#(i dislike you uva)

[bisexualwintermoon]

not to swiftiepost on main but listening to the lakes while seeing the mountains rise up in front of you is a beautiful experience

[leadendeath]

mate. im sitting in the confessional right now with this.

i have a "guilty ?pleasure?"- well, not pleasure exactly, it's just something to background listen to while i do other stuff... so that i don't have to look at the show's art style which i generally do not like much- maybe a better term is a "bad habit"- of putting on peoples' reviews/video essays of the works of someone whose name sounds a lot like "fizziepop".

and let me tell ya.

the combo of the double take/"oh no he's cute" feeling i got when i saw this guy.

i have too much of a mental sickness for this they can't be doing this to me man. i almost had a moment of "......hmmmmaybe i could give the show a try 🤔" weakness. can u guess why. take a guess. a wild one.

help me.

[blazingstar400]

Incorrect Scarlet and Violet Quotes Part 6

Just everybody’s typical school lives.

[Clavell after catching Juliana, Nemona, and Arven riding Koraidon in the school halls]

Clavell: All of you are in big trouble for not only riding Koraidon in the school’s halls, but for also having three people, a very unsafe number, for riding just one Pokémon!

Nemona: Shoot!

Arven: Wait, three?

Clavell: Yes?

Juliana: OH MY GOSH FLORIAN FELL OFF!!!!

[Florian finally shows up to class after missing a few days]

Jacq: Where have you been?

Florian: Asleep.

Jacq: For four days?

Florian: Yeah.

Clavell: Good job, Arven.

Arven: Thanks, dad.

[Everyone freezes]

Arven: Why is everyone staring at me?

Penny: You just called Director Clavell ‘Dad’. You said ‘Thanks, dad’.

Arven: What? No I didn’t!

Clavell: Do you see me as a father figure, Arven?

Arven: No! If anything I see you more as a bother figure because you’re always bothering me!

Saguaro: Hey! Show your father some respect!

Arven: He’s not my dad!

Juliana: I just find it surprising you attached on to Clavell of all people.

Arven: I didn’t! But even if I did, who else would I attach to?!? Raifort?!

Raifort, who is on the far side of the room reading a book: I really don’t appreciate being brought into this discussion.

Arven: You see?!

Juliana: Hmm.

Clavell: Alright, I believe you.

Arven: Thank you!

Clavell: …Son.

Arven:

Clavell: Do you want to talk about this… over a game of catch?

Arven:

Arven: ……I’d like that…

Juliana: Do you ever just see something that changes your life and you’re just like ‘huh’.

Kieran: I saw you.

Juliana: That’s so nice and sweet and it makes this really awkward because I was just gonna show you this drawing Drayton made of Carmine as a monkey.

[The gang about to head out on a field trip]

Cyrano: Now before we take off make sure that all small things are secure.

Drayton: *leaning over to Kieran*

Kieran: What?

Drayton, smirking: Do you feel safe?

Kieran, through gritted teeth: Stop—!

Kieran: Despite what everyone thinks, I don’t actually hate everyone in this class.

Carmine: Are you sure about that…?

Kieran: Well actually Drayton is completely terrible.

Drayton: Ouch.

Kieran: I dislike Crispin because he’s Crispin.

Crispin: Really bro…

Kieran: Juliana was clearly cheating in the training session yesterday.

Juliana: Wha—

Lacey: Juliana winning isn’t called cheating…!

Kieran: Amarys was being particularly annoying this morning.

Amarys: I just said ‘excuse me’ because you were blocking my way…

Kieran: And Florian said ‘It’s not appropriate to yell at other students.’

Carmine: Soo you hate everyone then?

Kieran: Well maybe if all of you stopped being so irritating I might like you better.

[Geeta and Rika being called into Clavell’s office]

Clavell: Juliana got into a fight today.

Geeta: Is she okay?!

Rika: Did she win?!

Juliana: Just forget about it, no one got hurt.

Miriam: You had a concussion!

Juliana: No one got seriously hurt.

Miriam: You were in the ER for six hours!!

[Dendra when she just became a teacher at Uva/Naranja Academy]

Dendra, waking up in a panic: Shoot, I’m late to class!!!

Dendra, lying back down: Eh, but I already gratulated…

Dendra:

Dendra:

Dendra, sitting back up: Shoot, I’m the teacher!!!

Clavell: Florian, did you happen to hear my announcement?

Florian: I hanged onto every word.

Clavell: I’m going to assume that’s sarcasm.

Florian: Correct.

Clavell: So you didn’t hear my announcement?

Florian: I’m barely listening now.

[Juliana after helping Arven and Kieran study for a upcoming test]

Juliana, beaming: Alright guys, I think you’re both ready for that test!

Arven: Great, I just want to test my knowledge real quick. Give me a word.

Juliana: Oh, okay!

Juliana: Um… what’s a synonym for ‘abandonment’?

Arven: Oh, I know this one!

Arven: My childhood!

Juliana: What—?

Kieran:

Kieran: I was going to say something different but actually I second that.

Juliana:

Juliana, tearing up: Aw, you guys—

Nemona: *actually studies, gets good grades*

Juliana: *doesn’t study, still passes*

Arven: *gets Bs*

Florian: *low Cs, doesn’t care*

Penny: *cheats and gets away with it*

Drayton: *cheats, and gets caught*

Crispin: *gets a B-, and is happy*

[At lunch hour]

Juliana: Arven, we’re hungry!

Nemona: Yeah, Arven, we’re hungry!

Carmine: Hurry up, Arven!

Penny: What’s taking so long, Arven?

Florian: Arven, what’s for lunch?

Arven: *screams*

Kieran: Look, I don’t want to talk about it.

Juliana, pulling out a guitar: Would you rather sing about it?

Kieran:

Kieran: You make it so hard for me not to murder you sometimes—

Juliana: Trust fall!

Clavell, from the other side of the room: I’m not going to catch you.

Juliana: Trust. Fall.

Clavell: No.

Juliana: I’m falling!

Clavell, launching himself over the table to catch her: WAIT—!!

Drayton: What are you doing?

Crispin: Homework.

Drayton: There was school today?

Crispin: *nods*

Drayton: I thought it was a long weekend.

Crispin: It’s Thursday.

Drayton: Oh, it’s almost the weekend. No point in going now.

Jacq: Florian is late again.

Penny: I woke him up at 8 and pretended it was 11.

Nemona: I wrote a fake schedule saying we started at 9 instead of 12.

Juliana: I set his clock to PM instead of AM.

Jacq:

Jacq: You all may have overdone it.

Florian, bursting through the door panicked: WHAT YEAR IS IT?!?!

Tyme, walking into the classroom: Alright, so today— *sees ‘Turn down for —’ written on the board*

Tyme, confused: Turn down for what?

[Suddenly ‘Turn Down for What’ blasts through the speakers as the whole class gets up and begins partying]

The sv gang: TURN DOWN FOR WHAT!

Yes both Geeta and Rika grew so attached that they are practically Juliana’s adopted moms lol.

[mira-annabelles-poke-kitchen]

DISCLAIMER: Any discussion of meat on here should be assumed to be synthetic meat or ethically sourced (E.G.: Slowpoke Tails, which fall off naturally without harming the Pokemon). I do not support unnecessary hunting or unethical factory farming.

Hello! I’m Mira Annabelle, a twenty-seven year old travelling chef! I was born in Lumiose City, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to explore the entire world’s culture! Not that I dislike Kalosian food. In fact, I think the abundance of amazing food I got to try growing up was what inspired me to seek out more! Every region has so much amazing food and culture, and my goal is to experience it all!

I am currently working on a cookbook that will focus on fusing various regional foods together, primarily Kalosian and Paldean, as well as some classics from the regions. Please send in suggestions, as learning what you all enjoy will help me narrow my focus.

Currently, I’m enrolled in the Adult Student Program at Uva-Naranja Academy. My project for the Treasure Hunt is, of course, experiencing the cuisine of Paldea! I’m so grateful for the program, as it gives me an opportunity to save on money when it comes to housing. While I’m fine with camping out, I do prefer to have a warm bed available, and hotels can be expensive! I’ve also travelled in Hoenn, Alola, and Galar, and I learned so much about cooking from all of those regions.

Anyway, I’m excited to join Rotomblr and share my culinary journey with all of you!

OOC and Team Under the Cut!

//ooc: Hiya, I'm Xander, 23! I'm a foodie in real life, so I made a blog where I could live vicariously travelling the world and eating tons of good food. Feel free to message me about anything Pokemon or food related, I like making friends!

//Pelliper Mail is on! No magic/mean anons, though!

//Keep it light! No NSFW, nothing heavy, etc.

//Avatar is from this Picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1500446

//Information/Headcanon Document Here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13BRFIWJgT_i8Vj22Rx1VOMCuwwg6e3xm9xsGuVxINZQ/edit?usp=drivesdk

Team:

Coconuts - A Ludicolo who loves to dance along to music while I cook! She's been especially enjoying all the street musicians we've heard in Paldea!

Pie - An Appletun who's one of the laziest dragons I've ever seen! Maybe I spoiled her with snacks as a baby, because good Xerneas, she eats so much!

Vanilla - A Rainbow-Swirl Alcremie that I evolved using a Love Sweet. I was so dizzy when evolving her, but it was work it! She's beautiful and fiesty!

Honey - A Fidough who's been a riot to train! She has so much energy, I swear, she was born to battle!

Oil - A Smoliv, and she's my newest addition to the team. She's such a sleepy girl.

[just-call-me-zinnia]

PKMN IRL Master Post

This post is a list of every single one of my Pokemon IRL blogs. It will lengthen or shorten as I create or delete blogs. Mostly lengthen, probably.

@fox-poke-fanatic: A blog run by Caleb, average college student who wants to become the ultimate expert on fox pokemon.

@aura-acolyte: My take on the protagonist of ORAS, here named Mare Birch. She has Aura Powers and is also the Chosen of Rayquaza, a role that is both poorly defined and well defined. She gets involved in a lot of high stakes stuff. She's also the protagonist of that fanfic I linked.

@the-looker-bureau: A blog focusing on Looker and Emma. In this universe, Looker continued being a private detective and father figure for Emma.

@last-lorekeeper: A blog run by Zinnia, the Lorekeeper of the Draconid people. She's taken up teaching in her spare time.

@twinchampionsofkalos: A blog run by Calem and Serena, who in this universe both take the role of Champion of the Kalos region. Calem's the responsible one while Serena's the more reckless one. Calem is an Acearo malewife and Serena is a Lesbian girlboss and certified disaster gay.

@appeallove: A blog run by Lisia, contest spectacular idol. She's always peppy, never dropping her cheerful demeanor even when mad. She may be one of the scariest people on the planet.

@guardian-ofthe-sky: Rayquaza runs a blog where it tries to play the responsible parent. It's very proud of it's Chosen.

@aqua-magma-official: The account of the reformed Teams Aqua and Magma, run by their twin PR heads Magma Grunt Kai and Aqua Grunt Nicky. Yes, they are genuinely reformed this is not a secret evil plot. Blog is usually low stakes and will not become high stakes of its own accord.

@phantom-flower: A blog for Phoebe, Ghost Type Hoenn Elite Four Member.

@themostspecialestlegendaryever: A blog for Latias, the world's best, most specialest legendary ever.

@pokestar-rosa: A blog for Rosa who decided bring Champion wasn't for her and became an actor instead. It's also an excuse for me to give screenwriting and movie nerd rants.

@landandseaunited: Archie and Maxie are reformed and dating. Good for them.

@kalos-news-network-official: The official blog for the Kalos News Network, run by Malva, Chief Bitch.

@leavesofbattle: A blog for Leaf as an adult.

@naranja-uva-student-council: An AU where all four protags of ScarVio are on the Student Council instead of just Nemona. Inspired by Kaguya-Sama: Love is War.

@shiftingbetweenrealities: As a result of the final showdown at Spear Pillar, Cynthia has found herself cast out into the multiverse, constantly changing universes. Unfortunately, her physical body was not cast into the multiverse, only her mind, so she inhabits the body of whatever Cynthia is native to that universe.

@hoenn-battle-frontier-official: Blog for the Hoenn Battle Frontier, located in LaRousse City, run by Anabel.

@xxcodeveeveexx: Cassiopeia | Any Pronouns | Likes: Veevees, Coding, Anime, Video Games | Dislikes: Social Interactions, Bullies

@lea-hi: "Faller" (not really cause no Ultra Wormholes but I'm the only one who seems to care about the actual definition) blog for Lea from CrossCode.

@friendly-neighborhood-calem: You can call her Callie. Or Cal on boy days. Yes, I made a second Calem blog shut up. This one's the rival, not the protag, so it's different. And also she's gender-fluid.

@its-gonna-be-may: You ever see My Next Life as a Villainess? It's like that but with May.

@maydaysjournal: May's School Counselor suggested that she keep a Diary Journal. Also, her dads are Archie and Maxie.

@special-magma-friends: A blog for Courtney and Tabitha. Courtney chose the blog name.

@asterinspace: A blog for Aster, an astronaut an Astrobiologist living on the Lunala Moon Base.

@miles-edgeworth-official: Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth has found himself trapped in the Pokemon World. Now he has become... Regular Prosecutor Edgeworth.

[aspens-dragons]

how do you feel about naranja-uva academy?

i like it here :D

after like a good 2-3 years here it almost tends to feel like. kind of like. home lite. if that makes sense. like naruva isnt my home but its a good stand in.

i think

if anything tho. the reason for that has to be the people ive met. ive met people i like and people i dislike. maybe even people i love. im very lucky to be here. im very lucky to have gotten to meet them. and i wouldnt be the same person i am now if i hadnt. and i like the person i am now. so i like naruva. does that make sense

[geetasuxlol]

typing this while we wait for the plane to start letting people out.

call me etta. she/her.

i'm a teenager. 13, going on 14.

ex-champion rank trainer of paldea (long story).

currently enrolled in blueberry academy because geeta got me expelled from uva academy (another long story).

my Dad is Larry of the paldean pokemon league. he is awesome and can kick your ass any day.

i can also kick your ass any day.

my team are: Marx, Level 100 Gengar. Whiskers, Level 95 Persian. Popple, level 40 Gholdengo. I also have a baby Igglybuff named Kaabi, but he's not for battling yet.

la primera will pay.

Current Arc: Blueberry Blues

Previous Arcs (chronological order):

The Beginning

The Treasure Hunt

Alolan Escapades

Heyyyyyy, lol. I'm gonna keep OOC posting on here to a minimum, but here's some extra info. Will update as needed.

Etta is a minor. I, the person behind this blog, am not.

Etta's reasons for hating Geeta are personal and she is incredibly loud about it. I the mod dislike Geeta, but I do NOT dislike people who like her. If she's your fave, I'm glad you got something out of her that I couldn't!

Etta's father is Larry of the Paldean Pokemon League.

Etta's mother passed away in childbirth, leaving a distraught single father to raise her.

Larry pushed himself so hard to provide for Etta that he ended up in the hospital due to exhaustion when Etta was nine. He was perfectly okay afterward, but was pushed by both doctors and Etta to quit handling the business affairs of the Paldea Pokemon League. He remains a Gym Leader and an Elite Four member.

Etta used to blame Larry for never being there for her, but since his hospitalization, she has transferred all of that anger to Geeta, viewing her as the sole source of every single problem in her life. Geeta deserves some of this (overworking Larry and being generally unpleasant), but not all of it.

She intended to beat the Paldean Pokemon League to defeat Geeta and put a stop to her, but it backfired horribly and ended with Etta's champion title being revoked.

After Etta ran away to Alola for a week to hang out with Ex-Team Skull, Geeta used her position on the school board to have Etta expelled.

I have a long planned storyline for Etta. We're gonna see if I can work my way through it all before the hyperfixation inevitably dies down and I start doing other things. Until that story is finished, I the writer am going to keep OOC talk to a minimum, as this is meant to be Etta's blog and her thoughts, not mine. After the conclusion of that story, though, I will be much more open to talking OOC about the character and other things on here!

[ramrodd]

Christians DESTROYED my Hypothesis! (Capturing Christianity response)

COMMENTARY:

I know what it is I dislike about Paul Ens is he reminds me of a law professor at Indiana University when I got back from Vietnam and was trying to fashion a Plab B, Plan A being a military career. I knew this guy from before going to Vietnam, He was a major Stud Muffin in the on-campus anti-war movement and he and I had several classes together, one english seminar on Robert Frost and another on American Military History, I was in ROTC and one of the clsases I had Leadership Lab before or after and I cam to class in Class As. It was never an issue and we were cordial enough, but he wne his way and I went mine, My senior year, he was elected Student Body President in a complete upheaval of Campus Society, with the Liberals replacing the Greeks and Jocks at the top of the pile. That happened on all the campuses all over America after the SDS occupied Columbia University, It didn't effect me, directly. I'm an Army brat and I had spent most of my high shcool avoiding the civilian culture however I could. I am an Eisenhower Republican and about as aplitical as Jack Germond was. Anyway, I didn't see this guy after the first semester and then I graduated and went in the Army and got to Vietnam just after Kent State and come back to the world the summer John Denver's cover of Country Roads was in the morning mix. And Maggie May, But, when I go back, I needed a Plan B so my dad and I visited Georetown, UVA and IU law schools to try and wiggle in, I had taken the LSAT in Vietnam and it had been a disaster, but things were looser back then and, if money hadn't been an obstacle, I propably could have been acceted anywhere, It was more of a trup for Dad and I to spend time together. We never once discussed Vietnam but about the Civil War to just enjoy each others company, Anyway, we got to IU and I was inclined to the school, anyway, and we got into an interview with this guy, who was now on the Law School Faculty and I wanted nothing more to do with those smug, self-righeous anti-war ideological goons, Like leaving the Army, it happened in a blink of an eye. I had been on campus when the Hippies became Yippies and tried to burn the library down and when I dot to Vietnam, the Black Power movment and the Weather Undergound had got there before me and when I  got home, I was sitting across the desk talking about law school with a clone of Paul Ens across from me and Paulogia is just another Students for a Democratic Society teach-in like Jimmy Tabor,  It's just more Post Modern Historic Deconstruction where Paul can run off a cliff and doesnt fall until he looks down. Beep, beep, motherfucker, The only difference between you and Stokely Carmichael is natural rithymn. Canadians don't have any.

[cringywhitedragon]

Some more Kill La Uva AU Pokémon headcannons: Aikuro Mikisugi and his Quaquaval

Everyone’s favorite Nudist Beach Agent/Undercover Teacher and in this AU, his goofy water/fighting type overly flamboyant birb

What else am I to say? These two have the “Like Trainer, like Pokémon” dynamic. Just like his trainer, Quaquaval is known to be a show off. Constantly strutting about, tail feathers spread, and striking over the top poses.

Definatley copies his trainer’s routines side-by-side during his whole “nudist beach” spill (Much to the annoyance of Ryuko and however the Protagonist reacts to the scene)

Not a lot of information is known on the two’s backstory or how Aikuro got his hands on him as Aikuro never really goes into much detail on that. What is shown, however, is that he’s had his Quaquaval with him as a Quaxly when he was still working as a scientist alongside with Isshin.

It usually stays in its pokeball most of the time when his trainer was working at Honnoji but now freely runs around the halls of Uva Academy following the Transfer (The alter also goes for nudist beach’s base)l

The water type is well known amongst the staff and students but nobody knows who its trainer is as Mr. Mikisugi is never seen with the Pokémon by his side while he’s in his teacher persona. This has lead to some rumors about the Quaquaval (Not helping the fact that Mr. Mikisugi has earned the nickname “scruffy quaquaval” by certain members of the student body).

Aikuro does have other Pokémon other then his Ace or main team he uses while undercover as to not arouse any suspicion. Most of them are weaker Pokémon, namely a little Duckett he has that his Ace had taken in. It usually sits in his hair during lectures.

Despite it’s usually goofy personality, Quaquaval is know to get serious when the need arises. It also has a particular dislike for messy hair/feathers and will try to groom itself and or it’s trainer’s hair should it not be to the Pokémon’s liking (This has lead to some funny moments, especially when Aikuro is still in his teacher persona)

And to end things off, Satsuki’s Gallade is known to have a dislike over the flamboyant bird Pokémon for just how flashy it can be. Neither two will fight each other since well… you know… but glares are a common exchange.

And a little bonus: “Dōtonbori Robo”

*Angry Quaquaval noises followed by three kicks*

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi could I request head cannons about Arven,penny and Nemona would react to a reader who’s a decedent of a kalos royal family.

Specifically with readers main Pokémon being a furfrou,I’ve always absolutely loved furfrou.the star trim is my favourite.

Furfrou’s Pokédex speaks of how it was a guard dog and trusted friend of kings and royalty,so reader having a furfrou who was specifically bred to be a royal guard dog for her would be really interesting.

Especially with how mabosstif and lycanrock would be around this highly trained,refined Pokémon,lady and the tramp vibes if you will) as we all know Paldea isn’t lacking in puppy Pokémon

Aw yeah!! tbh I never really paid much attention to this Pokémon but I adore the star, heart, and pharaoh trims!

............

Arven

He knew you were born and raised in Kalos, but when you just casually mentioned being of royal descent he's like "?????? you serious???"

Of course he probably won't immediately believe you, but after you pulled up some online information regarding the deeds of a great king (aka your grandfather)....he's impressed.

But he still wonders why you'd transfer to an academy like Uva/Naranja and not some pristine "elite" school.

You simply tell him that life wasn't for you.

When you invite him over for a study session one day, Arven did a double-take when he was greeted by your Furfrou--specifically one with a Star trim.

He realizes "ohhh so you're that rich."

All is well until he jokingly says "of course, Your Majesty" when you ask him to get something.

Furfrou, being within earshot, legit thought he was mocking your royal lineage and gave him the side-eye glare the entire time.

Not to mention they disliked the scruffy dark-type dog he brought with him, literally looking Mabosstiff up and down as though to say "where's your class?"

It definitely become like a Lady & the Tramp situation between the two, with him trying to show Furfrou that it's okay to run around and have fun during picnics.

They worry about getting dirt on their fur, but you're always there to wash it off as gently as possible.

Meanwhile Mabosstiff's shaking the water off his fur, sending droplets everywhere....which doesn't amuse Furfrou in the slightest when they land on them.

You and Arven laugh about it anyways.

Nemona

She's flabbergasted as you explained your royal heritage, with her 100% believing you on the spot.

"Wow!!! You certainly don't look it, but that's awesome!!"

Is even more amazed after you show her Furfrou--your longtime companion bred to be your royal guard dog.

Seeing that you gave them the Heart trim made her almost squeal in happiness. It's just amazing! She's standing in the face of royalty!!!

Ofc Furfrou's gonna eat up this praise, impressing her in battle and taking out her Pokémon with style.

When she sends out Lycanroc, they pause for a moment and look at you like "????" bc last time you both saw a Lycanroc, it was red and had a nasty temper.

But this one was tan and brown with a certain calmness to herself, battling fairly and not taking her defeat like a sore loser (very much unlike the Midnight Lycanroc), bowing respectfully to both the victor and you.

And that's all it took for the two doggos to become good friends from there on!

Tbh the only thing that irks Furfrou is Nemona's constant nagging for battles and asking you a billion questions about their line.

Being naturally trained to defend your family's honor, if she gets into your personal bubble too much or asks too many questions about your heritage, they'll just glare at her until she takes the hint.

She's mostly oblivious to this, however.

Penny

She can see somebody like Ortega owning a Furfrou if he ever went to Kalos.

But you, the new transfer student who looked like any other person, just casually has a natural Furfrou as your main Pokémon??

'That's impossible..' She thinks...until she researched different Kalosian royal families and eventually saw the one with your surname.

You and Furfrou startled the poor girl when you popped into the computer room and saw the webpage she was on, chuckling and shaking your head.

"Y'know..you could've just asked me."

"...I didn't wanna sound stupid in case I was wrong about you.." She admitted, flustered.

Although she knows your royal heritage now, she doesn't really treat you any differently.

It surprises you, considering you've noticed how many people changed their entire perception of you when they find out. Tbh that's the main reason you moved out of Kalos and came to Paldea--for a fresh start where very few folks knew your past.

So...it's a nice change of pace.

Knowing Penny, she'll keep it a secret unless you're ready to tell your other friends.

She's just grateful you're not a descendant of the Paldean King

Although she doesn't own any dog Pokémon, her Eeveelutions (some of whom are like canines, in a way) were ecstatic to meet your Furfrou!

Out of all of them, they definitely get along best with Espeon and Sylveon for sure.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

chapter 5 - same boat (b.r.b)

a/n: this chapter has been months in the making and i owe it to both @struggling-with-delia​ and @gretagerwigsmuse​ for sitting through all of my thoughts. this aligns itself pretty closely with graduation blues. i hope you enjoy! 

summary: A Navy gala and a run-in with people from their past forces Rooster and Sunshine to confront their feelings. 

partially inspired by lizzy mcalpine’s “same boat”

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | flight risk masterlist | chapter 4 - past mistakes | chapter 6 - hate to be lame but i might love you

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warnings: swearing, angst, jealous Bradley, i picked a dress because i wanted to make one singular joke about Beauty and the Beast, i have a personal vendetta against men named Noah i’m sorry, i have so many head canons about the UVA years and this chapter is just teeming with bits and pieces of them,

word count: 4,939

"Sunshine?” He calls, buttoning the second pair of cufflinks on his dress blues as he walks out of his bedroom. “You almost ready to go?”

"Yeah, just give me a minute.” She calls back from behind the closed guest bedroom door. 

“No worries, we’ve got time.” 

He lets out a deep breath as he sticks his hands in his pockets, trying to shake the nerves from his shoulders as he leans up against the wall next to the door of the guest bedroom.

Galas and banquets gave him nerves even at the best of times, even after years of Navy service. He was sure he could think of a million better ways to spend the night than with his superior officers and men with higher ranks he wasn’t even sure he’d reach. 

But tonight Sunshine was joining him, and for however nervous he was, he was sure her nerves would be triple. The scrutiny and pressure on them to sell the lie tonight had been growing tenfold in the days since Ice and Maverick had found out and he knew his friend shouldered a lot of it. 

“Shit.” He hears from the other side of the door, pulling him out of his thoughts. Pushing himself off the wall, he knocks on the door. 

“Everything good?” 

There's the sound of something fumbling and then the door unlocking. “Yeah, just...” The door opens, catching him off guard as he takes in the flowy yellow material. “Can you do the clasp on the back of my dress? I can’t seem to get it.” You’re turning around before he can even respond, which is fine by him, because he’s not so sure he has words at that moment. 

You pull your hair to one side, revealing the partially open back. He fumbles with the clasp, fingers itching to run themselves over your spine and shoulder blades as he straightens out the straps at the top of the dress. He takes a deep breath at the thought, stepping back. You let your hair fall to the side as you step back, doing a little spin. “So? What do you think?” 

His eyes look over you, brain going fuzzy at the sight of you in the dress. “You look...” 

Wow is the only word his brain is supplying him with at the moment. 

You must mistake his silence for dislike of the dress, because you’re talking again before he can try to clear the fuzziness from his brain to give you a proper answer. “Is it too much? God, I told Phoenix that yellow wasn’t a good color but white felt too much like a wedding and black felt like a funeral and Navy blue just felt like overkill even though Phoenix reminded me that technically to everyone else we’re married and Hangman told me the other one looked like a nightgown-”

“Hangman saw the dress?” He asks abruptly at the thought that Jake saw you in the dress before he did. Helped you pick it out even. 

There was a little prickle of jealousy at the back of his throat at the thought, causing him to cough and clear his throat. You shrug. “Kind of. Phoen- Nat-” You amend, taking a little pause as you take a breath clearly meant to steady your nerves, “-Nat was helping me try on a bunch of dresses and she sent that one to him for a second opinion. It was vetoed obviously. You’re the first person to see this one.” You say, finally looking back up to him. 

“Yellow’s definitely your color, huh?” He jokes, still feeling a little fuzzy looking at you in the dress that hugs your hips just right. 

You let out a small laugh, letting your hair fall to your back. “Definitely one of my favorites. And it has pockets.” 

It’s his turn to give a little laugh as he watches you stick your hands into the pockets of the dress just to show him. “You and your pockets.” He says, shaking his head, thinking back to the dress you wore the night you met Uncle Ice for the first time. 

“Hey, I won't buy a dress without them.” You look up at him, clasping your hands together behind your back. “You sure it’s okay?” You ask, biting your lip. 

He nods, taking a step closer to you. “You look...” He swallows, his throat suddenly feeling dry. “Perfect.” He whispers. “You look perfect.” 

-

Bradley’s hand slips into yours as the two of you enter the large ballroom. You take in the bar in the far corner of the room, the countless tables along with the long banquet table filled with refreshments. You spot Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, and Bob near the bar, one of the few people already there. 

Bradley squeezes your hand as the two of you walk towards them. Payback spots you first, waving a hand in greeting as the other men turn to face you. “Hey man.” He calls, nudging Bradley as the both of you reach the group. “You clean up nice.” 

Bradley lets out a little chuckle. “You too, man.” 

“Your hair looks nice Sunshine.” Coyote comments. You reach up, brushing your hands through it as you feel your cheeks warm. 

“Thanks, Bob did it.” 

The four other men swivel to the lanky man, who shrugs awkwardly. “I have four sisters. It comes with the territory.” 

Fanboy turns back to you, taking in your dress one more time before letting his eyes flicker to Bradley as he lets out a little chuckle, shaking his head. “You know, the two of you kind of look like Beauty and the Beast, with the yellow and the blue.”

You tilt your head in consideration of his words. “You know what... I’ll take that. Belle always was one of my favorite princesses growing up.” 

“Really?” Bradley asks in surprise, crossing his arms. 

“Yeah.” You shrug. “Always saw a lot of myself in her.” 

He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t follow.” 

You take a step closer to him, a teasing smile on your face as you resist the urge to reach out and place your hands on his waist. “You know, loner, always has her head in a book-”

“Sounds like someone I knew in college.” A voice says from behind you, causing you both to turn. 

“Eli?” Bradley questions, arms falling to his sides, at the same time your eyebrows furrow, letting out a quizzical “Bailey?” 

The two smile at you from where they’re standing a few feet away. Your eyes travel down to their clasped hands, the glinting diamond on Bailey’s hand, as Bradley clears his throat. “What- what are the two of you doing here?” 

Eli smiles. “I work for the Navy now.” 

“Since when?” Bradley asks, confusion clear in his voice. 

Eli shrugs. “For a while now. Went back to school for a Masters in Computer Science after I decided my Business degree was useless. Now I do all the Navy’s high-tech, classified coding shit.” 

“And we’re married now.” Bailey says, letting Eli’s hand go as she easily slides into his side. 

“What?” The two of you almost shout, earning you a sidelong look from the bartender, who’s a few feet away. 

Bailey snorts. “Now you know how the two of us felt when you told us you got married.” 

“But you hated the military.” You say, still struggling to catch up the news. “Like... it was one of your core values to never date within the military.” 

She shrugs, leaning her head on Eli’s chest. “Well, what can I say? You make sacrifices for the one you love. And hey, the health benefits aren’t too bad either.” 

Bradley takes a half-step towards you, reaching out for your hand, before you both realize that she’s not making a subtle dig at the two of you, but rather that she really just enjoys the benefits. 

“Anyways, you gonna introduce us, Bradshaw?” Eli asks, waving a hand to the four men behind you. He glances at them, clearing his throat. 

“Oh yeah. Guys, this is Bailey and Eli, friends of ours from UVA. Eli, Bailey, this is Coyote and Payback, and his WSO Fanboy, and then my good friend Bob.” The men give variations of nods and raised hands in greeting. “Met them on a special detachment a little while ago. We’re stationed out here permanently.” 

Eli raises his eyebrows. “Oh, so you’re one of the sons-of-bitches I had to get dressed up to celebrate?”

“That’d be me.” 

“You know, I didn’t actually think the two of you’d stay married.” Bailey says. You swallow as Bradley squeezes your hand. “Thought you’d crash and burn like every other too-fast military marriage. Guess I was wrong.” 

“Never thought I’d hear you say those words.” Bradley remarks, eliciting an eye-roll from Bailey. Coyote claps Bradley on the shoulder. 

“Hey, I think Maverick’s here.” 

Bradley sighs. “We should go say hi.” He nods to Bailey and Eli. “C’mon, I’ll introduce you.” 

The group of you walk over to the table that Maverick is occupying with Hangman and Phoenix. You’re quick to slip down into a chair next to them, Bradley following as he sits on the other side of you, arm coming to rest on the back of your chair. “Uncle Mav, this is Eli and Bailey, friends of Sunshine and mine from UVA. Eli, Bailey, this is my godfather and instructor Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.” 

Maverick offers them a small smile, reaching out to shake their hands as they sit at the table, along with the rest of the crew. “Pleasure to meet you both.” 

Eli returns Maverick’s handshake enthusiastically. “Pleasure to meet you, sir. I’ve only ever heard good things about you. You’re kind of a legend around these parts.” Maverick chuckles, waving a hand. 

Hangman leads forward, smirking. “So you guys go all the way back? You must have some embarrassing stories for us about Bradshaw?” 

Eli chuckles, shaking his head. “Bro code, man. I ain’t telling you shit.” 

“I’m not a bro. One time, Bradley threw a snowball at her head.” Bailey states. 

Maverick turns to stare at him, eyebrows raised. “Brad.”

“She threw one at me!” Bradley defends. 

“Only after you threw one at me.” You say, nudging him. 

Bradley rolls his eyes as Bailey chuckles. “I’m not the one who has all the embarrassing stories about Bradshaw, but I could tell you plenty of embarrassing stories about Sunshine, if you wanted.” Her tone is light, only meant to tease. 

Nat raises an eyebrow. “Spill.” You nudge Natasha’s knee with yours as she offers you an amused smile. 

Bailey chuckles again, shoulders shaking. “Okay, let me think. One time, she dated this really awful guy who was mediocre at best. The really embarrassing part was that he truly believed to his core he was John Lennon reborn - and she still put up with him until he dumped her 4 months later.” 

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “That’s your embarrassing story? My shitty ex-boyfriend?” 

“What was his name, I can never remember. Nate? Nathan?” Eli asks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

“Noah.” Bradley supplies, causing you to swing your head towards him. 

“Why do you remember that?” 

He shrugs. “He was a dick.” 

Eli snaps his fingers, nodding. “That was it. He was an ass. I lost track of the amount of times we’d be at Tommy’s apartment and you started crying.” 

“He broke my heart!” You say defensively, cheeks warming. 

“He was gross.” Bailey comments. “At least you finally ended up with someone half-way decent, like Bradshaw.” 

“I still can’t believe you guys stayed married.” Eli says, shaking his head. “I could’ve sworn Brad had a girlfriend when he went to Top Gun. I feel like I saw a Facebook post about it.” 

Ah, the infamous Top Gun girlfriend. 

Bradley narrows his eyes. “No, I didn’t Eli. And shut up.” 

Eli ignores him. “Why can I never remember anyone’s name? It started with an L, I swear.” 

“Lily.” Nat coughs.

“Yeah, Lily! What happened to her?”

Bailey nudges Eli. “Be quiet.” She hisses. 

You roll your eyes, ignoring Eli’s comments about Bradley’s ex-girlfriend, although it does make you squirm that you now have a name for someone who had previously just been a mystery figure. “If we’re talking about surprises, I feel like we should talk about the fact that the two of you got married.” You say, eyeing the pair across the table from you. 

“Less surprising than when you and Bradshaw got married.” Eli mutters, fixing his jacket. “Get a phone call from Brad one day going, ‘Hey Sunshine and I got married! Can we throw a party?’” 

Bradley stands up abruptly, chair skidding across the floor as all eyes turn to him. “I’m going to get something to drink. Sunshine, do you want anything?” You nod, as he moves away from the table, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. 

“Did you have to bring up Noah?” Eli says quietly. “You remember how much he hates that guy.” 

“You were the one who brought up Lily-”

“Bradley hates Noah? Why?” You interrupt their whispered bickering, suddenly confused. 

Eli raises an eyebrow. “C’mon, Sunshine, you’re a smart girl. That guy was an ass and Bradshaw was always so clearly enamored with you. He was jealous.” 

You want to protest, ask them what are you talking about he wasn’t jealous, but quickly remember that they don’t know you lied about the reason you got married in the first place. Of course to Eli and Bailey, Bradley’s dislike (because you wouldn’t classify his distaste for your ex as hatred) appeared as jealousy. 

You clear your throat. “Right. Well, why don’t you fill me in on everyone else? What has everyone been up to since graduation?”

Bailey tilts her head, thinking. “Well, let’s see. Kade’s up in your neck of the woods; he’s in D.C. Doing some work on Capitol Hill, I think, although I can’t say he enjoys it all that much. And Madison disappears into the wilderness a lot, I hear from her like... every seven months or so when she re-appears from wherever she’s been? Blake is in Montana, I think? Oh, and Tommy and his kids are out in New York. Ever since the divorce-”

You waved a hand, shaking your head. “Wait, divorce? He and Ella got divorced?” 

Eli nods, confirming your question. “Yeah, Ella and Tommy got divorced about seven or eight years back. They’re great as co-parents, though. El has the kids for the school year out here since she works some fancy corporate lawyer job in LA. And Tommy gets them during the summer since he works out in Manhattan.” 

Your chest aches, hearing about all of your old friends who’s lives had moved on without you. “It’s good that he’s done so well for himself.” 

Eli nods. “Yeah, we all visit them during the summer, to give Tommy some time off. The kids love their aunts and uncles. It’s actually how me and Bailey came together.” 

You want to return the fond smile Eli has on his face, thinking of their little family, but your chest still feels tight, making it difficult to breath. “I think I’m, um- I think I’m gonna see if Bradley needs any help with the drinks.” 

“We’ll try not to say anything too embarrassing about you or Bradshaw.” Eli calls as you turn, striding towards Bradley. 

He’s leaned up against the side of the bar, chatting with one of the bartenders as more and more people trickle in to the event. He catches sight of you walking towards him and something must show on your face because he frowns, standing a little straighter. 

“Hey, everything okay?” He asks once you reach him. 

You give a half-shrug, talking the drink he slides across the bar to you. “Eh, I just... I made the mistake of asking Bailey and Eli about what everyone’s been up to since graduating. Did you know Tommy got a divorce?” 

“Tommy was married?” 

“Apparently.” 

“To Ella or...” 

You nod. “Yeah. According to Eli, they got divorced seven or eight years ago. I knew Tommy had a couple of kids, just from social media and stuff, and I just... you know it sucks to hear how their lives all moved on just fine without me in it. I’ve always known it but to hear them say it out loud....” You pause, taking in a deep breath. “It just kinda hurt, which maybe is silly but-”

He shakes his head, reaching up to place his hands on your shoulders. “It’s not silly. I know how close you were to them.” 

“I don’t know about close, I think the only reason I started getting invited ‘round was because Bailey felt sorry for me after Noah dumped me.”

He frowns. “Well, even if that was the case, which I don’t think it was, I’m glad she did because it brought you to me.” 

The words make your heart flutter in your chest as you look up into his eyes. You struggle to come up with the words to respond, a certain vulnerability appearing in the air as the two of you stand there. 

“Sunshine-”

“Lieutenant Bradshaw.” 

Bradley’s eyes tear away from yours as he looks up to who’s addressing him. You turn to see two men in uniform standing there as Bradley hands move back up to rest on your shoulders. 

“Admiral Simpson, Admiral Bates, it’s good to see you, sirs.” Bradley says as he adjusts his posture. “This is my wife.” He says, introducing you to the two men you recognize by name as his commanding officers. 

A flash of surprise crosses Admiral Simpson’s face at Bradley’s introduction of you as his wife, but it disappears as quickly as it comes, the man schooling his features into a more stoic expression, reaching out to shake your hand. 

The conversation that progresses over the next few minutes becomes distant and fuzzy—something about Bradley’s accomplishments despite using unorthodox methods—as Bradley thumbs begin to slowly rub along your shoulder blades. Your back is pressed to his chest as he talks, making it hard for you to breathe as you focus on what is probably a subconscious movement of his. 

At least, you think it’s subconscious. 

-

“Hey.” 

You look up to see Nat standing in front of you, offering you a small smile. “Hi.” 

“Needed an escape?” 

You shrug, eyes flickering back to the big wooden doors of the ballroom. “Yeah, I just needed a breather. It’s been just... overwhelming and the nights not over yet.” 

The night had been full of talking to official after official, being in close proximity to Bradley, as you both talked about your lives, trying so hard to sell a lie to these people. The night was far from over, with at least another hour and the drive back to the house awaiting for you. 

It had been a lot, to say the least.

She nods, sitting down next to you. “Yeah, I get that. Sometimes I tell people I have to go use the bathroom just to get away for a few minutes.” 

You chuckle. “Yeah, I could see that.”

“Actually, I’m glad I found you out here though because I wanted to talk to you.” 

You raise an eyebrow, adjusting your dress as you pull your legs up to sit criss-cross on the bench. “Yeah?” 

She nods. “Yeah, I just... I just wanted to say I’m sorry for naming Lily earlier. I- I didn’t know if you knew about her and I- it was wrong of me to do that, especially since I don’t think you guys ever told the truth to Bailey and Eli.” 

You shrug. “It’s okay. I- Admiral Kazansky mentioned something a few weeks ago about her and it’s not fair for me to get jealous or insecure considering Bradley’s not even interested in me, you know?” 

She takes a deep breath, looking at you for a moment as she clearly evaluates her next words. “You know, in the years I’ve known him, Bradshaw has had a handful of long-term partners. Lily is just one of them, and I remember her well because she was at our Top Gun graduation. He and I shipped out on deployment together not long after, and she dumped him two months in. They dated for almost a year and a half, year and seven months. And he... he was never really torn up about the loss of his partners, especially not Lily, despite that fact she loved that boy so much. They all truly loved Rooster but he was never able to fully commit to them.” 

“If he wanted to get a divorce he could’ve just told me, I never wanted to stand in the way of his happy ending.” You mutter, shifting uncomfortably at the thought that you had been the reason he’d never settled down. 

She shakes her head. “No, that wasn’t it. I mean yes, he couldn’t legally get married to them, but marriage was never the issue. I don’t even think he ever talked about marriage as possibility with most of them. It was... How do I put this?” She says, pausing as she thinks for a moment. “No matter how much they loved him, he was never able to bring himself to reciprocate. No matter how much he enjoyed being with them, he’s never really loved them.” She swallows, reaching out to take your hand. “And I’m not saying these things to hurt you or bring up his past partners. I’m telling you this because despite his past relationships in the years I’ve known him, I have never seen him look at anybody the way he does you. He looks at you like you hung the moon and stars just for him, like he’d give you the whole world on a silver platter if you asked him to.” 

The words make your throat tighten as tears prick at your eyes. “Nat, I really don’t- He and I- Looks mean very little when actions don’t line up.”

She tilts her head. “I agree, however, here’s the thing about my best friend.” She squeezes your hand, offering you an amused smile. “For however much I love him, he’s actually a very stupid boy.” 

Her words punch a laugh out of you, causing you to bow your head. “Maybe so. But sometimes I just think that if we were meant to be, we would’ve been by now, you know?” 

She hums, face skeptical. “Maybe. But in the years I’ve known him, he’s always lived life with an extreme amount of caution. I don’t think this is any different. I just don’t think he wants to hurt you. I just... I know that half-happy isn’t enough for you anymore and I know that friendship isn’t enough anymore either.” 

You carefully remove your hand from hers, shrugging as you fix an already straightened strap on your dress. “It’s not that I’m half-happy or that friendship isn’t enough but I just... when this is all said and done, he has no reason to be my friend anymore, you know? He might say we’ll still be friends but I know that’s more to not hurt my feelings than anything else. I won’t talk to him this time next year and his life will have moved on.”  

She sucks in a deep breath. “You really think that?” 

“It’s just a fact, Phoenix. Everyone’s lives move on without me in them; his is no different.”

She opens her mouth, a determined look in her eye making it clear she intends to argue with your words, but whatever she wants to say is interrupted by the ballroom doors opening, revealing a frustrated Bradley followed by Eli trailing after him. 

“Eli, for the last time, you’re mad about something that didn’t happen.” Bradley says firmly, turning on his heel. Eli pauses, eyes flitting between you and Bradley. 

You know an instant exactly what they’re fighting about. 

“I should go intervene.” You mutter to Phoenix, standing from the bench and striding towards Bradley and Eli. 

You’ve just barely taken Bradley’s hand again when he takes a deep breath. “Eli, we were brothers, man. And you tossed that all out for something that never even happened. So yeah, sorry that my feelings are still hurt all these years later.”

Eli shakes his head, eyes gazing over you for a moment before they return to Bradley’s. “You could’ve just told me man.” 

“He did, Eli.” You protest, feeling the need to defend Bradley’s actions rising in you. 

“No, he didn't. Because we tried for years to get the two of you together, waited for years for the two of you to figure your shit out and I find out you went and got married over a phone call. As your best friend, I thought I would’ve been there. But the two of you kept us in the dark until after it was all said and done, because fuck your friends right?” 

Eli’s chest heaves as he and Bradley stare at each other for a moment before Eli shakes his head, walking towards the exit. The two of you stand there for a minute more as you look up at Bradley cautiously, the tic in his jaw straining against his skin. You’re struck with the thought to reach up and smooth it out, causing you to shake your head. 

“Bradley-” You whisper softly, breaking the silence. You aren’t sure what you’re going to say, anything that will make him feel better, make up for being the reason him and Eli aren’t friends anymore. 

“Do you want to go dance?” He asks, cutting you off before you get the chance to say whatever is was that was meant to comfort him. 

You swallow at the thought of being so close to him, so intimately. “Why don’t we just go back home?” 

You realize your Freudian slip after it’s already out over you mouth and mean to take it back, to say the house instead of home, because it’s not your home, when Bradley nods, exhaling through his nose. 

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

-

The car is quiet, Bradley having turned the ignition off as the two of you sit there. You’ve been sitting there long enough that you’ve already reached down to slip off your heels, not wanting to wear the death traps any longer. 

“You okay?” You ask quietly, looking at the way the moonlight reflects of his face, somehow making him even more handsome then he already is. 

He shifts, shrugging, as he finally looks over to you. “I think I’m still just processing the fact that Bailey and Eli got married.” 

You let out a laugh at the words. “No, me too.” 

“No, because what the fuck was that? They were at each other’s throat for all of college, how in the world were they the ones to end up together?” 

You laugh harder, nodding your ehad in agreement. “Don’t forget about the fact that Bailey’s probably going to rip Eli a new one for bringing up Lily because as far as they know he just revealed that you cheated on me.” 

“I know! What was that?!” He shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face. “I mean, they got married when all they could ever do was tolerate each other for...” He pauses, something clicking in his brain. 

“For what?” You prompt, curious about what conclusion he’s come to. 

“For us.” He mutters. 

Something heavy settles in your chest at the thought. 

He shakes his head, clearing the thought from his head. “We should go inside, it’s late.” You nod, slipping out of the car and following him inside the house. It’s only after the front door is shut and locked that he speaks again. “Thanks for coming tonight.” He says, standing by the door to the living room. 

You turn from your spot on the bottom step, meeting his eye. “Of course.” You say, offering him a soft smile. 

A comfortable silence settles in between the two of you and with that, a change in the air. You look at him, really seeing the way he’s looking at you, like there’s something more he wants to say, and for a brief moment, you wonder what it might be like to tell him. To say it, to put it out there, lay everything on the table. 

I love you. 

The words feel heavy on your tongue. 

He watches you carefully, wanting to invite you into the kitchen for a cup of coffee, to not let the night end just yet, to say all the things he’s never said, to finally voice all the feelings he’s kept so hidden for so many years.

To talk about all of the things you need to talk about. 

He understands now, maybe more than ever before, that the two of you have never really been just friends. 

But as he looks at you, he hesitates. Is this what you really want? He didn’t want to trap you in the house if you didn’t return the feelings, the divorce not yet finalized. 

The words feel heavy on your tongue as you watch him suddenly hesitate. The visible look on his face is enough to make you pull back from your fantasies, from your hopes. It’s enough to make you want to dash off into your room, no, the guest room, because this isn’t your house. You are only a guest. 

“Well, I think I’m going to go to bed.” You whisper. 

He sighs, nodding. “Good night, Sunshine. Sleep tight.” 

[peachypede]

Small update. Daphne, his heracross, is now a regular colored Heracross because I wanted to give Pecha a shiny Heracross. (Can you tell my favorite shiny is Heracross kfgjsdkf)

Voice Claim: TBD

Battle Theme: Battle! Bug Type Expert by Maxo

Height: 6'2" (187 cm)

Weight: 245 lbs (111 kg)

Birthday: May 1st

Current Residence: Nimbasa, Unova

Likes: Bug types, Camping, Hiking, Foraging, Wilderness survival, wrestling pokemon, seeing his kids succeed in any way, Educating others on how to properly care for bug-types, learning new things about bugs!

Dislikes: hatred and mistreatment of bug-types, professors who act like they know everything

Fears: His kids ending up in a relationship that hurts them

Born in Hammerlocke, Galar to emotionally distant but wealthy parents, Calhoun often spent much time in the wild area befriending wild pokemon. He particularly became hyper fixated on bug types to the point that when he grew up, he decided to work towards being a pokemon professor (which required apprenticeship under a professor) but also wanted a doctorate in entomology (which requires traditional education) so Calhoun would juggle a lot of time between apprenticing for Professor Magnolia in Postwick then commuting to school back in Hammerlocke.

Though Proffessor Magnolia tried to convince him to continue her study on dynamax phenomena and his parents attempted to force him into the family's big investment business, Cal's heart longed for travel instead. When he graduated at 28 with a doctorate, he would leave Galar to go studying bug types abroad. It was during these travels that he would meet a woman in Unova named Persim Rodriguez. They would very quickly get married and soon after had their first child, a daughter they named Pecha.

Calhoun would become confused by Persim's sudden change in behavior after Pecha was born. Instead of kind, fun, and loving she would become easily frustrated with him to the point of screaming. Not only that, she'd rather leave most of the childcare to either Cal or her parents, Trueno and Leppa. At first, Cal thought that this was just due to the stress of becoming a new mother so he pushed through, but the behavior continued to the point where Persim began actively abusing Cal and neglecting her children. It would come to a head when Persim left the two children in the car during a summer day. Cal was quick to divorce Persim and gained full custody of his children and the three of them would move in with Trueno and Leppa, who had disowned their daughter and offered to help Cal raise the kids.

Cal embraced the new freedom he had with his kids and would take them on lots of trips. He loved having them with him when he was studying bugs instead of them being stuck inside at home. However, once they were teens, Leppa would approach Cal and tell him that they should attend school. It was difficult for Cal, but he decided to enroll them in Naranja-Uva Academy and, being a bit of a over-protective father, he also applied to be the biology teacher there and would stay as the biology teacher until Rawst graduated.

With his children all grown up, Cal suddenly found himself a bit aimless. He would help them through the tough times both of them would have attempting to find what they wanted to do but Cal couldn't help but realize he was in the same boat. Taking a note out of Rawst's book, Cal decided to start not only a youtube channel but a small bug type foster center as well where he would make youtube videos on how to properly care for bug type pokemon.

[twin-blazing-hatchlings]

💚💜Introduction

[Ooc post will be in brackets] || 💚Juno's responses will start with green hearts, 💜Samir's will be purple. All basic DNI rules. Main blog is @deerdeardarling]

[Hello! And welcome to the Zahhak-Laventon twins, Juno & Samir!]

[These two are my ocs I made for Scarlet & Violet, and If you couldn't tell by now these two are my KBDN/truerivalshipping next gens!! In this au ScVi takes place years after SwSh]

[Info for them both will be below their pictures, Juno's left Samir's right]

Juno & Samir Zahhak-Laventon

Ages: 14

Birthday: December 15th

Ethnicities: Galarian/Sinnohian(& Arabic)

Hometown: Hammerlock, Galar

Current residence: Cabo Poco, Paldea

School: Uva Academy

Friends: 💚Nemona, 💜Arven, Penny

💚Juno's Likes: Battle strategies, Math, water type pkmn, private battles, sweet & savory foods

💚Juno's dislikes: Going somewhere alone, coarse textures(like a nailfile), humidity, bug type pkmn

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💜Samir's likes: Gardening/Scavenging, Biology, ghost/psychic type pkmn, spicy & sour foods,

💜Samir's dislikes: Cameras/Pictures, crowded places, slimy textures, having no reception

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[ picrew used below]

[This post will update as and when. But please ask away!]

[knoxsunday]

Crash Into You | Chapter One

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC Female Character

Summary: The Dagger Squadron's new flight surgeon, Lt Jess Harris has disliked Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw since college. Now that she's the Dagger's flight surgeon, she can no longer avoid Rooster and their contentious past.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: some cussing

A/N: Hello! There's a lot of exposition here, so bare with me on this first chapter. And as a disclaimer, I know very little about medicine and the military so anything in here is literally from looking stuff up and skimming wiki articles. Thank you for reading ♥

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

I'll get this out in the open: I didn't exactly care for Rooster and I'm certain he doesn't like me either. We matriculated at UVA together, though rarely ever crossed paths aside from various house parties mostly because I was on the pre med track and he was a political science major. There were some distinct moments that I always reference as reasons as to why Bradley Bradshaw is The Worst.

The first was the three weeks I was taking Intro to Poli Sci for some extra credits. Bradley rarely participated in class except when arguing the other side of an issue I had voiced my own opinion on. In the span of three weeks, we had gotten into five heated debates, all of which ended in the professor having to step in just to move the class along. And Bradley never failed to look smug when lobbing his counterpoints across the room, like he was toying with me. I ended up dropping the class because my workload that semester turned out to be oppressive and something had to give.

He found me in the library a few weeks after our last class together and asked if I chickened out of the course because he was the superior orator. I told him his views were too simplified and that he relied too much on emotional arguments. Bradley's counter argument was I leaned too heavily on data and facts when in reality geopolitics are more nuanced. I might have insulted his intelligence and he probably called me callus. The details have gotten fuzzy over time. But I definitely remember flipping him off. He just laughed and gave me two middle fingers right back.

The second was sophomore year when he and his friends woke up half my apartment floor looking for someone who didn't even live in my building. I had pulled an all-nighter the day before and had really been looking forward to getting some much needed rest. But no! Bradley and his merry group of drunks woke me up yelling for Emily or Emma or something. I stormed out of my apartment and gave them a piece of my mind. Instead of apologizing for the ruckus, Bradley tried to flirt his way around my sleep deprived fury - the audacity. There was no way he thought I was actually "lookin' good", what with my ratty t-shirt and old gym shorts, pony tail falling out of its elastic tie and days old mascara smudges under my eyes. But his smirky smile didn't falter and I swear I caught him looking at my chest instead of listening to my noise complaint.

Ugh, men.

Had I not already developed a dislike for Bradley at this point, I might have given him a pass. (College kids are allowed to let off steam and it was just after midterms, after all.) Bradley was definitely cute in his college days: kind, brown eyes and an easy smile; dark, wavy hair that flopped over his forehead on one side. His face was a bit boyish, still in transition from teenager to adulthood. He was easy to spot, too. Bradley's fondness for Hawaiian shirts made him stick out in a crowd. That and he was easily six foot, if not taller. But no such luck with me, oh no. No amount of Bradshaw Charm could get him off my shit list that night.

I saw him the most at parties after that, wherein I learned we are both extremely competitive and don't take losing beer pong well. I lost count of the number of drunken rematches, but we had earned a reputation for quarreling over anything if left alone for too long. My roommate banned me from playing party games my junior year. This coincided around the time Bradley and my roommate were 'dating' but 'not dating'. I made myself very scarce those long four weeks. They broke up after Bradley said he didn't want anything serious - which is how all of his relationships were rumored to end. I sat with my roommate as she cried into a value size tub of cheese puffs, offering to kick him in the nuts next time I saw him. She never took me up on the offer.

More recently, of course, there was the time we crossed paths on a carrier post-college. I was doing a two week rotation on the USS Ford as a fresh faced flight surgeon. Rooster was still trying to stake his claim as the best naval aviator in his squad and had beat out a few of his other squadron members for a high profile mission. The morning of the mission came and his commanding officer pulled him because he looked like he was about to pass out when he showed up for the final debrief. When he came down to the clinic, he was sweating profusely due to a high fever and had a nasty cough. I had been the on duty surgeon, unfortunately for both of us. Neither knew the other was on board, making the entire exam one of the more excruciatingly long moments in my adult life. We exchanged awkward, stiff pleasantries and I gave him the bad news that he had the flu which meant I couldn’t clear him to fly. Like seemingly all pilots I've met, he had something to prove and did not take the news well. He stormed out after some unkind words and I didn’t see him the rest of the time I was on the Ford.

His career obviously didn’t take the meteoric blow like he claimed through a stuffy nose several years ago. Rooster had graduated first out of Top Gun, was a well respected and decorated pilot, and now part of the newly formed, elite special task squadron known as the Daggers. I’d say he overreacted just a bit. Either way, Bradley Bradshaw was loud, annoyingly proud, and egotistical. A position I maintain to this day but didn't exactly vocalize because everyone seems to genuinely like him around the halls of Top Gun. My active avoidance of anything involving Rooster has been noticed by Phoenix though she never pushes the issue. Either she really wasn't as nosey as she claimed or she just didn't care.

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In theory, half my time at Top Gun should be spent in the clinic, the other half split between running training evac exercises and flying with pilots. What I was not expecting when taking this post was getting assigned as the Dagger Squadron's flight surgeon, which is how I find myself on an aircraft carrier and not sneaking into the debrief room at Top Gun because it has the best coffee on base. Their old flight surgeon was promoted last week and left to do a stint on the USS Mercy, leaving me as the new Dagger flight surgeon. Wherever they go, I go.

The job title 'flight surgeon' is a bit misleading and I try to avoid using it around civilians. I'm not performing regular surgical procedures on pilots, though I'm not too bad with a scalpel. Really it's just an outdated title for a general practitioner who deals specifically with aviators as patients. I'm trained to make sure naval aviators and their crew can handle the stresses of their job (and there's a lot of mental and physical stress in the cockpit) along with treating minor aches and pains and chronic illnesses.

Phoenix was surprised to see me but also mildly miffed I hadn't told her my 'new job' meant being on base the night we met.

“Not a pilot but you work with pilots, eh?” She had said after a light punch to my arm. “Please tell me you aren’t always that evasive with your answers.”

“It depends,” I responded with a coy smile and she just laughed.

She is part of the Daggers, along with Bob. The two had basically adopted me after my first day. I didn’t see Bob and Phoenix often, but I’ve had lunch with them a few times. Phoenix came over for dinner two weekends ago and helped me assemble Ikea furniture in my new rental by the beach. It digressed quickly once we added forzen margaritas to the equation. I met the other Daggers as they filtered in and out of the clinic for various reasons. They were a tight knit group led by the legendary Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. When they weren't teaching Top Gun students, they were assigned to highly classified missions that required only the most skilled pilots to carry out.

I didn't know what today's mission on the Ford was but it only required two pilots who ended up being Hangman and Rooster. I watched them catapult off the carrier just before dawn. I had seen this maybe hundreds of times but I will never get over watching those powerful planes fling off the end of the runway and sail into the seemingly endless horizon. After helping out in the clinic, I went back to my bunk (thankfully it was just me) to get some sleep. I had just drifted off when I was called back to the clinic to check out a pilot with a possible concussion.

I wasn't anticipating Hangman and Rooster to be waiting on me, the latter with an ice pack smashed against his forehead. They were both in their full flight gear, leading me to believe they had just gotten back on board. Last I heard the mission was a resounding success with no issues so I was beyond curious to know what happened.

I looked over Rooster's chart as he sat on the exam table. He is as healthy as a goddamn horse. Of course he was.

"You made it through the entire mission without any problems and yet you still manage to get hurt," I glance up. "Gotta say, I'm a little impressed."

Hangman laughs and the sound fills the small space. He's got a great smile. I wouldn't be surprised if that won a lot of people over. I can see why Phoenix finds him attractive, though I can't get her to admit it. Next to him, Rooster is shooting a withering glare at both of us.

"Sorry doc," Rooster's wingman says. "I'm afraid it was partly my fault."

"Partly?" Rooster butts in. "Try a hundred percent."

"I distracted Bradshaw here and he ran right into one of the bulkhead doorways."

The joy from the mental image of Rooster bonking his head is payment enough for being pulled away from a nap. It had to have been at least a little funny - possible concussion aside. A few of the larger doors meant to keep water out in the event of hull damage require you to either duck or step over the threshold. There were a few I even had to lower my head for and I clocked in at five foot nine inches with boots on.

"Let's take a look at the damage," I roll over on my stool.

"I'm gonna hit the showers," Hangman says. "I think you've got it covered, doc."

I wave the blond pilot off and to Rooster I say, "I need to look at your head."

Rooster doesn't move for a moment and just stares at me. He opens his mouth to say something but decides against it and removes the hand with the ice pack to reveal a red, slightly raised mark near the hairline. I ask the normal questions while I go though concussion protocol. Headache, nausea, blurred vision, etc.

"What's the verdict?" Rooster mumbles. He sucks in a breath as I gently poke the bruise that is forming. It's the sort of bruise that will turn all sorts of unpleasant colors before it disappears.

"A minor concussion," I roll back to the table with my tablet to make notes. "What were you doing, speed walking through the ship?"

"No, I was - wait, does this mean I'm grounded?"

I glance up from his chart. Rooster's jaw is set, expression stoney. It's just like last time. Here we go.

"Yes," I say evenly. "If your symptoms get worse, obviously let me know but come back tomorrow and we can see about getting you up for flight status. But with a concussion, even minor-"

"Yeah I got it, Harris," Rooster cuts me off and grimaces. "Not my first rodeo."

"Run into a lot of bulkheads?" I ask and close out of his file.

He ignores the jab. "You know, the only times I've been grounded for health reasons have been by you," he crosses his arms, which looks a bit awkward with all of his gear still on.

"I doubt that's true," I say even though I'm 90 percent sure he's actually right. I was just in his medical records after all. But the knee jerk reaction to contradict him was unstoppable.

"Nah," he's got that combative glint in his eyes. "I think you have it out for me. Just don't know why."

I scoff. "Excuse you, I take my job very seriously and would never abuse my position."

"But you haven't denied that you don't like me."

"One, that wasn't your original statement. And two, oh no, someone doesn't like you. I think your ego could take the hit."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Don't you like me?" He smiles wryly. "Sheesh, Jess I'm beginning to think I'm not the one with the head injury here."

"Seriously?" I rub my temples. "You were rude and obnoxious to me at every opportunity in college."

"You weren't exactly peaches and cream, darlin'." he replies. "I distinctly remember you saying I was the reason God created the middle finger."

"You called me a soulless ice queen the first time we were on this boat together."

Rooster finally looked a bit guilty. "Not exactly a shining moment for me, but I did have a high fever."

"That's cute, not even taking responsibility for your own words," I say curtly.

"Neither are-" Rooster's face jockies between something like annoyance and practiced calm. "Listen, Jess-"

"Lt. Harris," I cut.

"Lt. Harris, I'm sorry. I don't actually think you're soulless. But you are kind of standoffish. You've been that way since I've known you. Makes you unapproachable."

"I'm not unapproachable, I'm reserved which is the only way women seem to get taken seriously in medicine and the navy," I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. "Plus, we aren't in high school, I don't need tips on how to be popular. Least of all from my enemies."

I hated the word choice instantly. Rooster latches onto it instantly.

"Enemies? What are you, nine?"

"That's what you take away from what I just said?"

"What grown-ass adult has enemies?"

"Gah, get out of my exam room!" I stand and open the door. Rooster doesn't hesitate to leave.

And because I am a good doctor, I yell after his retreating form down the hall, "Make sure you take acetaminophen, not ibuprofen, and get some rest."

[frestoniia]

POKEVERSE HEADCANON DUMP

I still have Pokémon brainrot, and it’s given me a lot of ideas for Craig in his pkmn!verse. Not the most organized, but I’m just jotting things down as they come to me. 

Craig’s yamper was given to him as a gift from his father on his tenth birthday. As a child, he was very shy and had a hard time connecting with others, and having a Pokémon of his own helped him come out of his shell a bit.

While Craig can battle decently enough when needed, he doesn’t particularly enjoy it. He is pacifistic and dislikes using violence to solve problems, even against people who are antagonistic towards him.

However, if a Pokémon he’s working with expresses a desire to battle, he’ll do what he can to accommodate them. Enrichment comes in many forms, and for some Pokémon, battling is an important part of keeping them stimulated and happy. 

Though not a strong battler, Craig is a skilled Pokémon Photographer! In fact, several of the photos featured in Professor Jacq’s pokédex app were taken by himself, as part of a school project.

Prior to attending Uva Academy, Craig didn’t have much direction in his life. He never really attempted to do anything for himself, and always did things for other people out of a need to be useful. Professor Jacq seeing value in his photographs instilled within him with a new sense of purpose, and he made it his goal to take a picture of every single Pokémon.

Craig’s family goes on a two-week long holiday to a different region every year. So far, he has visited Alola, Kalos, Unova, and Johto. 

His favorite childhood toy is a wooloo plush his uncle won for him at a carnival when he was a kid. Even though it’s a little childish, he still takes it with him whenever he’s going to be away from home for a long time. The push's name is Lulu. 

Craig’s yamper doesn’t like being in her pokeball much, so he lets her roam freely outside of it most of the time. The only exception is when they’re travelling somewhere that requires Pokémon to be kept in their pokeballs. But he lets her back out as soon as he’s able to. 

Craig always has berries and other snacks on him, ones that are suitable for both people and Pokémon. Because hey, you never know!

If given the right nudge, Craig would probably enjoy contests. At least casually. It gives Pokémon a chance to show off their moves without actually battling!

[geetasuxlol]

so...a lot has changed. and i think it's time i made another one of these posts.

call me etta. she/her.

i'm a teenager. 13, going on 14.

ex-champion rank trainer of paldea.

i went to a super elite school in paldea called the uva academy, but that's kind of up in the air right now.

after geeta decided to revoke my title, i'm currently in Alola to regroup and come up with a new plan.

my Dad is Larry of the paldean pokemon league. he is awesome and can kick your ass any day.

i can also kick your ass any day.

my team are: Marx, Level 100 Gengar. Whiskers, Level 91 Persian. Popple, level 20 Gholdengo. I also have a baby Igglybuff named Kaabi, but he's not for battling yet.

la primera is enemy number one.

Current Arc: Alolan Escapades

Previous Arcs (chronological order):

The Beginning

The Treasure Hunt

Heyyyyyy, lol. I'm gonna keep OOC posting on here to a minimum, but here's some extra info. Will update as needed.

Etta is a minor. I, the person behind this blog, am not.

Etta's reasons for hating Geeta are personal and she is incredibly loud about it. I the mod dislike Geeta, but I do NOT dislike people who like her. If she's your fave, I'm glad you got something out of her that I couldn't!

Etta's father is Larry of the Paldean Pokemon League.

Etta's mother passed away in childbirth, leaving a distraught single father to raise her.

Larry pushed himself so hard to provide for Etta that he ended up in the hospital due to exhaustion when Etta was nine. He was perfectly okay afterward, but was pushed by both doctors and Etta to quit handling the business affairs of the Paldea Pokemon League. He remains a Gym Leader and an Elite Four member.

Etta used to blame Larry for never being there for her, but since his hospitalization, she has transferred all of that anger to Geeta, viewing her as the sole source of every single problem in her life. Geeta deserves some of this (overworking Larry and being generally unpleasant), but not all of it.

She intended to beat the Paldean Pokemon League to defeat Geeta and put a stop to her, but it backfired horribly and ended with Etta's champion title being revoked.

I have a long planned storyline for Etta. We're gonna see if I can work my way through it all before the hyperfixation inevitably dies down and I start doing other things. Until that story is finished, I the writer am going to keep OOC talk to a minimum, as this is meant to be Etta's blog and her thoughts, not mine. After the conclusion of that story, though, I will be much more open to talking OOC about the character and other things on here!