It's hard being a diamond in a rhinestone world

You're lucky you've made it this far. Everyone so far has been utter trash compared to me. I hope you're prepared to lose.

[goddamneddemons]

The bit went a little too far

[astralemperor]

The Aristocrats (Gideon + Effie)

The Autumn months were rather dull in the league. Most trainers were being delayed by the weather, or traveling back home for the upcoming holidays. And so, one blustery day in October, Gideon found himself participating in his favorite activities, relaxing in his room with a glass of wine and a good book. Sophia was asleep in her bassinet, and his other dears were doing whatever they wished about his room. Hestia and Nash were no where to be seen, and for once the house was quiet. All was well with his world.

"You know my loves, this is the way our lives should be. Practicing our abilities, enjoying books, snacking on pumpkin pastries and a fine vintage." The emperor swirled the wine in his glass and allowed a seldom seen smile work its way onto his face. He took a small sip and nibbled on the end of a pumpkin cake. He wasn't usually one for dessert wines, but he was treating himself. 

About half way through his book, Gideon began to doze. His head lolled to his shoulder and he allowed his eyes to droop shut. He had the strangest dream.....something involving a young blonde girl....though he couldn't remember any of it the moment he woke up to a loud tap tap tap on his doors. He blinked rapidly and rubbed his eyes. "Hildegard my sweet, you're leaking into the room again." 

The Musharna let out a little apologetic hum and drifted to his face, nuzzling against him.

The tapping continued, pulling Gideon further from his pokemon induced slumber. "Constantine, be a love and open the window for me. Air out the room a little, we wouldn't want to knock out our guest..." The man straightened his clothes and sat up a little taller in his chair. With one final adjustment to his mask, Gideon opened the door with his powers, looking proud. "Enter......"

Alice peeked in and raised a brow. "Um...someones here for you. They said they're your sister."

"Theres no way....I'm an only child. You must be looking for Hestia, she's got more siblings than I can count."

"That's what I said!" The girl cried, "But...she insists she's your sister and refuses to leave until she sees you. So could you just like....humo-Ah!" 

Gideon shoved Alice aside and stormed out of his room. "When have I humored anyone?" He made his way into the main room and wrenched the door open. "Listen here you little brat. I don't know who you think you are. But Gideon Sinclair has no siblings."

[tuffscaryfairy-blog]

Lay Off the Suede || {Gideon & Logan}

[tuffscaryfairy-blog]

It took a few seconds for Logan to fully realize what he had just done. He was still riding high on the adrenaline of the scene before it registered that he had just decked an elite in the face…and now he was crumpled up on the floor. Shit. SHIT. Hunched over, cowering, it was sort of remarkable how quickly the psychic’s demeanor had changed. For a split second, Logan had a glimpse of a terrified, lonely boy just trying to defend himself by lashing out at others. It was sad, especially because, as much as he hated to admit it, he could relate. 

Gideon’s quivering apology came as an even bigger surprise. As much as he wanted the situation to be done with, Logan had really thought this guy would have dished out a little more. After all, he had talked a pretty big game, there. But now, he had the air of a dethroned Pyroar who just wanted to sulk off and be left alone. Well, the emperor was a pretty scrawny guy, after all, and he’d just taken what must’ve felt like a jackhammer to the face. Maybe the prince was being too hard on him….

"…..yes." At least he’d apologized. Logan let go of him and stood up as well. He was still a little keyed up, but he’d made enough of a mess of things for the night, and oddly, nobody was even rushing him to throw him out. Maybe, in a small way, they’d been expecting this? The fairy prince glanced around a bit and then stopped back on Gideon. Were those….tears in his eyes? He was clearly trying not to break down, but Logan knew that look better than anyone. He cried all the time, over the smallest things. What could he say- he was sensitive at heart. Suddenly, a wave of guilt crashed over him. Aw, shit, he made someone ELSE cry. Even if he was a despicable, tacky, wanna-be fairytale zombie, he had feelings. Logan strode back over and leaned in closer, an intense look in his eye. 

"I….I’m sorry for hitting you. Do you need to leave? Like, see a medic or something?" He had no idea what to do, but in his heart, Logan knew that he had to take responsibility for this. 

[astralemperor]

How could this pathetic little fuck from nowhere make him feel so...so..low? He wasn't even sure that word described his current emotion, but he'd only felt it once before...when he'd found out Effie was his sister. But if he was feeling this for other people....something must have cracked in his exterior, let a bit of pity seep in. As much as he loathed to admit it, that punch seemed to knock some sense back into him. Not much, but just a little.

Why was Logan getting closer to him? Why was he encroaching on his space? Hadn't he done enough?! His head was pounding from the punch and his face was on fire. "I said I was sorry. What more do you want from me?"

Gideon shuddered and shot Logan a glare that would freeze hell over. "I don't need anything like that, and I CERTAINLY don't need it from you." 

He reached up and touched his cheek softly, hissing and wincing . The flesh under his fingers was hot and swollen. In a hours, his mask would serve a purpose, hiding the huge disgusting bruise that was beginning to bloom. The Emperor attempted to let out a low growl but half way through it turned into a choked sob. "Get away from me....."

Gideon was beginning to panic. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he felt both burning hot and freezing cold. He could barely breath. He clutched his heart, pulling at his cape. Why did he feel like this all of a sudden? This wasn't right. At first he thought the pressure in his chest was pity, but now he was sure it wasn't. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

[thr-ill]

distract me pls

[indulging-inaccuracy]

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life? 2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? 3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” 4: What’s something you really want right now? 5: Are you afraid of falling in love? 6: Do you like the beach? 7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? 8: What’s the background on your cell? 9: Name the last four beds you were sat on? 10: Do you like your phone?

[astralemperor]

Trick or treat, Gids!!! - Hes

Well, I won't give away what we've decided on yet. But I suppose we could go as the Medic and the Heavy from that one game I've seen Nash play.

[astralemperor]

NOTABLENORMAL SAID: BUT WHICH ONE IS WHICH

And you can go as the emo piss baby.

[astralemperor]

Yo trick or treat --Nash

How about we go as a raging alcoholic and an adult with the brain of a 5 year old....

[astralemperor]

Send me "Trick-or-Treat!" in my ask box and I'll tell you what we should dress up as for Halloween

[zeropercentcontained]

If you got it, you got it || (Gideon & Hestia)

[zeropercentcontained]

"Oh, so you’re comin’ back on friday, then?" She wasn’t about to let Gideon get to her. She didn’t any other day of the week, so why start now? Not giving in to Gideon’s taunts, she focused instead on how beautiful the crown would look on her pokemon’s head. And how good despair and disgust would look on Gideon’s face. That last one especially kept her going. Cocking her head, Hestia glimpsed Gideon from the corners of her eyes, and she smile. "S’that where ya always go on the weekends? Ya get picked up out back?"

She wouldn’t let Good Ol’ Giddy get to her, but there was nothing wrong with some friendly, competitive trash-talking, right?

Gideon passed her the jar full of glitter and Hestia took it with an appreciative grunt, which was as close to a ‘thank you’ as he was going to get. “Glitter’s really gonna make ya shine, Reaps. I mean, not that ya really need it.” What with her Torkoal being a fire type, she didn’t really need help shining or standing out. One fire blast or one lava plume would do the trick. But glitter would make it all pop, which made everything that much better. She unscrewed the cap and sprinkled flecks of glitter over the Torkoal’s shell.

Unfortunately, Gideon wasn’t the easiest person to just tone out. If he wanted to talk, he would talk. And here he was, talking. She pulled her attention long enough to really listen… and she stopped, looking up with a raised brow. “Talent outfit? There’s a talent section?” It really goes to show how little Hestia knew of the pageant world. “I don’t really have any clothes for Reaps to wear…” She tapped her chin with a finger, turning her head to the side. In one of these things, it was probably just as embarrassing for a Pokemon to go out there naked as it was for a person…

That gave her an idea. In one movement, Hestia tore her skirt from her body and fastened it around miss Carolina Reaper’s neck like a fashionable scarf. “There! That’s her talent outfit! Not too bad, huh?”

[astralemperor]

"Hmph." Gideon had no proper response to that. It was a pretty good comeback, though he was loath to admit it. "Why so interested in where I go or who picks me up on the weekends? First you're bursting into my room, then you're following me to pageants, and now you're asking about my weekend activities. Goodness Hestia, I'm starting to suspect that you've got a thing for me."

This crown was his. He wasn't going to let Hestia throw him off his game with her stupid insults. That was his job.

He was about to make a comment about Hestia's lack of technique involving her glitter placement, but instead watched in horror as Hestia ripped off her skirt and let out an undignified screech . He tore his cape from his shoulders, holding it in front of the woman's now exposed thighs in an attempt to cover her underwear from the onlookers. "Hestia! Have you no shame?!" He hissed as he tied the silk around her waist. "Wait...of course you don't. This is not our living room! You cannot just rip your pants off whenever you wish!

Gideon planned on continuing his verbal lashing, but a woman at the front of the room was calling the attention of the participants. "Ladies and Gentlemen! The Pageant will be beginning shortly! If you'd just take your pokemon and line up in order we can get things underway in just a few moments! If everything goes according to plan, the cute portion should only take about 30 minutes! You'll then have 30 minutes to prepare for the talent portion! That will take the majority of our afternoon. After the Talent portion, there will be an hour break for lunch while the judges decide on our winners! If you'd like, there will be a celebration dinner after all the festivities! Best of luck to all of you!" She flashed a dazzling white smile and left the room.

[shockerella]

ROUTINE CHECK ❣ | Charlotte & Gideon

The copper stain that had fell over the mountain range swayed in the afternoon breeze, gently lifting what golden leaves had fallen from the branches onto the ground below. They swirled together in a dance, pulling at some of the twigs and flower petals, passing by those who moved quickly through the brisk autumn air. In the distance, one could hear the sound of the crunching from newly broken boots, an echo of wind chimes from the porches and the creaking sound from the cars on the Battle Lift above. 

The entire picturesque scenery of Syrma Town was something to be admired and the natives to the residence nestled between the large peaks were proud of their heritage. It was too often that winter came quickly, throwing the reddish-brown colors to the wind so that a blanket of pure white could lay over the town.

"Would you please all gather around here for an announcement?"

In the middle of the sleepy town, a sing-song voice rang out through the heart of the Gym, echoing off of the walls and speakers to the trainers stationed in different sections. 

"We’re going to be having a visitor this afternoon, so please be on your best behavior," Charlotte spoke up, stationed on a platform nearing the back of the establishment. She was dressed up for the occasion, neatly curled hair falling over her right shoulder as she gestured to her surroundings. "Please resume your normal training activities and welcome any challenger that may come along."

A stir of excited chatter sounded throughout the trainers, but it faded the moment that the electric-type Leader had dismissed them. Her amber hues followed them back to their appointed places before it landed on the piece of paper folded under her arm. Written in neat calligraphy with a smooth signature at the bottom, it was a letter indicating that her Gym was going to be having one of the Elites visit for routine inspection.

She’d managed to evade the last one due to unforeseen circumstances, but she wasn’t the least bit nervous that she was technically at a disadvantage. The only thing she had to wonder was who was going to be sent to the mountain range in order to score her on her performance. As winter usually dominated a good majority of the months, it was difficult to leave this place to join up with other Leaders and Elites. She hadn’t meant many other colleagues, so she couldn’t help but be a bit anxious.

"Lux!"

As if sensing her slight uneasiness, something nudged at her shoulder and Charlotte turned her attention to her Luxray, Xavier, who had been glued to her side for most of the morning. He tilted his head before gently pushing against her again, doing his best to calm and encourage his loving trainer.

"Don’t worry, Xavier," she cooed gently, patting him on the head, "It’s not us that I’m worried about.. it’s who that is going to come through the doors."

[astralemperor]

The smell of pine and crisp, clean autumn air was a wonderful change from the salty sea breeze of Polaris. And it was leaps and bounds better than the smell of his roommates' cooking. But that was beside the point. He wasn't here for the scenery. Oh no, he was here on business.

Once a year, the Gym leaders of the Acirema league received inspections from the Elites. The drawings were randomized every year, a precaution taken in order to prevent favoritism. And this year, one of the locations Gideon was assigned, was the beautiful town of Syrma. He wasn't thrilled, but it was a hell of a lot better than being given Cygnus. Hestia would probably be stuck their for a week or more if a blizzard hit....and he'd spent the last week praying to Arcesus that a blizzard would hit while she was there.

The Psychic elite's favorite part of these little trips, was the sheer terror he could instill in leaders. He loved to make them squirm and doubt themselves and question every little thing they did. But in the end, it usually resulted in leaders buckling down and really striving to prove themselves. The leaders he reviewed usually ended up stronger and better. 

Stares, gasps, pointing, squeals, and whispers followed Gideon as he made his way to the gym. His usual fashion stuck out like a sore thumb in the podunk town. However, he followed the usual protocol of his elite status: stopped for photos, signed autographs, kissed a few hands, and for one or two lucky people, he flashed a tiny smile.

Another cool gust blew, lifting the ends of his fur lined cape and blowing his hair back. Espurr trilled and sneezed, shivering once in his arms.

"I told you you should have stayed at the hotel my sweet. I don't want you to catch a cold." He adjusted Sophia's scarf, making sure it kept her neck covered.

Finally, he stopped in front of the little Gym and turned to the two pokemon that flanked him. Today he had decided on Orvieto, his Meowstic, and Canterbury, his Espeon. "Alright my dears. Just as planned." With a blast of psychic energy, he through open the doors and walked in. Head held high, looking dead ahead as he continued forward, finally stopping before Charlotte. "You must be the leader of this gym."

[astralemperor]

boom! headcanon!

Boom - (I'm not sure what to do with this one, so I'll go with when he blows up emotionally.)Gideon is usually a solid wall of sass and cold, uncaring bitterness. However, there are times where he is pushed too far (usually involving his Pokemon). His emotional explosions are dangerous, as they usually result in an explosion of psychic energy. This is one of the many reasons he stays as calm as possible.

[swagginnicantstop-blog]

heard he wets the bed too

YO I HEARD YOU LIKE GETTIN SHOVED IN TRASH CANS

YOU LIKE GETTIN SHOVED IN TRASH CANS KID?

[breederjonah]

bed wetter over here folks

[swagginnicantstop-blog]

YO THIS IS SOME BULLSHIT

I DON’T WET THE BED, I DON’T!!

[astralemperor]

As his roommate I can verify that he does actually wet the bed.

[fearcomeswithimagination-deacti]

Headcanons

[astralemperor]

Send ✚ for a HEALTH headcanon. Send ♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon. Send ✿ for a HAPPINESS headcanon. Send ␛ for an ANGER headcanon. Send ♆ for a BODY headcanon. Send ϡ for a MENTAL STATE headcanon. Send ღ for a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon. Send † for a RELIGION headcanon. Send ✄ for a PET PEEVE headcanon. Send ☂ for a FOOD headcanon.

[cittamemes]

Send me a word plus 'Headcanon' and I'll give a headcanon based on that word.

[zeropercentcontained]

If you got it, you got it || (Gideon & Hestia)

[zeropercentcontained]

Brushing off her beloved Torkoal’s shell, Hestia stared lovingly at her queen in the making. Yeah, they could win this. They could win this entire thing, beat out all the other competition. Together, they would crush all of Gideon’s spirit. Needless to say, she was looking forward to it.

Now… where did she begin? Gideon was sprinkling a generous coating glitter all over Sophia. Which totally seemed unhealthy to both of them, considering how much the Espurr had on her and how much Gideon had eaten and inhaled so far. Sophia had been squeezed into some of those strange, specially made garments Gideon had spent an arm and a leg on. She had makeup smeared into her fur and fake eyelashes glued on. What in the good name of Arceus did she get herself into?

Her lip curled with the inevitable disgust and she turned back to her own Pokemon. She didn’t want to put Miss Reaper through the horror of it all, but they had come here to win, and by proxy, destroy Gideon. But really, how was she supposed to put makeup in a turtle? She could barely put the stuff on herself without making her look a little something like a sad, wild clown. With a steadying breath, and maybe, a big maybe, with faltering determination, Hestia reached for the nearest product.

Black sludge, which looked suspiciously like something she’d tried to serve for breakfast some weeks ago, only now it had a nice brush to smear it neatly. Either it was eyeliner or Gideon’s leftovers. She tossed a look his way, almost like she was looking for some reaction, before she picked up the product and the brush. “Okay, Reaper, I’m gonna put this on ya now!” “Tooor.” “Yeah, just close your eyes— Oh, they are closed. Okay, here.”

Leaning over her, Hestia began painting a thin line on her Pokemon’s lid. It felt more than weird. She could barely line her own eyes and here she was lining a turtle’s. It didn’t take long and Hestia smiled to herself, taking a step back to admire her handiwork. “Hah, see! Lookin’ like a winner already!” But it was still missing something, besides the crazy accessories or the bejeweled lashes or the bright red lipstick. “Yo, Gids, can I borrow the glitter?”

[astralemperor]

Hopefully now the Hestia was concentrating on her own hot mess, he would be able to concentrate on finishing off Sophia's looks. "Alright my princess. Just your hair bow and show, and then you're ready to go. But first, your snack. You've been doing so well my darling." Gideon leaned forward and kissed his Espurr on the head, before draping a large fluffy white towel around her. The cover had small little holes in it for her hands to poke out, so that she could feed herself, yet keep her dress clean. He retrieved an expensive looking pink pokepuff and gave it to the little cat. "Enjoy ma petite." Sophia trilled excitedly and began to much on the frosted treat. 

Gideon peered over at his enemy and sneered. "Winner? She looks like like you with a hangover. They're picking WINNERS today. The trash gets picked up around the back on Fridays." He chuckled coldly at his own little joke. 

"Hmm? Oh yes glitter. I suppose it won't make a difference." He slid the jar of glitter over to Hestia and went back to making the last minute touches on Sophia's first outfit. "Tell me my dear Hestia. What outfit do you have planned for the talent portion?"

Now that makeup was out of the way, and Sophia was occupied for the next few minutes, Gideon was able to begin preparing her talent outfit. It needed to be something easy to move in, and not obstruct her powers, which meant frills and dresses were out. He decided on a simple, large, pink neck bow. "This should do just fine." 

And then it hit him. THE TALENT PORTION! Sure Sophia was good, better than good actually. But Hestia was a MERIAN FIRE DANCER! With the fire moves she was sure to pull, she would certainly steamroll the competition in talent. It might even make up for her horrible points in outfit of choice portion... This wasn't good.

[astralemperor]

((I'm going to take a page out of Abel/Hestia/Beau's book and try to get a thread with some of the new folk going! I have Leader Tova, Elite Gideon, Biker Dallas, and Rising Star Bunny ready for action. Message me if you'd like to plan.))

[astralemperor]

I'm starting to feel like a glorified baby sitter. Nash is an idiot, Hestia is a danger to herself and everyone around her (mostly me), Alice is like what...5? and I'm not sure if our champion has even graduated High School.