Send my character a ► and a command they must obey.
Autumn gave him a smirk. He was adorable, really. Big bad champion trying to seem authoritative and coming off as a flustered mess. The pinkette didn’t comment on it though. After all, that would ruin it, wouldn’t it?
“Well…if you insist.”
She’d be lying if she denied the fast beating in her chest or the nervous churning of her stomach. It was always that way with him. She pushed passed it, reaching up to caress his cheek and move her fingers over his neck, scratching his scalp in the way she knew he liked before pulling him down to her and crashing their lips together in a perhaps overly eager kiss.
Send me ❤ on anon and I’ll compliment someone at random!
[Let’s do this]
Okay so I’ve known Memey for more than a year now and I really appreciate her friendliness! She’s someone that I know I can go to if I just wanted to distract myself from real life a bit. It’s super easy to talk to her and I’ve had the pleasure of interacting with her muses during my stay here. I always find myself really loving her muses, especially when she plays rarely seen characters. All in all, a fun thread partner and A++ friend!
Holly is someone I’ve met recently and she’s already wormed her way deep in my heart. Her Cynthia is an absolute pleasure to thread with and honestly, she’s one of the main reasons why I got to develop Riley back when I first brought him in. Our muses relationship is one of my all time favorites! She’s really fun to talk with on Skype! Not only is she a really good thread partner, she’s an A++ artist, one with a really kind heart considering she drew awesome fanart of my aura bab! Keep being awesome! (>vo)b
I absolutely adore AJ’s enthusiasm! Sometimes I feel like I’m talking with May whenever I have the chance to talk with her! She’s super duper friendly and her muses are all adorable little babs that I have the pleasure in threading with! I’m definitely impressed by how different her girls are! Each of them have their own unique personality and have really developed since she first joined the WE fam. As always, I’m impressed by how she’s able to match my replies while still maintaining quality! In a nutshell, sunshine friend. c:
Bill didn’t have to look at Daisy to know the cup of tea in her hand wasn’t touched. He didn’t have to ask to know why she didn’t trust him, or anyone recently. He only nodded, keeping an eye on the man nearby with his Pokemon. A classmate of hers from before...
Maybe coming back to her school so soon was a mistake.
“Ah understand.” He finally said, sipping his own warm tea. It wasn’t as good as the stuff they made at home, but the day was cold, and at the very least the warmth of the styrofoam cup could warm her hands. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. This had been his idea. He’d only wanted to help. “C’mon. Let’s go.”
Unbridled energy had been coursing through her veins for about three days. It had spurred her onto tidying her house - a small task, given its pragmatic nature - and onto tidying up the gym - a much greater task, given its size and the human component. Jasmine wasn’t sure if it was the nervous anticipation or the excitement that gave her such a boost, but she appreciated it nonetheless. It became much easier to complete everything in a timely manner.
That being said, the day of downtime where she had no other plans aside from one gym battle was absolutely torturous. Everyone was relieved that Lance would be arriving today, because that meant their leader could finally settle her nerves. Well, as much as they were capable of settling, at least.
It had been a while since Jasmine had first joined the League. Initially, she had done so to prove to herself that she could; it was a mark of her progress, her determination, her capability. It meant that she had finally become strong, that she could maybe even serve as a role model for others. If she could do it, they could, too, right?
Of course, after she had assumed the position, she quickly realized that the weight of the responsibility was far from light. Plus, she was expected to not only be Olivine’s Gym Leader, but also a member of the League. Which meant sitting down to meetings and convening with some of the strongest, most capable trainers in the entire region. And not only the Johto League, but also the Kanto League; all of these people were now her colleagues, and she would have to get along with all of them.
She had an anxiety attack outside of the door of her first meeting.
Luckily, her fears had proven to be misplaced. They were all able to look past her difficulties, had accepted her regardless of them, and now Jasmine called many among them her closest friends. While she still struggled sometimes, while the pressure felt like it might eat her alive on occasion, she enjoyed their support and company. There weren’t many she kept consistent contact with, but she never regretted speaking with them. They felt like her family - close enough that she could approach them at any time, if she wanted to. It was a comforting feeling.
Given how busy most of them were, visits weren’t particularly frequent. This didn’t stop her from peeking in every once in a while, or from receiving an unexpected guest, but most of her time off was spent in Sinnoh. She liked to bring souvenirs that she knew her colleagues would like, an unspoken apology for not going out of her way to see them more.
Out of all of them, Lance was usually the busiest. As champion, he had so much going on at any one time that it made Jasmine’s head hurt just thinking about it. But that never stopped him from being kind to her, or checking up on her sometimes, or making sure she was alright before meetings or in crowded venues. He was like the older brother she never had, and she appreciated his kindness and strength.
Today he was here on business. Inspecting the gym and her performance to make sure she was up to League standard. It always made her a bit paranoid, but Lance was good at quelling her fear. By now, it became typical for them to have a bit of downtime together before the proper inspection. She had a couple of matches today that he would be sitting in on, but before that, he would be meeting her at home. She already had tea out and ready for his arrival. She paced by the door, fingers fidgeting with her bow, always in motion, never still.
“Hi Mr. Lance! I hope you enjoy this chocolate. I hardly see you around, but when I see you you’re usually smiling! I hope that you’re alright and that you and Claire are okay!
{You know, I was actually talking to Bubbles about this the other day!
Archer is generally a calm dude. He can keep himself together really well, he can handle a lot of situations without issue. But say he was pushed to the point of being angry, then... hoo boy. He has no ability to calm down or try to handle the situation at that point. He just kind of flips out and everyone just kind of has to deal until it’s passed.
I would not recommend being around this guy when he’s upset. Not very fun, I’d say.}
Inbox Me “🍫” For My Muse To Leave Yours A Hershey’s Kiss + An Honest, Kind Message
The League received their mail and there was one letter addressed to Lance. Inside the envelope was a small piece of chocolate.
Dear Lance,
How are you doing? I sincerely wish that you are in the best of health and not overworking yourself. If you are wondering the purpose for this letter, the reason is simple. I have been thinking about how my life has been lately and realize that I am surrounded with wonderful friends, you being one of them. I suppose I have never properly thank you for being a kind and just boss, a charismatic leader and most importantly, a really good friend of mine. I would like you to know that if you ever need me for anything, as a friend, I will try my best to help you.
You do not have to shoulder the weight on the world all by yourself. I used to be the same until I realize that friends are there to aid you when you need it, so that you would be able to laugh and smile alongside them. I always worry about you whenever there is a crisis because I know that you would feel responsible for it. Please know that I, as well as other League members, care for the safety of Johto as well. We are prepared to fight alongside you, if you let us to. I am prepared to fight alongside you.
Well, that is all I really want to say. Once again, I wish that you are in the best of health and, if possible, feeling happy as well. If you are wondering about the chocolate, I just figured you would like a sweet snack as you read this. With that, I bid my leave. See you in the next League meeting.
Sincerely,
Mortimer.
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There was a letter addressed to the Tower Tycoon. Inside the envelope was a single piece of chocolate.
Dear Palmer,
Now before you tell me I’m behind my times by sending you this letter instead of texting you, I took into consideration that you might be too busy doing whatever Palmer thing that you would probably forget to reply to it. I also wanted to send you this chocolate since bought some and thought that you’d like one. Just one thought because Aiko would probably find out and we’d both be in trouble if I sent you the whole large sized package.
Right, the reason that I’m sending you this letter is that I wanted to properly give you my thanks for the help you gave me back in Canalave City. If it wasn’t for you and your Cresselia, I and Canalave’s citizens would have been in real trouble. The Lunar Wing that you gave me also help tremendously. I haven’t had a nightmare in a few weeks now and because of that, I have managed to get the proper rest that I needed.
I suppose while I’m at it, I would also like to thank you for being someone that I could trust and rely on. You can be kind of annoying and hard to handle at times but you were there for me when I needed it and for that, I can’t thank you enough for that. That’s all I really want to say. I’m planning on testing my skills at the Battle Frontier so I might give your Tower a go. I guess I’ll see you there. I hope you’ll stay healthy and happy.
"Look, you're safety is my utmost concern, if he does anything funny, don't hesitate to call me." (Lance to morty about volk)
When Lance had asked him to stay behind after the latest League meeting, Morty can’t help but feel mildly confused. What had Lance wanted to see him about? Nothing in his recent memory suggested that he had done anything wrong and his Gym’s operations were going as smoothly as ever. The only logical conclusion that he could make was that Lance wanted to see him about a personal matter, which would be a mystery on its own.
Morty stood outside of the meeting room, hands stuffed in his pockets as he waited for Lance to emerge. The moment he did, his boss asked him to follow him to his office. Still a bit confused, the blond did as he was told, being nothing more than a quiet shadow gliding behind his boss. It didn’t take long before they reached his office, a moderately sized room that looked like it was being consumed by stacks upon stacks of paper. Lance pushed aside a few on his desk before he sat down, gesturing to the empty seat in front of him.
Once Morty sat down, the question that itched on the tip of his tongue escaped his lips at last. “What’s this all about, Lance?”
The caped man had a serious look, accentuated further from the way he leaned forward, elbows on his desk and his fingers steepled together.
"Look, you're safety is my utmost concern, if he does anything funny, don't hesitate to call me,” Lance said at last, which did little to answer Morty’s question. If anything, it only made more even more confused.
“Wait, who are you talking about?”
Lance leaned more of his weight on his hands, giving him a truly intimidating look. “Word has it that you’ve been seeing a foreign Gym Leader. The eighth Gym Leader from Sinnoh, I believe.”
With that, Morty felt nothing but pure exasperation (and a tiny bit of relief) coursing through him. “Is this what it’s about? Look, I really appreciate the concern but you have nothing to be worried about. We’re just friends.” The for now was left unspoken. “And I can take care of myself.”
Lance seemed to consider his words. “Still, if there is anything wrong, tell me. I care about you and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Morty couldn’t even feel upset at that. He let out a sigh. Lance was just looking out for him, in the end. “... alright, if anything wrong does happen, you’ll be one of the first people I tell it to.”
