#professor holly

[sneasedtomeetyou]

Do you guys mind if I complain a little bit? Get a little candid with you? We came all of this way because Professor Holly absolutely refuses to travel at her age. Sure! Fine, I get that. We come all this way here, drive all the way out here through the snow which let me tell you really increases the drive time when roads are icing over. Anyway. All of that and then we still have to wait overnight for the test results.

Wanting to see a rare specimen is one thing, you don't exactly see a shiny Hisuian Sneasel every day, but GODS I'm so tired. All this way when we could've sent some DNA samples through the mail or something. My eyes hurt. I want to cry. I'm cold and I'm bitter.

[kplays]

Round 1 the top 4 were Kukui, Sycamore, Birch, and either Elm or Sada. I'll hold an elimination round later if need be.

Round 2's top 4 were Clavell, Jacq, Hassel, and Raifort!

It's past time for round 3 of planty intellectuals

Bellis is named from the Genus containing the common daisy

Fennel is related to the carrot, and is said to have health benefits of improved heart health, reduce inflammation, and apparently suppress'es appetite.

Cedric is the professor Junipers father

Cynthia is a Rhododendron catawbiense hybrid that was developed by John Standish and Charles Noble of Sunningdale Nursery in Devon, England in the 1840's and 1850's. Look it up it's really pretty.

Cynthia herself is a researcher and archeologist

Lusamine is named from Balsamina plant, which has many uses in traditional medicine. Some include burns, snake bites, warts, constipation, and fractures, depending on which part of the plant is used. It is native to India and Myanmar, and invasive on several Pacific Ocean islands. More common names include touch-me-not and spotted snap weed.

Her whole family has plant names, and her which kid takes over the family science business depends on the game variant you play. (Original or Ultra) Gladion is named for Gladiolus, the Sword Lilly. In African medicine treatment it is used in treatments for diarrhea, constipation and colds.

Lillie is likewise named, and given her white colour scheme, may be named for white Lilly. Lilies are edible plants (unless you are a cat), and are traditionally used for coughs and sore throats, though are said to have many other uses medicinally.

Mohn is named for the German name for Poppy. It too has medicinal uses, most well known for Morphine.

Even Faba is named for an edible plant here, particularly after a type of bean.

Now for DLC stuff (or game I haven't played)

Cyanococcus is the scientific name of Blueberry. English threw some other influences in there and added the r. He and his fellow professor Briar (named for thorny shrub plants such as wild roses), are technically from Unova, for all they show up in the ScarVi DLC.

I was tempted to put Hop (climbing plant commonly used to grow beer) on the list, but like Lillie and Gladion, they do not start their studies in game. Closest would be Lillie who was actually a research assistant at game start.

Heath (shortened form of heather) could have worked for the poll too. Personally, I would have gone for Calluna as a name, that sounds nice to me.

One who has a name that could have hit plant, but went for a spelling and meaning for sinister was Sina, which could have been swapped to Senna, a herb whose leaves can be taken for constipation relief.

Plenty of research "rival" trainers who become assistants don't have a plant name, such as Bianca, who goes for a light name meaning, in contrast to Cheren's black.

Some people like Bill and have a plant name in Japan, that was changed to something else for English.

Bill was from masaki, or evergreen spindle, a small evergreen tree,

As it was changed in translation, I decided against including it as an option on the poll.

[achillean-archives]

Community Season 1, Episode 19: Beginner Pottery 

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

That moment when the animators flex that close-up animation to let us privately investigate a character's personality or either show a tintillating state of insanity of the beloved character's meanwhile blessing us with the specific knowledge of their irises' colour full HD maximum details

(plus allowing me to finally have the perfect pantone's shade to apply in fantasy scenarios before going to sleep )

(eyes...pretty eyes...)

If I was isekai-ed into Toontown, while possibly meeting the blorbos above, visualise me like Sid from Ice Age in the scene when he goes "you have beautiful eyes" one inch from Manny's face

[redularium]

Hollis Forsythe … Second Head .

im gonna be honest i dont know what to caption these anymore … erm

ANYWAYS LOOK AT THIS PROFESSOR FRINK AND SASHA NEIN BROTHERHOOD…!!! from a conversation in da psychonauts discord 😼😼 also lady luck is here too i guess. i miss you whiteboard fox (not really) (I MISS YOU WHITEBOARD WEDNESDAY!!!!)

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

au where lightning’s mom was a spy, but was killed by the lemons when her home was invaded when she least expected it. Before the invaders could flee however, grem heard a baby monty mcqueen waking up in his crib, starting to cry when he fully gained consciousness and saw grem’s face. With a little persuasion from him to acer, grem was able to kidnap take in the kid and raise him in the oil factories without miles axelrod (or anyone outside of the “lemons mafia” really) finding out about his existence. Monty was renamed Lightning so that it would be harder for people in the outside world to identify him, and rarely had anything like television or connections to social media. Most of the lemons were like uncles to Lightning, with Grem and Acer being the “fun” uncles and Professor Zundapp being the scary but actually really caring one.

Zundapp obviously hated the idea of having some “snotty nosed whiny brat” as he put it running amok around the factories, but he actually grew fond of the kid over time and showed him his lab and latest inventions despite Lightning not understanding any of it at a young age. Would also call him “mein sohn” once in a while if he especially feeling fond of Lightning. In fact he actually becomes the lemon who genuinely loves and cares about lightning the most, and when he goes out into the real world for the first time (spoiler alert) along with finn, mater and holly, zundapp assumes that they kidnapped him and nearly mauls and murders them on sight before lightning quickly defuses the situation.

also btw lightning has never seen the sun before 😭😭 like he wont be allowed outside the buildings and onto the platforms during the day so hes usually just seen everything from night time so when he actually does leave the factories and sees the world at day time for the first time he just looks right into the sun and immediately gets flashed by it followed by mater being like “well dont look straight at it!”

so uhh if u guys have any other thoughts on this au lemme knowww lol

@y7kierre @champmorado @orchestra-of-demonic-screeching @kaderp @x0stormie0x

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

I'd buy the rights to Hollywood U and re-release it 😭😭😭

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Onyx Storm Chapter 63 Analysis & Theories. (because I must know what it all means & what happened, so here’s my fresh out the final chapters thoughts… this is of course FULL of MAJOR book SPOILERS): Part 1

*Orange equals book highlights, Purple equals good/important quotes, Pink equals my notes.*

Bodhi’s in trouble. —Where did Bodhi go off to… if he’s missing could he be the one that goes with Xaden?— I grit my teeth. He doesn't get it. If we lose both him and Riorson, Tyrrendor falls to whomever the king appoints. I'd rather die than see a Navarrian aristocrat on the burned throne Mom and Katrina died defending. —Is it that Bodhi truly wants nothing to do with the throne… is that the confusion that leads to him going with Xaden?— The flame of perpetual rage that lives in my chest burns hotter. Fuck that horde. Fuck the venin who ride them. Fuck that unholy vortex of a tornado at the end of the northern field, —yes I kept a map of where everyone was— and fuck the orders to stay grounded in these winds. We're not losing Bodhi. —Rebecca this better be true— There are still too many wyvern despite the inhuman amount Sorrengail just dispatched, and where the fuck is Riorson? —Where did he and Sgaeyl go off to? Were they already kidnapped?— He'd better be helping in the northeastern tower, —that damned tower— because I haven't seen a trace of a shadow in the last twenty minutes. "Cruth reports we did not bring a sufficient supply," Glane warns, relaying Quinn's message from the armory in the turret below. Godsdamn it. "We brought two cases!" Enough to start a war within our own kingdom, considering Riorson has been withholding our forge's weapons from King Tauri. —Was there a side mission here for the daggers? Was that among the reasons Xaden would not trade them?— "Nuirlach says they've sent for more." She doesn't sound hopeful. "From four hours away? How—" —Oh shit. Felix knows about Garrick. Gods, he has to be nearing burnout at this point. —Garrick is the one jumping… and Garrick will be burnt out… and maybe have to draw from something else; my bet is him or Bodhi— "Then we hold out and pray Sorrengail can stop that fucking storm." —Which she cannot… especially because “the storm” becomes Xaden— Blue fire —that’s not the weird Liam signet right? That’s just Wyvern fire?— engulfs Cuir from snout to horns, and Bodhi ducks his head as the remnants of flame roll down Cuir's —remember how this book told us which dragon is which? I think this is why… it’s telling us who’s in trouble and who’s not— neck, extinguishing to smoke before they reach him. I inhale swiftly to dispel the sudden tightness in my chest. That was way too damned close.

"You are to defend the tower from the walls with the wingleader," —They don’t mean Xaden… damn— Glane relays with a disagreeing snarl, banking left for a parallel approach. "Great. Get me on the wall, now." The dark wielders are less than thirty feet from the door of the turret, and the two remaining guards in the cross-bolt launch platform above look ready to flee. Damn it. They were supposed to be safe. No one was supposed to know, but the purposeful strides of those dark wielders prove they know what's happening in that tower. —WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THAT TOWER?!— "Your death would annoy me." Glane slows just enough so I'll survive and extends her foreleg as she flies along the northern wall. "Same." I race down the scales of her unwounded leg. —the injury count got too high— Commotion erupts from the base of the tower, but I focus on the dark wielder and the staff he carries in his right hand. "There evacuating the weapons on foot," Glane says. Good. My lungs burn, but I breathe a little easier. Quinn will be safe. Another set of footsteps joins mine, and a flash of metal sparks in the corner of my eye. Aetos catches up on my right, half his face drenched in blood, —What’s up with Dain… where has he been?.. we need a Molly Weasley moment esp. with the upcoming ending— bearing his own dagger and a shield half his size. Shit. That's not good. I channel my rage, rejecting any notion of fear, and draw one of my alloy-hilted daggers from the sheath at my arm in preparation to strike. We're almost there—The dark wielder pivots, whipping to face us with an unnatural speed even I can't match, and swings his staff in our direction. Fire erupts, barreling toward us in a deadly stream, and I weigh our options for all of a millisecond as we skid to a halt. It hits? We die. Jump? We die. "You will not burn!" Glane demands. Fuck, I really didn't want to have to do this, but I mentally open the door to my childhood home and flood my body with her power. —I know the door is just a place… however to me it almost sounds like somewhere she intentionally does not go… does she have a second signet? Is that how she survives this?— "Get—" Aetos starts to yell. "Get behind me!" I shout, ripping the shield from his grip. His eyes flare wide, and he lets go. We have seconds, so I flip the shield, then slam its flat top between the row of stones at our feet and drop behind it, keeping my hand on the leather strap. Aetos jumps behind me as power rushes into my fingers so quickly I clench my teeth to keep from screaming. Heat surrounds us and the leather hardens in my grip as the shield turns to stone. —Imogen is fast, and can erase memories… that is the powers we know of… what is missing here?— Fire roars, blazes, flows around us. We are the rock in the river, demanding the water part. The heat dissipates as the blast ends, and Aetos dives to the left and throws. An alloy-hilted dagger sails from his hand and I rise, clutching my own. The dark wielder's expression of shock remains permanent as he desiccates —see end chapter people; it wasn’t ALL Xaden!— a few feet away and falls off the wall. One down, but the guards are missing from the top of the turret, and I see a flash of purple disappear into the tower. Worse, another dressed in crimson strides along the eastern wall. Aetos jumps to his feet and draws his remaining dagger. "I'll take that one. You get the one in the tower. "And we're going to talk about whatever the fuck that just was later," —Whatever it was is big enough to be added to the “list of things Dain will talk about later” which is primarily second signets— he shouts over his shoulder, but l've already passed him, using lesser magic to boost my speed. —So, lesser magic is the speed booster… meaning room for a second signet—

I stare at the other side of the staircase, locked in the memory, watching as the stones begin to pale, then lose their color one by one, each loss higher than the last. —Is this Xadens channeling moment from another view point in time— My heart somehow continues to beat, marking what I used to think of as time, and color disappears from the stones in the bend beneath us so gradually that I can't help but wonder if Quinn simply took the color with her. "Quinn!" someone bellows from above, and footsteps thunder. —but no lightening— "Where are you? We have to go—"

I notice the circles beneath his beautiful eyes, the unusual pallor of his complexion. —He’s Venin isn’t he…— He's exhausted, and for the first time in my life, I don't care that he's seeing me at my weakest, because he's right there, too. My chin tips in a nod. "All right." He moves quickly to the step beneath us, kicking something out of the way —what?— and gathering both of us into his arms. I lock mine around Quinn so she doesn't slip as we're lifted off the floor, and the landing beneath us loses its color. "Let's get you out of here." He takes a single step. Heat and light force my eyes shut as my stomach careens. When I open them, we're somewhere else. Rain falls through an open doorway, and the scent of smoke and sulfur fills my lungs. —a forges flame?—

"Are you weaving?" he asks Trissa. "We're starting." Her gaze darts over me. —more of those runes?.. did they plan the forge? How did they know Andarna would show… what other Irid came?— "They'll be weak until we can bolster with more power, but they're our best shot." "It's still not enough." —he seems like Xaden did last book— Garrick's head hangs as he stands. "I can't..." —until he does doesn’t he… dammit it’s Garrick— He sighs and strides through the door. I obey the simple instinct to follow, shoving myself to my feet and forcing my body to move. There's a battle. We're in a war. Malek might claim more lives. —I do not like this foreshadowing— I follow him past the little room where Felix works beside cases of alloy-hilted daggers, all imbued, all humming with power. Then I step outside into the rain and stare. Cruth sails through the sky and takes a wyvern straight to the ground. Bodhi is on his hands and knees across the town square, retching. —What happened to Bodhi? Is he on his hands and knees draining or what?— If dark wielders are draining the city walls, we're next. —Xaden didn’t… even as the ultimate dark wielder cause shadow Venin— "Where are you going?" —GOOD QUESTION— I shout at Garrick's back. "I can't walk again. Even if I made it to Aretia, I'd never be strong enough to get back," —either he’s lost… — he calls over his shoulder. "So, I'd better find some fucking way to do something." —… or he found the way… as Venin—

I unsheathe my last alloy-hilted dagger and stare up at the wyvern-filled sky. Then I make my way back inside, slip Quinn's last dagger from her thigh sheath, and reach for Glane. "Tell every rider within the walls to get over here and disarm. —why would they disarm???— It's the only way we're living through this." Outside, the sky darkens further. —Is that Xaden?— Sorrengail better take their leader all the way the fuck out, or this will all have been for nothing. —all of WHAT?!—

[brambletakato]

i wanted to try to modify my art style and draw a bit of a body for once and actually push myself, but then my almost decade old drawing tablet threw a FITTT so no pen pressure stabilizer challenge it is

(based off of the image in cut)

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 2 Part 8 Group 39

Propaganda and further images under the cut

(Mod’s Note: Couldn’t find the source of the original Professor Layton photo. I think it might’ve been stolen fanart? Gonna feel real stupid if I’m mistaken.)

Lockwood & Co.: Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle, George Karim (& Quill Kipps, Holly Munro, Flo Bones)

Hershel Layton, Luke Triton & Flora Reinhold:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

Lockwood & Co.:

They are so witty and funny while being incredibly loving and tender with each other!

they are the best because they have all of the tropes the comfort the angst the hurt the drama and the love of a found family and they just AJSHHDHSGSGSHSHSHSJHA yeah.

They're traumatized teenagers who hunt ghosts and randomly proclaim they would die for each other! What could be better?

[sneasedtomeetyou]

:{ Hello!! I am Echo, The Professor's Personal Porysistant™!! We've been at this for days but I think [Doppelganger] is finally starting to get it!! }: :{ A video file is embedded. [LOCATION UNAVAILABLE], Kanto. 12/24/23 4:45 pm. }:

This video starts with the hushed sounds of our two professors talking amongst one another, though the quiet words seem to be lost on us. Echo doesn’t seem too interested in this, however, and instead turns to look around this new-to-her space that we find ourselves in. This lab, though not too dissimilar to Amy’s in some ways, is much larger. Extensive bookshelves line the largest of the visible walls, and a large picture window lets in the warm evening light as it looks out over the nearby forest- quite the view really. 

As her attention refocuses on Casi and Amy we find them sitting at a table clearly meant for young students, the furniture scaled down to better accommodate them. Amy in particular appears out of place, shifting their legs and attempting to get comfortable in the small seat, favoring that left hip. Casi is able to fit well enough in his seat, a fact that seems to bother him more as he watches the taller professor, before making a bit of a face down at his own desk.. 

As echo comes closer the soft whispers between the two become more distinct, though still difficult to make out on the recording. They hold hands and Casi rests her head on Amy’s shoulder for a few moments.

Casi: Hey, we’ll get through this together, okay? I love you.

Amy: I love you too.

When Professor Holly enters the room, an extremely short older woman with gray hair streaked with the remnants of her natural green, Casi abruptly straightens up, flustered. His hand does not let go of Amy’s, however, dropping a bit in between them almost as if to hide the affection from the newcomer. Instead of tea this time the older professor has brought them a tray full of cookies. They smell amazing,- :{ Echo note: Who programmed me to smell?? Why is this something that I can do?? ‘:3 }:  -but combined with the classroom setting it becomes unclear if she is treating them more like colleagues or students. When Holly speaks her voice is gentle but holds a bit of a teasing humor in it. 

Holly: How are you two lovebirds feeling today?

Casi flushes at the word lovebirds but tries to ignore it. His voice is noticeably a bit higher when he speaks. 

Casi: Much better thank you! I do apologize for my… Outburst yesterday. Traveling can be stressful. 

Holly: Which is exactly why I refuse to do it. Did you manage to find a place to sleep last night that wasn’t your car? 

Casi: Am…Professor Amaryllis made the hotel arrangements, actually. 

Amy: It’s rather easy to do when you only have to book one hotel room. 

The statement itself is rather vague and casual, but the way Casi visibly reacts makes it clear what Amy is referring to. They chuckle under their breath at the dismayed look on Casi’s face, apparently finding a bit of humor themselves in the teasing. Almost as if to change the subject, Casi clears his throat and picks up a cookie.

Casi: Anyway… Umm.. Any results with the DNA test? 

Holly: The tests confirmed the Sneasel is in fact a cloned specimen. 

Casi: That isn’t possible.. If she was then I would’ve known about it. There’d be a record of her! 

Holly: It’s the truth. The evidence of the cloning process is clear in her genetic code. Casi: We don’t even have anyone working in Hoenn right now–

Holly: Are there any other programs that you lent DNA samples to? 

Casi: None that I’m aware of…

Holly: Then it may be best to get to the bottom of this quickly.

Casi starts nervously drumming her fingers against the table. She gets increasingly fidgety throughout the conversation, finishing one cookie and taking another, and then another, she doesn’t seem to notice how many she’s eating in her distracted state. Despite the obvious discomfort with the topic she tries to keep her tone level and respectful whenever possible- A tone of disbelief, nervousness maybe, but not anger. 

Casi: Could you trace the DNA back to anything specific? 

Holly: I wouldn’t have access to any of those records. 

Casi: I suppose I do… Next time I’m in Sinnoh I can look through our records for anything…

Amy: Think you’ll find something? Casi: I sincerely hope that I don’t…

Casi: ...Could you run the tests again? 

Holly: It won’t change anything, but I can rerun the sample if it will put you at ease. Casi: I need to be completely sure. If she truly is a cloned specimen then that’s a serious accusation to level.-

Amy hums and squeezes Casi’s hand- Bringing him a little bit back to the present and out of his head. Casi looks over at them and then down to the now half full plate of cookies and the new one that he’s just picked up. 

Casi: …These cookies are good.

Holly: Thank you! I made them myself.

{: Transcription ends :} {: Now imagine this conversation over and over again and [Doppelganger] eating cookies until he's sick and you have a rough outline of the past week!! ':3 :}

[sophapop]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to y'all!!! 🫶🎄🎄🎄💖💕🎄💖

Not much but have more Clarie content 🫶🫶

[saroko-still-draws]

Descember Day 1: Holly

I have been on a Professor Layton hyperfixation recently. In between news of one of my favorite game series coming back, replaying the games I already have, and searching for the Prologue-series (that I was stupid enough to pass over back when they were in circulation), one character alias Descole has gotten me back into this series by the throat.

So, of course, I had to participate in Descember. That makes perfect sense.

I may not be able to post everyday due to internet issues but I will try to make something for each day and post it eventually.

[ultra-puzzlemaster]

Here's my first contribution for @descember ! The prompt is "holly"

Could Descole make a holly wreath? I'd say yes:

"A finely crafted wreath, if I do say so myself"

[bruhlesbian]

pov the inside of my professors brain when the first thing i ask her to help me with is rigging my evil son bodybagger

shit looks so fucked rn but rest assured i am slaving away for that true freak shit..