i love designing pokemon trainers because like depending on the specific era of pokemon character design you can get wildly different interpretations of what makes a “good” pokemon trainer design.
like if you look at npcs from RSE vs ORAS there is a CLEAR difference in design philosophy despite them being fundamentally the same character.
and yes, part of it has to do with the style, proportions, posing, and just the general fact that there’s a 10 year gap between them, but its clear that the design philosophy itself changed as well. the ORAS youngster adds details that are visually interesting but not distracting— namely the sableye shirt, striped shorts, and band-aid over the nose. the shorts were changed to black so that the distribution of blue wasn’t overpowering, and also added the additional benefit of creating a value hierarchy that leads the viewer’s eye to the most important details of the design: the shirt and the face.
but im getting ahead of myself. i could talk design details all day but my point is that like. wowie! these are all pokemon trainer designs! they all look vastly different because they were all designed by different people and from different eras and yet we can still clearly identify them as pokemon characters one way or another!
a pokemon trainer outfit can be simple, kinda out there, or REALLY out there! you can do whatever you want forever and ever.
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pickup lines
usually the red eared slider’s flirts and compliments were flowery, over the top with heaps of silly, and you would roll your eyes at each and every one. grand sweeping gestures, an arm slung around your neck, or running his thumb over your knuckles with a wiggle of brows that didn’t actually exist. it was entertaining, something you would never actually admit outloud, so you never really shut down his teasing. you only let it happen for the hell of it. yeah.
a wink that looked as if his eye momentarily had an uncontrollable spasm, “i would never play hide and seek with you, because someone like you is impossible to find.”
you grimaced as he walked over to sit beside you on the rooftop, “i honestly wish i could hide from this.”
finger guns, “are you from tennessee?? because you’re the only ten-i-see!”
a huff, looking over the city once more before you stopped patrolling for the night, “new york, buddy.”
“you never humor me…”
“you have no idea.”
an irritatingly wide smile, leo splayed out on your bed, “this might sound cheesy, but i think you’re really grate.”
you turn from your homework to cock a brow at him, “…puns? really? you’re stooping to puns now?”
“hey, a turtle’s gouda do what he’s gouda do.”
“i hate you.”
“awww, i love you too!!!”
you were drawing with mikey when your self-proclaimed bestie barreled in, “i seem to have!! lost my phone number!!!! can i have yours?”
the orange clad turtle seemed to be holding in the fattest cackle, so you ignored him to look at leo with a fairly neutral expression, “i thought you already had my number?”
“yeah, but i kinda… deleted it just to make this work..”
“…you’re stupid. i’m friends with an idiot.”
he pouted, until his phone lit up at an unknown number’s message, “and i’m friends with a meanie pants… oh! thanks!”
you shoved your phone back in your pocket while mikey eyed the two of you, his red striped brother already tapping the number into your contact once more, “sure, mhm.”
nabbing a piece of popcorn from your bowl, eyes scrunched from his simper as he glances at you, then lets his eyes land back on raph and april’s mario kart game once more, “it’s a good thing i have a library card, because i am totally checking you out.”
“…aren’t you illiterate or something? do you even know what a library is?”
“shut the fuck up….”
he looked up from his comic as you flopped onto his bed, just having listened attentively to another one of donnie’s infodumps, “did you just come out an oven?”
you huffed, draping an arm over your eyes, “no, leo.”
said turtle leaned over to poke your cheek with a snicker, “‘cause you’re hot.”
“goddammit, leo.”
“is this hogwarts express, because it feels like you and i are going somewhere magical.“
you stared at him as he gestured to a newly opened portal, “man, i swear, are you getting these from buzzfeed articles?? ain’t no way you pulled a harry potter line out your ass like that.”
“…is your name google? ‘cause you got the answers for everything i’m searching for.”
you swore you saw the face of a slider caught, and your eyes twinkled in amusement, “so, you are.”
“LEAVE ME ALONE.”
“your hand looks lonely. want me to hold it for you?”
you readjust your grip on your weapon, eyeing him in a sort of flabbergasted way, “lee, we are literally in the middle of a FIGHT.”
“right, whatever.”
you both were on your phones, the turtle laying on you scrolling through god-knows what, while you watched a video essay on something you were to inevitably forget about. you snickered at an elaborate joke about something or other, and the slider grinned a little, “roses are red, violets are blue. with a smile like that, looks like i’m doomed.”
“…”
you were tempted to kick him off, something inside you churning, but you just refocused on your video once more. his face seemed a little surprised in your peripheral vision, but at what, you couldn’t be sure.
leo sat beside you in blankets, barely conscious in his goofy pajamas during the latter end of a movie night, everyone else already asleep (except for donnie, who could care less about anyone else as his eyes stayed glued to the screen projected on the wall, hyperfixated on a jupiter jim movie he’s no doubt seen a thousand times over), “are you- did you fell from heaven- cause- fuck. i forgot how that one goes.”
you hid a grin behind a facepalm, equally fatigued as his head dipped to rest lightly on your shoulder, neck giving up on keeping it upright, “of course you did.”
sometimes though, those bits of flattery are uttered so quiet, barely above a whisper, the turtle holding such reverence in his tone. like now, just before he drifts off to sleep to no doubt drool all over you, the slider makes himself comfortable buried in your side. you still when his cheek rubs against your shoulder, a content sigh escaping leo while he wraps his arms around you in your shared blanket nest, “hm mwarm… i wish this would last f’rever..”
you can’t doubt that it’s sincere when it’s said like that. you look away from the movie to stare at him with tired eyes, face warm while you fiddled slightly with your fingers, buried under the blankets wrapped around your own body. leo started snoring in record time, light chirps coming from him every time he shifted in his sleep, and you rest your head on his. maybe you wished that too, maybe your mouth twisted into the smallest of frowns, but you decided not to dwell on it.
letting your eyes drift close, and pulling the red eared slider closer, you knew you were going to wake up to dumb pickup lines that held a bit too much sincerity in them. maybe you were glad.
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(Building off of your Gem world hopping lore a bit here)
Maybe this won’t make any sense, but I’ve had this idea rattling around in my head for a while about Gem being something like the universe’s champion. Not a god, not someone all powerful, but a player with the world’s blessing in all she does.
You’ve got her connection to the End, which is already one of the most iconic parts of the game. Then you also have her mentioning that dreaming is the key to dimension hopping, which is easily comparable to the end poem. And, of course, her whole thing with ender dragons, which really finished the trio off.
That lore is cool on its own, but it’s also in her play style. She’s drawn to villages, and while she did it in HC9 the worlds that really stand out to me are two of her hardcore worlds, where she’s based in villages, remodeled them, and protected the villagers, whom she gave names and personalities. She delights in the mundane or common parts of the game. Things like that.
It’s like how Etho feels uniquely Minecraft-y because he’s been around for so long, as ancient as the lands around him. Gem doesn’t have the same old world feel- she’s younger, bursting with potential. Maybe she has some sort of grand mission, maybe that mission is simply to live, to experience. No matter what, the player has played the game well
OH MY GOD ❤️_❤️ anon thank you for the ask I am staring at this so hard
Gem who's entwined with the universe... it's champion.... The key to finally opening the end in the life series and fully immersed in the worlds she inhabits yet unimpeded by the laws that govern places such as empires.
You mentioned her hardcore worlds and that also reminds me of the time she got the villager origin in afterlife, and stuck to that village the entire series. She became it's stalwart protector up until her death. So even there she continues that theme.
The universe loves all it's players but it's like it's given her the master's key to unlock any door she wants, to dream however and wherever she wants to. To open a door in dawn and step out into hermitcraft, to open the end, to escape the end of a world, anywhere she wants to go, anywhere she wishes to dream. Perhaps even guide her here or there with a little blue flame? AUGH
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