comfort

          ↳Note; Other types of genre may be unlisted.

↳ Work(s);

     KANTO; None Yet

     JOHTO; None Yet

     HOENN; None Yet

     SINNOH; None Yet

     HISUI; None Yet

     UNOVA; None Yet

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↷ ‘ ‘ Now get on out there, trainer! ’ ’

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Enjoy your stay. I like reblogging pkmn stuff of all kinds! That includes fanart and official stuff

I also post pkmn card posts for every pkmn character. If your favourite isn't up yet, they either don't have a card or theyre in the queue.

Official Pokemon Trainer Cards Easy List;

Gen 1

Red, Blue, Green, Leaf, Ash Ketchum, Mom, Professor Oak, Imposter Professor Oak, Daisy Oak, Bill, Celio, Mr. Fuji, Copycat, Giovanni, Jessie and James, Butch and Cassidy, Sird, Team Rocket Grunts, Brock, Misty, Lt. Surge, Erika, Koga, Sabrina, Blaine, Lorelei, Bruno, Agatha, Lance

Gen 2

Ethan, Kris, Lyra, Mom, Professor Elm, Silver, Eusine, Mary, Mr. Pokemon, Kurt, Buena, Archer, Ariana, Proton, Petrel, Falkner, Bugsy, Whitney, Morty, Chuck, Jasmine, Pryce, Clair, Janine, Will, Karen

Gen 3

Brendan, May, Mom, Professor Birch, Wally, Zinnia, Scott, Mr. Briney, Mr. Stone, Gabby and Ty, Lanette, Brigette, Professor Cozmo, Captain Stern, Aarune, Lisia, Archie, Matt, Shelly, Maxie, Tabitha, Courtney, Team Aqua Grunts, Team Magma Grunts, Roxanne, Brawly, Wattson, Flannery, Norman, Winona, Tate, Liza, Wallace, Juan, Sidney, Phoebe, Glacia, Drake, Steven Stone, Noland, Greta, Tucker, Lucy, Spenser, Brandon, Anabel

Gen 4

Lucas, Dawn, Johanna (Mom), Professor Rowan, Barry, Felicity, Looker, Roxy and Oli, Cheryl, Riley, Mira, Buck, Marley, Bebe, Roseanne, Cyrus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Team Galactic Grunts, Charon, Roark, Gardenia, Maylene, Crasher Wake, Fantina, Byron, Candice, Volkner, Aaron, Bertha, Flint, Lucian, Cynthia, Palmer, Thorton, Dahlia, Darach, Argenta

Gen 5

Hilbert, Hilda, Nate, Rosa, Mom (BW), Mom (B2W2), Professor Juniper, Cedric Juniper, Fennel, Cheren, Bianca, Hugh, N, Colress, Ghetsis, Zinzolin, Gorm, Bronius, Giallo, Ryoku, Rood, Anthea, Concordia, Shadow Triad, Team Plasma Grunts, Cilan, Chili, Cress, Lenora, Burgh, Elesa, Clay, Skyla, Brycen, Drayden, Iris, Roxie, Marlon, Shauntal, Marshal, Grimsley, Caitlin, Alder, Benga, Ingo, Emmet

Gen 6

Calem, Serena, Grace (Mom), Professor Augustine Sycamore, Shauna, Tierno, Trevor, Alexa, Cassius, Inver, Sina, Dexio, Gurkinn, Bonnie, Emma, AZ, Lysandre, Chalmers, Aliana, Bryony, Celosia, Marie, Xerosic, Team Flare Grunts, Viola, Grant, Korrina, Ramos, Clemont, Valerie, Olympia, Wulfric, Malva, Siebold, Wikstrom, Drasna, Diantha, Dana, Evelyn, Morgan, Nita, Kali, Katherine

Gen 7

Elio, Selene, Mom, Professor Kukui, Professor Burnet, Lillie, Hau, Samson Oak, Guzma, Plumeria, Gladion, Team Skull Grunts, Lusamine, Wicke, Faba, Aether Paradise Employees, Phyco, Dulse, Soliera, Zossie, Ilima, Lana, Kiawe, Mallow, Sophocles, Acerola, Mina, Hala, Olivia, Nanu, Hapu, Kahili, Molayne, Mohn, Ryuki

Gen 8

Victor, Gloria, Mum, Professor Magnolia, Sonia, Hop, Bede, Marnie, Sordward, Shielbert, Ball Guy, Team Yell Grunts, Rose, Oleana, Milo, Nessa, Kabu, Bea, Allister, Opal, Gordie, Melony, Piers, Raihan, Leon, Cara Liss, Jack, Dan, Mustard, Klara, Avery, Honey, Hyde, Peony, Peonia, Digging Duo, Koko

Hisui

Rei, Akari, Professor Laventon, Kamado, Cyllene, Zisu, Pesselle, Tao Hua, Sanqua, Colza, Beni, Ress, Rye, Cogita, Choy, Anthe, Charm, Clover, Coin, Vessa, Adaman, Mai, Arezu, Iscan, Melli, Sabi, Irida, Lian, Calaba, Palina, Gaeric, Pearl Clan Members, Diamond Clan Members, Ginter, Volo, Tuli, Mani

Gen 9

Florian, Juliana, Professor Sada, Professor Turo, Nemona, Arven, Penny, Clavell, Jacq, Dendra, Miriam, Raifort, Saguaro, Salvatore, Tyme, Katy, Brassius, Iono, Kofu, Larry, Ryme, Tulip, Grusha, Rika, Poppy, Hassel, Geeta, Giacomo, Mela, Atticus, Ortega, Eri, Carmen, Youssef, Team Star Grunts, Carmine, Kieran, Perrin, Kitakami Caretaker, Billy and O'Nare, Briar, Cyrano, Drayton, Lacey, Crispin, Amarys, Liko, Roy, Friede, Dot

Go

Professor Willow, Candela, Blanche, Spark

Other

Imakuni?, Holon, Trainer Classes (1, 2, 3, 4, 5), Pokemon Center Ladies, NPCs (1, 2, 3, 4)

[aninkwellofnectar]

fav character tag game 🌷🌙

Rules: Make a poll of your top five favorite characters of all time and see who is the favorite amongst your followers!

tagged by @briarroses 💖

honourable mentions include shadow the hedgehog from sonic the hedgehog, villanelle from killing eve, gus fring from breaking bad, norma bates from bates motel, mellie grant and olivia pope from scandal, serena joy waterford from the handmaid's tale and many more!

tagging: @laufire @jazmine-here @ladyniniane @sometimesraven @susandsnell

[warden-melli]

Diamond Clan Analysis Part 1: Adaman’s Big Lie

This post started as way for me to give more context to an observation/interpretation I made in a seperate post, but it’s evolved into a larger analysis of the Diamond clan as a unit. More specifically it focuses on the ways that it’s individual members communicate, and of the ways that impacts their relationships, the world around them, and the greater plot. Before I start though, everything I post lore wise is 100% based on canon sources, and can be supported with screenshots/canon resources if necessary. This is my personal interpretation of events, but any/all speculation is based on canon information. Your interpretation may vary.

Fairly early in the game Kamado, Irida, Adaman and the player character meet in Galaxy Hall to discuss the noble pokemon Kleavor, which has become frenzied. It’s a touchy subject as Adaman advocates for a direct approach to the threat, implying that Lord Kleavor should be taken down. This is despite knowing that the Pokemon is sacred to the Pearl Clan.

Irida is understandably resistant to such a plan, pushing back against the idea as the two argue. Notably Adaman offers an interesting fact. that if his Clan were to interfere directly it would risk war/conflict with the Pearl clan.

Irida makes the point that they don’t even know why Lord Kleavor has became frenzied in the first place, and Adaman agrees, stating that he too would like to know the answer, and claiming that Lord Kleavor’s frenzy is a first for as far as his clan knows.

The group discusses their options, and to be respectful to the Pearl Clan’s concerns Kamado offers a compromise.

Instead of directly confronting (or defeating) Lord Kleavor, you (the PC) are granted permission to investigate before deciding how to proceed. Adaman, despite advocating for a more direct approach only minutes earlier concedes, and the group all come to the decision that you are to simply observe Kleavor to try and gather more information before deciding how to handle the situation further.

After the meeting you report to Cyllene to be briefed before you’re to head to the Heartwood to begin your investigation. It’s during this meeting that Adaman and Mai approach you. After exchanging pleasantries he cuts to the point. Despite just coming to an agreement with both the Pearl Clan/The Galaxy team that you are only to study Kleavor, he directly asks you to go behind their backs and quell his frenzy instead.

This is a major ask/risk. If Adaman was discovered directly interfering by asking you to go behind their backs, it could risk war with the Pearl Clan, (and quite possibly also the Galaxy team, as this request directly undermines the plan that all groups agreed to) but at the same time if you were to be the one to succeed and quell the frenzy, he would have achieved his goal, and his involvement need never be disclosed.

(It’s important to note Mai’s presence in this meeting, as it is implied by dialogue/earlier events that she is the reason that Adaman asked you specifally to be be the one to quell the frenzy. After agreeing to help her earlier in the plot, Mai witnesses you defeat an Alpha Kricketune (proving to her that you are potentially strong/skilled enough to handle the task), and relaying this information to her leader. This informs Adaman that you are not only competent, but also trustworthy as you have helped out his Clan in the past. This is why he is not only aware of your skills, but is willing to take a chance by reaching out to you)

He then goes on to explain his situation in more detail, offering more context as to why you may want to help him, and of why he would risk a possible war with the Pearl Clan in order to find a way to cure a frenzied noble. He reveals that his clan has a similar situation, and that a pokemon that is very dear to him up in the mountains (Lord Electrode, The Pokemon Melli is sworn to protect) is also in a frenzy. He is willing to risk anything to find a way to help/protect Lord Electrode and Melli up in the mountains.

Adaman openly deceives the Pearl Clan, and the leader of the Galaxy Team in order to discover a way to quell a Nobel pokemon. He does this in order to help his friend (We know from dialogue in the Daybreak update that Adaman and Melli are childhood friends, and that Melli only became a warden in the first place in order to help Adaman) and the Nobel that he serves up in the mountains. While his deception/lie is never openly discovered by either Irida or Kamado, Adaman faces the consequences of this decision in other very impactful ways.

This leads me into Diamond Clan Analysis Part 2: (Coming soon)

[foxtaeil]

CHARACTER SHEET.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

full name.   melody margaret grant.

nicknames / aliases.   mellie, mel.

height.   5′7”.

age.   37 - 48 depending on the timeline.

zodiac.   capricorn.

spoken languages.   english.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

hair colour.   dark brown.

eye colour.   blue.

skin tone.   consistently pretty pale, even when she’s been in the sun.

body type.  mesomorph.

dominant hand.   right.

posture.   impeccable, after years of being in the public eye and constantly photographed.

scars.    none.

tattoos.   none.

birthmarks.   several all over her body, but none that are particularly standout.

most noticeable features.   cleft chin, big eyes, and in her first lady years she often opted for the southern, retro big hair look.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃.

place of birth.   asheville, north carolina.

siblings.  a half-sister named harmony whom she’s always resented after their father abandoned mellie’s mother to be with harmony’s. they are polar opposites in personality and can hardly stand to speak to one another.

parents.   robert and mary weston.

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 .

occupation.  president of the united states. formerly junior senator of virginia, first lady of the united states, first lady of california, and attorney.

current residence(s).   the white house.

close friends.   olivia pope, cyrus beene. on and off.

relationship status.   divorced from former president of the united states fitzgerald grant iii.

criminal record.  none, but not for lack of criminal offenses.

vices.   pride, wrath, greed.

𝐒𝐄𝐗 & 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 .

sexual orientation.   straight.

preferred sexual role.   despite having quite a dominant personality, she tends to lean more submissive in most scenarios but isn’t afraid to switch it up depending on the mood.

libido.   normal to high.

turn-ons.   power. ambition. charm. a man who’s good at what he does. a good heart. a man who isn’t intimidated by her position of power.

turn-offs.   weakness. an entitled attitude. disrespect. zero ambitions. insecurity.

love language.   physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation.

relationship tendencies.  her history with relationships is messy given that she was married and unhappy for so long, and the prospect of a relationship has become complicated for her now that she is both single and president. there are impossible standards she is expected to live up to, and as such the people she falls for tend to be accidental — typically men she works closely with.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒.

hobbies to pass time.   she doesn’t get to have hobbies ever (nor does she need them to pass time), but she does enjoy morning yoga when she gets the chance.

mental illnesses.   she will literally never go see a therapist so good luck diagnosing one!!!

self-confidence level. unfortunately for everyone else, it is typically through the roof. sorry.

tagged by: @flmed

tagging: steal if u want! also @careol @downs1de @lawhurt @raisedcold @b1uedcollar @petrosy4n @claochlu @wiiaca

[saraishortcake]

Mellie Grant is the best character from Scandal and every one can fight me on that opinion.

[nixa-spark]

Refs for two of the character's from my spidersona's world-- made the refs back before ArtFight/add them to my profile

Henry Osborn is the son of Harry Osborn, grandson of Norman Osborn. When Henry was young, Norman managed to wrangle custody of his grandson away from Harry, and spent years trying to shape Henry into a new Green Goblin. This included being gifted the Orange Shard on his 18th birthday, and he was granted fire-type powers. However, Henry managed to avoid becoming a Goblin through sheer obliviousness (and his preference for 'epic stunts', which were showcased on his various social media accounts), and after escaping Norman and reuniting with his father, Henry's been doing much better for himself and is working on improving himself.

Oliver Octavius is, unbeknownst to him, not actually an Octavius, despite being told he was the son of Otto from birth by his mother. He grew up with a resentment for Spider-Man, and carried the goal of proving how his 'father' had been wronged with him into adulthood. He befriended Melly and Hannah early in their college years, and was eventually presented the Green Shard by Melly. Realizing she was a Spider, however, he ended up turning on her, declaring that they were now sworn enemies. Though Melly as come to terms with this betrayal, Oliver has refused to let go of their perceived rivalry. From the Green Shard, he gained the ability to infuse its energy into metal and shape it to his will. Though a skilled engineer, he's taken to forming his ock-arms directly from this malleable material, allowing him to focus his inventiveness on things other than having to repair them after every fight.

Both of these guys exist in the same world as my main spidersona ask blog, @ask-crimson-weaver

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

LIKED : character specific starter call / @foxtaeil

featuring: negan smith and mellie grant

               ❝   well   ho-ly   shit!      bestill   my   beating   heart,   it   is   the   goddamn   president!   ❞      well…      used   to   be   president.      don’t   know   if   one   could   really   consider   her   to   be   that   anymore.      there   were   no   more   politics,   no   governments,   it   was   all   just   pure   chaos   now.      survival   of   the   fittest,   that’s   about   it.      as   far   as   negan   was   concerned,   the   saviors   were   the   most   motherfucking   fit   of   them   all!      now   just   imagine   it,   having   the   former   president   as   a   savior!      not   to   be   crass   but   that   image   was   hot   as   shit!      he’d   always   thought   she   was   smoking,   even   before   all   of   this.      maybe   now   he   had   a   chance.      the   idea   of   being   able   to   say   he’d   banged   a   president?      well   now   that   was   a   high   honor!

               he’s   getting   ahead   of   himself   though,   letting   his   imagination   run   wild.      ❝   now   i’ve   gotta   say   ma’am,   the   fact   that   you   are   alone   has   got   me   kinda   pissed!      i   mean,   what   kind   of   secret   service   did   we   have?      clearly   a   fucking   bad   one!   ❞

[flmed]

an accidental clink to the metal barrier 'tween security &. turmoil beneath their feet as their glances oversees the bustling crowd in the distance, the man's nonchalantly shrugging as he takes a sip upon the beverage–––the discrepancy is vivid, &. it expected from any people he has worked with; she has a place where she could say as her safe heaven, &. invites him to experience it. however it feels as the same as others: loneliest place in extravagance,

❝  i honestly expected that you would have a stuffed eagle in the front, to scare strangers like me, especially europeans, ❞  he chuckles, his other hand poised the cigarette 'tween his lips; smoke dispersing, unconsciously offers it to @foxtaeil before realising that perhaps she shouldn't have one . . . for her safety, or health; whatever the option may be, he has never seen her indulges herself in temporary satisfaction,

❝  there's a lack of an american character in your house that i would have expected from any americ.an presidency candidates .. it screams solitude, like the one i have in berlin, or any other places i have, ❞  the man's eventually glances to the side, basking to her  inquisitiveness upon a glimpse of his personal life that he refuses to share for quite some time now; she persists sometimes, &. it amuses him,

❝  it doesn't apply to my new york apartment however .. it's too lively in the whole building . . . that's why i would have expected your place would feel that way .. but no .. i guess that's because you have your own place &. i share with other tenants since i don't plan to stay much long in this country. ❞ 

mellie grant said, ❝  was this not what you expected?  ❞ from CONVERSATIONAL  SENTENCE  STARTERS   ; accepting

[storyofwhoiam]

Statistical "Which Character" Personality Quiz Cressida Cowper:

Tahani Al-Jamil (The Good Place): rich (not poor)

Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada): city-slicker (not country-bumpkin)

Mellie Grant (Scandal): driven (not unambitious)

Satine (Moulin Rouge!): beautiful (not ugly)

Rose Weissman (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel): tense (not relaxed)

Lady Mary Crawley (Downton Abbey): proud (not apologetic)

Bree Van de Kamp (Desperate Housewives): neat (not messy)

Emily Gilmore (Gilmore Girls): preppy (not punk rock)

Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer): sassy (not chill)

[queersrus]

Breath Of The Wild Theme

names for characters from the legend of zelda; breath of the wild!

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bad, badd, baddek, bam, bamb, bambo, bamboo, ban, banji, bau, baum, bauma, baumar, bay, bayg, bayge, bee, beed, beedle, bol, bols, bolson, bri, brig, brigo, bai, baij, ben, benn, benny, bo, bosh, bot, botr, bore, botri, botric, botrick, bran, branli, blad, bladon boh, bohr, bohri, bohrin, bold, boldon, bree, breen, bar, barg, bargo, bargoh, blu, blud, bludo, blynne, barta, benja, babi bertri, bozai, bulia, buliara, bedoli, bazz, brokka, bugut,

cam, camb, cambo, chab, chabi, cho, chor, chork, chu, chum, chumi, chumin, chi, chiga, cal, cala, calam, calami, calamity, can, cann, canni, chuk, chuki, chio, calisa, caly, calyban, cara, canolo, cree, cecili, cleff, celessa, calip, clavia, chessica, cloyne, cima, cotera, cado, claree, cottla,

dab, dabi, da, dah, dmi, dmit, dmitr, dmitre, dmitri, dai, daim, drak, dug, dugby, damia, daz, dillie, dalia, danda, deltan, dina, dorrah, danton, dento, dunma, dorephan, dantz, darton, domidak, dorian,

en, end, enda, endai, ep, epo, epon, epona, et, ets, etsu, el, eld, eldi, eldin, essa, estan, emry, eryck,

far, faro, faroh, farosh, fy, fys, fyso, fyson, fi, fin, finn, fu, fugo, faron, fegran, frelly, frita, furosa, flaxel, falmark, finley, fronk, flavi,

gof, gofla, goflam, grey, greyson, gray, grayson glee, gleem, gleema, gran, grant, grante, glen, glend, glendo, gan, gano, ganon, got, gott, gottr, gottre, gotter, gom, goma, gomar, gai, gail, gaile, gale, gon, gong, gongur, gonguro, gonguron, gor, gora, gorae, grap, grapp, goro, goron, gar, gars, garsh, garshon, gartan, greta, guy, galli, geggle, genli, gesane, gruve, gaddison, garill, garini, giro,

hy, hyr, hyre, hyru, hyrule, hyl, hyle, hyli, hylia, hylian, hee, heehl, hes, hest, hestu, hud, huds, hudso, hudson, hesh, hesho, hag, hagi, hagie, hun, hunn, hunni, hunnie, hoz, hai, hait, haite, hal, halan, harlow, harry, harth, huck, hino,

ita, isha, izra, ivee, impa,

jan, jana, janna, jer, jeri, jerr, jerri, jerrin, ja, jen, jengo, jini, jora, jules, juan, juanne, juanne, juannelle, jogo, juney, jiahto, joute,

kab, kabe, kabet, kabett, kabette, kabetta, kan, kann, kanny, kap, kaps, kapso, kapson, kar, karso, karson, kas, kass, ken, keny, kenyo, ki, kil, kilt, kilto, kilton, ka, kah, kai, kaif, kaifa, ke, ke'nai, kash, kasho, kat, kato, katos, katosa, khi, khin, khini, kin, king, ko, kor, kori, korima, keh, korb, korba, korbah, kal, kala, kaso, kaa, kaam, kata, katah, katt, katta, kon, konba, kair, kairo, karsh, kay, kayr, kayre, kayra, kim, kima, kish, krane, ketoh, korok, kula, konora, kyra, kalani, kohm, kotta, kachoo, kaysa, kheel, kotts, kaneli, kayden, keye, kodah, karin, koyin, kiana, kinov, kampo, koko,

li, lin, link, lee, leek, leeka, leekah, lar, laro, larob, laroba, lon, lonn, lonni, lonnie, lat, lata, latan, loone, lukan, laine, lashley leena, liana, lorn lyn, lynd, lyndae, lester, laissa, ledo, laflat, laruta, lawdon, letty, leop, lasli,

me, mee, meesh, meeshy, meg, megh, meghen, meghan, meghyn, mei, mil, mils, mi, min, mina, miph, mipha, mis, misk, misko, mae, mael, mog, mogg, moggs, mo, mon, mona, monar, monari, mony, monya, my, myt, myti, mij, mija, mijah, may, mayr, mayro, mir, mirr, mirro, molo, maca, mala, malanya, makure malena, marta, merina, muava, maike, maypin, moza, mary, monkton, modar, molli, mazli, misa, marot, muzu, mimos, manny medda, mubs, mimo, magda, mellie,

nat, nay, nayd, naydr, nadre, naydre, nadra, naydra, naz, nazbi, nad, nadd, naddo, naddon, neil, ni, nim, nima, nobo, nam, namu, namut, nami, namik, namika, noy, noya, neha, natie, nali, nellie, nobiro, nott, notts, nekk, nack, narah, nebb, nikki, numar, nanna,

om, oma, oman, owa, oz, ozz, ooh, offra, offrak, ozu, ozun, ozund, ozunda, oak, oaky, oaki, onya, olu, oliff, olkin, ollie,

pel, peli, pelis, peliso, pelison, pi, pika, pikan, pikang, pikango, pit, pita, pitar, plat, plate, platea, plateau, par, parc, parce, parcy, percy, py, pyle, peeks, pepp, padok, perosa, phanna, pokki, padda, pasha, pearle, ploka, pritana, pyra, palme, piaffe, pirou, pondo, ponthos, pedra, prima, pruce, purah, prissen, paya,

qua, quince,

reg, rega, regan, rev, reva, reval, revali, rho, rhon, rhond, rhonds, rhondso, rhondson, ri, rik, ron, ronn, rex, ru, rul, ruli, rob, robb, robbi, robbie, rudi, rhoa, rhoam, roh, roht, rohta, ruv, ruvo, rot, rota, rok, roke, rokee, ray, raym, russ, ram, rame, ramel, ramell, ramella, ro, rog, roga, rogar, rogaro, roha, rohan, roscoe, riju, reez, reeza, rima, risa, roma, romah, rotana, ripp, ropsten, raegah, rivan, ralera, reede, rhodes, rozel, rensa, rola,

sav, save, savel, savell, savelle, sher, sherf, sherfi, sherif, sherfin, sho, sor, sorel, sorrel, soreli, sorelia, spoon, spoone, si, sido, sidon, shaka, shakah, stam, stamm, sea, saas, shi, shir, shira, sham, shama, shamae, shor, shore, shora, shae, spri, sprinn, straia, suzum suzuna, shabonne, strade, sud, sudrey, saula, smaude, spera sumati, shaillu, sesami, selmie, saki, seggin, satty, spinch, sayge, sefaro, seldon, sophie, senna, symin, sebasto, sagessa, shay, shibo, steen,

tor, torr, tore, toren, tot, tots, totsu, totsun, totsune, totsuna, ty, tye, ten, tenn, tenne, tu, tut, tuts, tutsu, tutsuwa, tar, tarr, tarry, tarre, tarrey, tom, toma, tof, toff, toffa, tro, trot, trott, toh, tan, tank, tanko, tray, tash, tasho, tali, tera, tauma, teake, traysi, teba, tulin, tona, tottika, tula, torfeau, trello, tumbo, teli, tamana, teebo, thad, tokk, tasseren, trissa,

urb, urbo, urbos, urbosa, uma,

vol, volc, volco, volcon, villa, varke, verla,

walton, wabbin, worten,

yam, yamm, yammo, yo, yow, yowa, yowak, yowaka, yahsa, yu, yun, yuno, yunobo, yaido, yolero,

ze, zel, zeld, zelda, zy, zyl, zyle, zu, zum, zumo, zuna, zal, zalt, zalta, zo, zor, zoro, zoron, zorona, zooki, zumi, zuta.

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