#grace pokemon

[mamasplat]

Serena is the canon protagonist as explained in pokemas, the protagonist’s bedroom is on the top floor. Top floor bedrooms are often master bedrooms, which checks out her bedroom is huge

Meanwhile grace’s bedroom is on the first floor across from the living room, normally a secondary bedroom position.

Anyone who has ever fought over a new room in a newly moved into environment knows the general rule in your youth, the parent(s) will get the master bedroom.

So why does Grace give her daughter the master bedroom? especially if we take the difficulties in their relationships in the manga and anime as canon (which I do, if the same thing happens to two iterations of Serena odds are it’ll happen to a third iteration as well.)

So glad you didn’t ask. While rhyhorns aren’t real, we can take information from a closely linked parallel in the real world.

Horseback riding.

Horseback riding can cause knee pain, over a prolonged career in riding it can become a constant ache. Bones tend to wear and cause discomfort with age anyways. Now we don’t know grace’s age, but we know she appears rather young next to say- the veteran trainer said to be Calem’s mother by Shauna. And we know for a FACT Serena is at least 17 via her being confirmed older than Emma and more likely 18 by the societal trust given to her by characters like Sycamore Diantha and even Looker if we believe she’s also the protagonist in post game.

SO- if Grace has her daughter somewhere in her 20s at least, and Serena is 17/18 now, Grace should be in her 30s if not older. This is average for someone in a career like say, rhyhorn racing, to start having some degrading pain in their joints from extensive use and strain.

WHICH might make it harder on someone to consistently use things like STAIRS.

THEREFORE GRACE GAVE HER DAUGHTER THE MASTER BEDROOM SO SHE COULD REST HER KNEES, AND THEREFORE SERENA’S BEDROOM IS NOT AN ACT OF PROTAGONIST SYNDROME.

CASE CLOSED.

[secretly-a-catamount]

  Five children had left Vaniville Town on a journey, but only Serena and Calem had come back on their own two feet. Someone — Professor Sycamore? Diantha?  — had sent the others home in wooden boxes with brass rivets and silk linings. As if finery could hide the shriveled, husk-like reality of their friends’ bodies.

  Heroes, martyrs, corpses, children, the whispers reached their ears the moment Serena and Calem stepped off the train. A male and a female Meowstic followed behind them, paw-in-paw as their trainers were hand-in-hand.

  The crowd suffocatingly pressed against them, the mourners closest to them grabbed at every inch of their bodies and clothes and hair, as if they thought Serena and Calem were living Saints, as if they thought they could spill the blood of the Champion and his rival and bring their children back. That wouldn’t work, Serena already knew, bloody crescents cut into her palms, but that wouldn’t stop them from trying, and she had half a mind to let them—

  Next to her Calem stiffend, his grasp on her hand tightening almost desperately. He was fighting to keep his breathing even, his dark gray eyes tearless. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. Calem hated nearly all physical contact, particularly when he didn’t initiate it, and this was overwhelming him, the hungry, animalistic grief these people had.

  Serena was just thinking through the consequences of fistfighting her fellow townsfolk or having her Meowstic psychically freeze them in place, when her mother burst through the crowd, pulled the two trainers into a quick, one-armed hug, and started snapping at the crowd.

  “Hey! Back off! Give them some breathing room!” It wasn’t often that Serena got to see the tough side of Rhyhorn-racing from her mom — what happens on the track, stays on the track, and all that — but whenever she did it was always in her defense.

  The crowd miraculously did what her mother told them to do, and backed off, turning back into people as they retreated. No longer were they carnivorous beasts hungering to strip the flesh from her bones, the bones from her soul from a grief that swallowed them whole. Maybe they never had been, she realized, seeing the posters and pens and shirts with her and Calem (along with their respective teams) plastered on them in bright, eye-searing colors. Maybe they were fans. Maybe she was simply losing her mind again. Maybe the light was once again starting to shine through the cracks in her brain. Maybe she was simply feeling guilty, she always did (she had every right to). Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe—

  Sensing his panic, Calem’s Meowstic detached itself from its mate and wrapped itself around its trainer’s leg, purring and using its powers just enough to slow his frantic heart beats.

  Calem’s death grip loosened, although he didn’t let go of her hand. He never did anymore. If they couldn’t do something together, they didn’t do it.

  “Now, honey, I can’t wait to hear all about your adventure, and whatever else you might want to tell me”—if Serena wasn’t watching her mother so intently she might have missed Grace’s eyes darting to her and Calem’s entwined hands before flicking back up to her daughter’s face—“but why don’t we discuss everything while we’re moving? It’ll be quicker that way.”

[skysabri9]

Commission for MechaTogekiss on Twitter/X! ✨ Headcanon where Clemont and Bonnie's dad marries Serena's mom, Grace. The character in the back is his OC, Verna (Meyer's former wife).

[lorekeeper-backset]

Grace is an underappreciated Pokemom.

[pkmn-redirect]

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[cosmic-seer]

Taking this concept and put a spin on it.

[marcr125x]

Time to give characters of my recent hyperfixation teams of Pokémon. This time, it's all currently playable (minus Miyabi) agents of Hoyoverse's Zenless Zone Zero. Hope you guys like the teams I gave them. I plan to make a Part 2 when more characters release like Lighter and Harumasa.

P.S.: I'm considering making posts on Bluesky as well as on here so if I decide to make a Bluesky account, I'll link to it in a future post.

[miru667]

Yet another Audrey Grace art dump!! How do I draw thee? Let me count the ways <33

The colour palette in the 2nd image is from Hilda! I really loved that show, everyone should watch it 🥺

[secretly-a-catamount]

I have a question, if you don’t mind. What’s your headcanon for how old Calem and Serena are?

I stick with canon for this one!

Serena and Calem are seventeen at the beginning of their journey and eighteen at the end of it.

My reasoning for this is that Emma, who the player runs into at the end of the game, is sixteen, and says that the player (Serena or Calem) is older than her, but other characters throughout the game(s) say how young the player is, so I think they’re right on the edge of adulthood.

[transboytism]

more where that came from

[secretly-a-catamount]

The Ao3 Version of This Series: Here Part One: Here

Her mother seemed almost anxious to fill up the silence, chattering on about everything and nothing as they traveled through Vaniville Town.

Vaniville Town. Arcues, Serena thought it would have changed in the time they’d been gone, but it hadn’t. Granted, she hadn’t lived in the town very long before settling off with Fennekin, but still she’d thought the town would change — had it been a year and six months or a year and seven? She couldn’t remember anymore, having lost track somewhere around the third Gym and second Showcase. She’d ask Calem. He’d know, he always knew. Sometimes she even thought he’d been counting the days since they’d met — but it hadn’t. It remained the same. Nearly. Serena wouldn’t let herself forget the darkened houses down the street, wouldn’t let herself forget the gravestones with freshly planted flowers.

She couldn’t have forgotten what happened to her friends even if she had wanted to. She didn’t sleep anymore. Not really. Neither of them did.

“And here’s the house, obviously.” Grace seemed almost nervous to be around her, her eyes never settling on any particular part of Serena, as if the famous Rayhorn-racer couldn’t decide what horrified her most about her daughter’s appearance, her scars or the vacant, hollow look in the pale gray eyes they shared (there was a reason Serena didn’t look in mirrors anymore).

The house looked the same, much as the town did. Two stories, two front windows, one door. The carefully tended garden had changed, however, the perfectly sculpted bushes switched out for five-pedaled, yellow flowers.

“Ryhorn’s at the Pokémon center, some new trainer thought it was a wild Pokémon and attacked it while it was grazing out in the pasture.” Grace said as she followed Serena‘s gaze to the empty picnic blanket in the corner of the front yard. “Fletching is around here somewhere — Fletchling, our baby came home! Where are you?”

Fletchling chirped a sweet melody as it hopped into view, fluttering down from a branch in the largest tree in the garden to settle on Grace’s shoulder.

“There you are.” Grace sing-songed in the baby-talk voice she only used for her Pokémon and very small children. “There you are.”

The porch lights caught the strands of gray in Grace’s short hair as she bent her head over the lock. Lock? Gray hairs? Serena knew those were her fault. She might have frowned before, might have felt something that wasn’t faint and removed, but she didn’t frown, didn’t feel.

Grace and Fletchling disappeared into the house, Grace calling back over her shoulder that she’d already cooked dinner and purchased Pokéfood from the local Poké Mart.

Serena took a deep breath, squeezed Calem’s hand, and stepped into her mother’s house.