#my instinct is to read each flower like they're all the same one but logically that cant be because there are whole groups of them sometimes

[mothric]

so is the talking flower in Mario Wonder just one flower that teleports and/or duplicates itself at will or is it one big underground root system with one mind and consciousness but a bunch of fruiting bodies like mushrooms or are they all individual flowers that all act and sound the same because theyre genetic clones I have questions nintendo and I need answers

[franstastic-ideas]

Later down the line, but at some point right? "ChampionLegacyShipping" I briefly considered DandelionShipping but it was already on the A to Z Pokemon Shipping Database. Because well, LeafGreen and Leon's name comes from Dandelion. Hence why his japanese name is Dande. I tried using something with folklore/fairytales, lion and plant connections, found nothing XD Oh, but they both come from quiet, peaceful towns. But SleepyTownShipping lacks spice. HumbleBeginningsShipping??? Lmao I'm starting to feel stupid. GreenLionShipping? Tell me about Sisterhood 👀

I may be biased due to my deep love of flowers, but Dandelionshipping is my favorite from these suggestions.

In the language of flowers, dandelions represent resilience, growth, and making wishes come true, something I feel is in line with the themes of the series as a whole.

But the name has apparently already been taken, so back to the thinking board, I suppose.

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Sisterhood is an alternate universe starring the female protagonists with a different timeline compared to canon. Several characters' ages have been altered, and each protagonist begins her journey at eighteen or older.

This universe also blends aspects from all versions of the core series, so the events of XY and RSE/ORAS in Sisterhood are as though Pokémon Z and Delta Emerald existed.

Or that's the objective. The same can also be said for the events of USUM, they're implemented as something akin to a DLC that takes place in SM's post postgame.

So I'd say the universe is mostly canon compliant when it comes to the plots of the games, but there's a great deal of character expansion that happens here, and sometimes that means tweaking a few things for the sake of the story I'm trying to tell.

For example, Volo didn't purposefully seek out Giratina in Sisterhood. He found Giratina weak and injured in Turnback Cave, and although logic, common sense, and basic self-preservation instincts told him otherwise, he decided to help.

It wouldn't be an alternate universe if there weren't alterations in the universe, after all.

But one of the things I take most pride in about Sisterhood is that each protagonist has her own personality.

There's the silent but vibrant Leaf, the unceasingly compassionate and gentle Kotone, the hot-blooded and brawny Touko, the mysterious and cold Akari...

So you may understand now why a character page is on my list of things to write. Each girl even has her own title!

One last detail is that, although every story in Sisterhood is written with the intention of being possible to be read as a standalone, all of them are actually connected, much like the games themselves. There are several references to one another in the text, but it's not at all necessary to read everything.

[just-like-playing-tag]

A Letter from Norman reactions

Tonight I was feeling like reorganizing the notes I took after reading the novel for the first time. Just some random personal reactions I had after reading it; if anything catches your attention and you'd like to know more about a particular event from the novel, please feel free to ask and I'll be happy to help!!!

Under the cut because it's l o n g. That is, if Tumblr allows me to add a "read more", which has never happened before, but I'll keep hoping in it.

• Disclaimer: I'm suing anyone who ever said that the novel is all about NorEmma. I've literally put off reading it because I didn't want to get into something overly romantic while there's??? Nearly nothing about it that is romantic??????? Just a slight mention in that last chapter and that's it???????? Why are y'all like this

Prologue

• I need you all to know that the important letter™ through which Norman informed Emma about his plan starts with him describing the weather. I just think it's a relevant information.

• Ok I'm at freaking page 1 of “A letter from Norman” and. NORMAN IT'S A FREAKING LETTER TO EMMA NOT A SHAKESPEAREAN PLAY THERE'S LITERALLY NO REASON TO BE THIS POETIC

Maybe, I would get it if it was directed to Ray, but to Emma?????

Chapter 1

• Emma in 2038: Let's befriend ghosts

Emma in 2047: let's befriend demons

Seems like a logic consecution to me

• Ok but why has nobody ever mentioned the extremely precious Emma / Gilda moments in the novel???? My heart was completely melting that was the most adorable thing I've ever read??????

• The way Norman is constantly in awe of Ray is so adorable... Baby is so sweet I swear, he deserves the world

Chapter 2

• OK BUT THE SWEET EXCHANGE between Ray and Isabella before him and Emma go out at night?????? Ray is so pure is swear... He's a precious baby who didn't deserve all the shit he went through.

Reporting it in case anyone's curious; for context, Norman is sick, and Emma wants to go out look for a flower that she's read is going to help him feel better. Emma and Ray are convinced that Norman is going to die because babies are just that dramatic, and easily impressionable as well. They're seven here.

“ «Ray, I'm counting on you!»

Isabella pressed an hand on the boy's shoulder, who turned his face to her and diligently nodded, before continuing: «Differently from Emma, I don't think the flower is going to help Norman heal».

«What do you mean?»

«However, it's better than having to sit back and watch without doing anything. I too, like her, want him to heal as soon as possible.»

«Sure, I understand...» ”

NOW that hits so hard. You have to understand, this is after Ray had made the deal with Isabella. He had already started to plan the escape. In this occasion, he was on a very thin line: alone at night with Emma, outside the House, a child who knew the truth. Isabella knew those were the right conditions for him to attempt an escape, so she decided to test his loyalty; one misstep, and their deal - which was fundamental for the escape Ray was planning - would have ended.

But at the same time, Ray needed to go. Because, just like Emma, he just couldn't stand to lose Norman. And to see these three children caring so deeply about each other even at such a young age makes me honestly bawl. This is quite certainly my favorite thing from this series. And Ray deserves the world.

• Ray was so determined to save his two friends, he even considered for a moment, in the woods, to tell Emma the truth about the orphanage. I find it very nice how the novel hinted of all these times Ray almost revealed the truth, it really puts emphasis on how he was trying to find the best moment for the escape- but it also hints to how desperate he was to share this grievous burden he was forced to carry for the longest time.

• ��� Ray, you must keep on living, Norman whispered to himself like a prayer. ”

I'm... I'M 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Doesn't help the fact that this bit was literally at the end of pages of Norman praising Ray and how brave he had been for so long.

• “ Nobody in the House would have wanted for Ray to pay with his life to amend the silence of all those years. ”

I love this bit. Nobody between the children ever hated Ray for speechlessly assisting to dozens of his siblings being lead to death, because they all immediately understood how much he was suffering, how powerless he must had felt, and also, even though it only led to him being even more hurt, how deeply he loved them all. It's really nice to realize that no children ever hated Ray- no one besides from himself. His siblings love him unconditionally, and that's precisely what he deserves 🤧🤧💕💕💕

• Norman: *adventures in a detailed description of Ray's features and gestures for no other apparent reason than the fact that he finds him pretty*

Chapter 3

• Ok I know people use to see Ray and Susan's interactions under the light of Ray having a crush on her but honestly? I think they make the cutest brotp. I never knew how much I needed Ray-having-an-older-sister content untill now.

• For real though!! What hits you really hard is to find out, even though he would had never ever showed it, how desperate he was to have somebody care about him, and to be loved. He literally grieves for losing someone that looks after him and is there to check on him in his lowest days- we know it's the thing Isabella never gave him. Man, this boy didn't deserve all the shit that happened to him. Tpn may have become an old known story for me, but Ray's sufferings in his early age will never stop tearing my heart apart.

• Ok, I wasn't ready for all this angst on Ray's part. I mean, I obviously know GF were hard times for him, but I didn't expect for him to take over the pov. Sis, how wrong I was. Now I'm crying.

• Coming to the realization that Ray's initial plan actually was to bring everyone in the escape, but he clearly had to give up on it after having realized it would have been impossible to save them 🥺🥺🥺

(I mean it was not impossible. He believed it was. But it wasn't.)

• Ok but. The last part of the Ner chapter. I really don't want to spoil it for anyone because it really was a beautiful chapter but I really need to say: Emma and Norman. The way it wasn't just Ray always being there for them, protecting them from afar; no matter their blissful ignorance, they have always been there for him too. They never abandoned that lonely boy, and they made it so that he could have a last reason not to give up. A single, dim light of hope in that pitch black, devastating world he was born in. I may or may not be crying my eyes out.

(Btw I had written this before the Ray special chapter came out, and it's kinda funny to look back at it now)

• The thing with the Ner chapter is: you enter in it after reading two chapters of normal, wholesome children's stories. There's a dark undertune in it, but it's very subtle and it doesn't interfere with the happy, cheerful atmosphere of these children facing adventures together with each other. But then the Ner chapter strikes, and the Ray pov arrives, and it's like being beaten with a bat in the stomach several times. Deep down, you had always known it; but you suddenly realize that all these children are going to die. And, even worse, there's one child who knows. There's one child who has to assist to everything powerlessly. There's one child, one freaking-nine-years-old who knows that all his siblings are going to die, and there's nothing he can do. That a single mistake could ruin the chances of making just two of his siblings survive, which is everything he's hanging to right now. One child who only needs to be loved. Well that... That hits hard.

Me expressing my thoughts: girl this form is shit you can't write something that is understandable to save your life can you

• Also can we please appreciate Norman taking so long to get out of the forest as it's a recurrent characterizzation of his character to be desperately willing to live just *French chef kiss*

• I really like how the novel underlined how Norman's choice of sacrificing himself corresponded to a betrayal toward his friends (when you think about it, Emma definitely felt betrayed). It's almost like in his last moments Norman chose to switch roles with Ray, taking on his shoulders the burden of being both the traitor and the sacrifice.

Chapter 4

• Norman: * “ He instinctively closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the sweet memory of that time he understood how deeply loved he was. ” *

Somewhere, Ray: Can't relate

• Emma: Norman, what you want to do when you grow up?

Norman: It's a secret.

Me:

• “ Ray woke up before everyone, as usual. ”

A remarkable detail. You'd think Ray, as a good depressed person as he is, would sleep more than the average. The truth is: he doesn't sleep at all.

• Norman: There's... Another person I like

Me:

• OK NOW WHY did none tell me about the nine (9) lines of Norman / Don interacting it was worth reading the novel solely for that.

• WHY DID NONE TELL ME ABOUT DON ALMOST STRANGLING NORMAN AND MAKING HIM LITERALLY PASS AWAY IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH READING THE NOVEL SOLELY FOR THAT

• Reading about Conny being there hurts a lot but reading about Sadie and Hao brings up a totally different kind of pain. Also who the hell is Cindy?

• Norman: Oh yes, Emma and Ray, my most dear friends, my closest siblings, the reason I wake up in the morning, my only reason to live, the ones I'd entrust my life with,

Also Norman: Dunnot in the last thirteen hours and six minutes they have been acting pretty sus, I'm kinda sure they're betraying me somehow ://

• “ «I agree, but it feels like you've fallen down a rabbit hole. You're restless, you constantly look off...» said the raven haired boy, distorting his mouth in an hardly intelligible grimace and giving his friend a meaningful look.

«Norman, about that mysterious girl...»

«No, you're mistaken! I...»

Norman, filled with frustration, raised up his voice, starting to lose the coolness that was usually characteristic of him.

«But I haven't said anything yet!»

That being said Ray, with slightly mocking doing, turned on his feet and went away, leaving Norman like that. ”

I LOVE THIS BIT SO INEXPLICABLY MUCH I'm always *so* in for Oreo finishing each other sentences / reading each other's thoughts. Here, Norman answered Ray's question before he could even expose it, because he already knew what it would have been. Equally, Ray knew what Norman was going to say even though he cut his answer halfway through.

I love how much on the same page they are, they really... Totally and fully understand each other even without words, and I find it so sweet. Seriously, their dynamic is so wholesome

• Norman's last birthday gift: the thing that matters the most to him: his family's happiness

Emma's reward: the thing that matters the most to her: her family's happiness

Some things hit harder than others.

• I don't know like. When you read the novel after the series has ended, everything hurts so much more, because you know these are all memories Emma has lost forever.

• So you made colorful clothing by "coloring old clothes"? Have fun realizing y'all have celebrated Norman's birthday wearing your dead siblings' clothes

Bonus this epic note I randomly took I completely forgot the context of:

• Isabella is a bitch. I don't give a fuck about your dramatic past woman, leave that boy alone

(When the protect Ray mood hits™)

[boombarada]

How do one survive a lock down?

We are getting paranoid by locked down in our houses. Going nuts. Going crazy by the thoughts of going crazy. Nothing to do. Just eat sleep and entertain ourselves. A number of us doing home workouts and yoga and art and what not.

Do you know, some people from the same community, which we currently reside, face the lock down, to the some extent, everyday; and most of their lives. And yet they don't go crazy. They're as human as us. They're as sane as us, or I would say more intelligent than ours, because over the period of time those humans have evolved. They have made ways to survive in such lock down environments. They have found their ways to stay happy and healthy!

I guess by now may have got the idea whom I'm talking about, if not le'm help you. I'm talking about women of our houses. Don't go haywire by thinking I'm a misogynist and planning to persuade that women's place is in house only. Hold your sudo feminist horses down, and try to read this article with logic.

Today after a long time I took the broom in my hand and started cleaning my bedroom. I am fairly habitual to keep my room organised, neat and tidy. But kachra pota, was a chor i used to outsource, like a generic middle class houshold. I can't remember the name of the person, but some one great expressed once that cleaning the place where u live is a meditative task, and it proved quite completely today. Although organising my room was always a helping hand in anxiety release ans feel relaxed, cleaning the house with the broom was a totally different meditation. You come across every single inch of the house. As if a king give a public appearance on the streets, and get to meet his subjects closely, each and every one of them. I started from my lalji's place, and ended at my car parking! I realised where does the most dust accumulates. I explored there is ant colony in my years. I got acquainted with what sort of flowers are there in my yard, where exactly is the plaster cooling off, which tile has gone loose, where does rain water accumulates and creates puddles, from where the exterior paint is peeling off, and not of all i realised how bigger my house is. Although we are middle class family living in a moderate 3 bhk house, we always hear our mom saying this house is big. Being a person who never used to actually understand why she was commenting like this. According to a person who's travelling in the house is mostly starts from bed and ends at kitchen never figured what is the size of the house. Being a designer we always wonder how beautiful we can make a house, How intricate details and decor we can provide, always disrespected the idea of minimalism, but today was the day I realised baapu. Why गांधी आश्रम was designed the way it is, because baapu used to clean the his kotdi by himself and he was aware of what he needs, how much he needs, where he needs, when he needs, and how he will maintain it. Being the prisoner of online shopping malls and capitalist shopaholic nature we have forgotten the word maintain.

And that my friend where the wisdom of our mom/women of the house comes into picture. That why even baapu understood the importance of women and respected them highly.

Today in man ki baat, modi thanked all the agencies and servicemen who are providing their precious help to the nation today in this tough times. Who are maling sure our lock down doesn't drive us insane and we all stay safe and stay at home. Which is admirable.

But at the same time do we actually thank the women of the house who makes sure that our handkerchief is washed, dried, folded and kept at a right place. Even if don't thank, or would just spare a day once a year, (women's day) that's alright. But as an intelligent human being we must learn how these humans have evolved in such an environment. There is this school of thought that a number of yoga and martial arts evolved from doing routine houshold chores. Yogis living by themselves in middle of nowhere realised the importance of organisation, cleanliness, tidiness, and neatness. Which are the mediums used by women of our homes to make hour house habitable and maintain the it's liveliness. No wonder our ancient texts speaks highly of women whenever the talk of day to day life occurs.

I urge all the interior designer and architects to do karcha pota once in a month at least to understand space, material and detailing. I urge all the fashion designers to wash their clothes once in a month by hand, (not washing machine) to understand the design. I urge a the chefs, or culinary enthusiasts to wash dishes once a month to completely understand food. A great designer and personality, Sir Mickey Desai once said "design starts from us" and I realised today that us starts from where we live. Thus if you don't understand, and digest where u live, I feel you've not excelled in the design world.

That's why women has this in built instincts of designing. They are good at it. They have mastered it over the period of time. Without trying to be the women of the house, one can not master the world of design.

Women of the houses, has survived everyday lock down, by loving their homes. By. Loving the people who lives in it. By activating the home feeling. They established organizations, systems which can help through the day to day lock down. The household chores are no degrading jobs, rather they're the most inteligent ways to maintain health physically and mentally while staying in lock down. If one really wants to respect women, try understanding them by doing what they do. Men of the house usually jokes around that women are un-understandable. Keep the jokes aside and appreciate the heros you've got inside your house. We are spending all our time posting thankyous and showing of gratitude on social media towards the police, doctors and local authorities. Try showing some gratitude towards the women who are making sure with the least ingredients how can they prepare meal which would be fulfilling as well as not that burden on the finance of the house. They're the first line of heroes we have got.

By learning from their skills of survival in lock down we are not only respecting them but clearly we are surviving.

Do houshold chores.

Help you mother and wife.

And this lock down will turn into learning for a lifetime instead of boring, social media addictive, foolish time pass.