#spiky shield

[pokemoninaction]

~ Ultimate Journeys Ep. 25

Gigantamax Rillaboom used G-Max Drum Solo!

Chesnaught used Spiky Shield!

[asterouslyaesthetic]

In my head, Ogerpon is an RPG protagonist with:

a "fantasy-forbidding" single mother who was the hero of her own story, during which Ogerpon was adopted, and refuses to let Ogerpon on the battlefield,

older siblings who nudge her towards her dreams, even if it means disobeying their mother, and younger siblings who offer battle experience via actual battles,

an absent father she's only ever met like three times, but whose presence is felt in how her mother's treatment of her is informed by his absence, who left mostly because he got mind-controlled by the big bad, and

a nemesis who was responsible for the death of her first family and the separation of her second family, whom she ends up fighting with the power of love and family and The Cudgel

And this is what keeps Toxic Chain Kieran on the table for me

[mysterycharacterflowers]

A bouquet of yellow foxglove and snapdragon VS A bouquet of gladiolus flowers and lilies, with spiky knautia, shield, dogwood, iris, lotus, lily of the valley, foxglove, rock rose, water lily, daffodil, green and black roses, sunflower, poppy, crystanthenum, wolfsbane, liatris, buttercup, and bleeding heart flowers. There's a sole kadupul flower in the middle of it.

First, let's talk about the bouquet of foxglove and snapdragon

Meaning and why this flower was chosen:

Foxglove, which generally represents insincerity (especially in Victorian flower language) and the duality of hurting and healing, as well as other meanings like magic, creativity, secrets, and insecurity, represents him well because he’s a con artist, of the trickster archetype, and somewhat of an antihero; his actions and plans, while good at the core, often hurt other people at least a little on the way, and he’s okay with that if they’re not his people. Other characters, and the audience, often have reason to doubt his sincerity as a friend and as a partner [...] he’s generally got more than one motive going on at once. It’s not something I’d blame him for, but insincerity is a constant question when it comes to him that it takes a long time for anyone to overcome. Also, regarding the other meanings, he’s a clever character with subtle magical powers, he keeps a lot about him under wraps from most everyone, and he’s deeply insecure [...] I’d particularly choose a yellow foxglove because that color has implications of positivity and support, and he is cheerful, friendly, and when it comes to the people he does love, he’s never giving up on helping them. As a bonus (and why I picked this), the flower’s name fits him, as he has a nickname related to foxes. I’d also choose snapdragon, for strength in harsh habitats, and also deception. He comes from a humble background, was bullied as a child, is a little bit homeless during the main story, and lives in a society bigoted against him, but he’s thriving anyway. Deception, meanwhile, is central to his character and something he leans on; he lies, hides, keeps secrets, and has that fear of being perceived, and even his names are a kind of benevolent deception, as being known only by his naturalized name to most people helps keep him safe. Also, snapdragon symbolizes grace, relevant to one career he’s had. Description: He’s a poor trickster who ran away from home as a teenager and joined the circus in order to rescue his missing mother [...] He’s loud, extroverted, loving and voracious, has a sparkling personality, and is powerfully annoying when he wants to be. He’s a public figure sometimes but the limelight is deeply not for him. He distrusts many people, including especially reporters, rich people, and the government, which is of course completely valid. He’s a petty thief by necessity and habit, and he always knows a guy. It takes him years of having magical powers to realize that they include invisibility, and when he finds out, the first thing he uses it for is to tickle someone. He’s flirted with a guy he deeply envies and who envies (and kinda hates) him right back; I’m never sure if it’s weirder if he doesn’t like the guy in question, or if he actually does. He’s tried to save a celebrity from descent into alcoholism. He’s committed war crimes against ghosts. He’s narrowly escaped being mobbed by a religious group and has been kidnapped by a popular entrepreneur. He has been deemed ‘strange in all ways’ by a coworker. He loves pastrami sandwiches. He’s not that short but everyone he knows would call him a short king if they had that vocabulary [...]

Check his post here for the full description

Now, let's see the bouquet of gladiolus flowers and lilies, with spiky knautia, shield, dogwood, iris, lotus, lily of the valley, foxglove, rock rose, water lily, daffodil, green and black roses, sunflower, poppy, crystanthenum, wolfsbane, liatris, buttercup, and bleeding heart flowers. There's a sole kadupul flower in the middle of it.

Meaning and why they were chosen: Gladiolus: Integrity, Strength, Victory | Lily: purity, commitment and rebirth | Spiky Knautia: Unfortunate love (also because of the name (thunder and lightning), markings, blooming season and conditions) | Shield: it symbolizes integrity and protection | Dogwood: strength, reliability, loyalty and devotion | Iris: faith, hope, courage, wisdom, admiration and foresight | Lily of the Valley: purity, love, sincerity, and luck, because of their poisonous nature | Foxglove: because of their poisonous nature, they mean insincerity, pride, intuition, creativity, energy Rock Rose: they are know for growing back stronger quickly after a fire, they mean deep healing, togetherness, soothing. | Water Lily: birth, resurrection, purity and majesty. | Daffodil: rebirth, new beginnings, forgiviness, memory and inspiration | Green Rose: hope and vitality | Black rose: death, mourning or tragedy | Sunflower: because they follow the sun, they mean unwavering faith and unconditional love | Poppy: consolation, sleep and expression Chrysanthemum: friendship, happiness, and well-being | Wolfsbane: caution and treachery | Liatris: joy, bliss and happiness | Buttercup: joy, youth, purity, happiness and friendship | Bleeding heart flowers: Unconditional love (platonic) and death of a loved one | Kadupul: it means wish, fulfilment and stellar beauty, and it was chosen because it blooms at night Why these flowers were chosen: Each flower minus the first two represent a person special to her, or important to her story. They also each connect to a specific event that affects her, and their individual symbolism are all parts of her development. She surrounds herself with her friends constantly, so her bouquet is less about her identity and more about them [...] Description: A talented lovestruck young girl with the ability to grow and communicate with plants. She's best friends with a pair of brothers, and has a pretty big friend group surrounding them. She also leads a group of six other girls on escapades, and has a lovely, if small, immediate family of her parents and dog. While she's sweet and caring, she's also a little too happy to call something a death match, and will fight and win against anyone if need be. The combination of her skills and friends would make her a force to be reckoned with even without her powers.

Check her post here for the full description

[sadraccoon061]

Marnie: Bro did ya even look at the recipe?

It's 3am and the spiky sibs have decided to bake cookies.

[mango-dolphin]

ok i'm really enjoying this hypothetical ren & rishia friendship. i don't even know how this would even happen. put these teenagers into situations i guess

[pianapplez]

Thalia Grace my beloved 

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

I love how the cutscene seamlessly blends into the gameplay

[dragon-ascent]

It's been so long since Zhongli got to take you on a date, and like hell he'd let anything stop him today.

It's finally time for a date; you two have cleared schedules after so long! You're to meet Zhongli directly after work atop a nice scenic hill for an evening picnic. Your husband is to head up there first to set everything up and make sure the picnic spread is as perfect as can be. So there goes Zhongli, basket in hand filled with all sorts of treats, trudging up the hill with a smile on his face.

Zhongli's smile quickly fades as he looks up, brow furrowing at the darkening skies. Must it look like rain, today of all days?

Not to worry. He can will the clouds to part whenever he summons his meteor - so he does just that, his tianxing hurtling through the clouds that come apart like wads of cotton, creating a hole directly above the hill. The rest of the sky remains intact. Then, before his heavenly meteor can collide with the earth, he commands it to burst into a million specks of stardust. They stay suspended in the air, shimmering. Much better.

He continues his journey up the hill, when in his periphery he spots a gleaming knife whizzing through the air. He dodges it effortlessly, throwing up his shield - his lip curls in displeasure when a gang of Treasure Hoarders make themselves known, precious little in their eyes beyond greed.

"Forgive me, but I do not have the time to spare for your antics." Zhongli worries that the basket might be smooshed if he gets into a scuffle, so he continues on; the thieves don't care, they charge at him, possibly hoping to nab the basket or even something off his clothes - Zhongli is dressed nicely for this date, after all.

Sighing, the god gingerly cradles the basket and delivers a swift kick square in the first fellow's crotch, sending him flying. He strikes his shoe against the ground, sending a crackling wave of spiky cor lapis racing along the earth and knocking another three of the men back.

Zhongli is then locked in an eccentric dance as he uses his legs to deflect the others' weapons, willing his composition to become stone. A flurry of crescent kicks, jumping roundhouse kicks, tornado kicks, and Geo summons later, the god calmly makes his way to the top of the hill, the miscreants all groaning and stuffed away in the bushes so as not to ruin the scenery. Most importantly, the basket is unharmed!

There's tremors while Zhongli sets the picnic spread out. Zhongli recognises this as the lingering anger of a god he had sealed beneath the hill centuries ago; glowering, Zhongli commands, "Not now."

The tremors stop. He finishes setting the picnic up happily. When you arrive, you marvel at the glimmering cor lapis and stardust engulfing the area.

Smiling, Zhongli lets the date start in full swing, pouring you some lemonade and watching you fondly as you close your eyes in bliss at the taste of the fluffy strawberry pastries he'd packed. This is perfect.

"Wow, look at that my love! It's raining all around us, except for this hill! It's a miracle!"

"A miracle indeed, my darling."

[hxnbi]

「 BEING THEIR SIBLING 」

synopsis: you were his beloved sibling, meant to stay far out of harms way, he would make damn sure of it

— characters: itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi — contents: fluff, angst, comfort, platonic, gn reader

gojo version | masterlist

ITADORI YUJI ✿ child reader

With all that Yuji has been through in his life, he, of course, feels a sense of responsibility and duty for the well-being of his family, blood-related or not. 

Still at the age where letters in math could only be dreamt of in nightmares, Yuji found himself being the one to take care of you. And when his grandpa died, he was left, now alone, holding the bag.

Or so he thought. 

You held onto his hand that day when he found out, a sombre look in your eyes. 

Thats right… How could he be so selfish? He still had you. 

He's very much a family guy, and he holds his family closest to his heart. And when he was told about you—getting to keep you in his arms in the hospital—he knew what his duty was. As his baby sibling, Yuji did everything and anything to ensure that you were protected and cared for.

Yuji's mouth dropped. "Crap…"

"Huh? What are you yapping about now?" Megumi scowled.

"I need to pick up [Y/n] from daycare!" he panicked, pacing back and forth. But it wasn't like he could suddenly leave, not like this spiky-haired individual staring daggers into him would let him… Well, not voluntarily, that is.

Megumi sighed, and he pulled out his phone. "I'm on it."

"What… are you doing?"

"Making a call. We'll have a trusted individual pick up your sibling."

"...I-I see."

Megumi looked at Yuji, who nodded. "Don't worry. They'll be out of harm's way."

That was all Yuji ever wanted.

But when everything in his life came to a head and he became the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses, your safety could no longer be guaranteed… not while Sukuna was still around, or rather, inside him. 

Still, you loved being around him, and Yuji loved being around you. When everything was said and done, all of Yuji's worries about this sudden move to Tokyo went much better than expected.

As a young child, you were naive, but that may as well be thrown out the window because Yuji didn't give two shits about that. And just like Yuji, you were energetic, outgoing, and eager to see the new "world" you were in. You two were like two birds that flock together, for better or for worse. 

The Tokyo students—mainly the infamously noisy ones Nobara and Panda while Maki, Megumi, and Toge watched—would pop in from time to time in his room, only to see you sleeping on Yuji's shoulder. At the same time, Yuji had a book in hand, previously to read to you but now used to block the sun from dancing on your face.

And a mystery to nearly everyone, even Yaga, the revered and arguably intimating headmaster—with a stare enough to make any child under the age of 5 cry—couldn't resist your charm. Your influence permeated every corner of Tokyo Jujutsu High until you were affectionately dubbed the school's unofficial mascot, much to your brother's horror.

And when Yuji went on missions or on days when the students had to train and go to classes, arguably the most responsible adult, Nanami Kento, was given the babysitter title of Yuji's sibling.

The others—that being Nobara, Gojo, and Panda; Megumi, Maki, and Toge would only watch with deadpan expressions—could only speculate on the origin of Yuji's surprising skills at cooking, but after doing some stalking investigating, and seeing you and Yuji in the itches together, teaching you how to cook, their hearts couldn't take it. That day, dozens of pictures were snapped and then plastered in Yuji's room. 

Yuji would hold you in his arms, providing comfort and a safe haven. He was an older brother figure who would do anything and everything to protect his younger sibling, even if it meant hiding things from you. He carried all the weight, all the burdens, on his own in hopes of shielding you from the harsh realities of their world. One of Yuji's defining traits is his willingness to sacrifice himself for others, triggered by his grandfather's last words to him.

No way in hell could he ever let that happen again—not to you, who had such a long life ahead of you, not to anyone. Yuji would always joke around with you and have fun, protecting that youth he cherished with his soul. 

You were just a kid, after all. You were just a kid when he died.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ✿ older sibling reader

Unlike Yuji, Megumi would be the complete opposite.

As the oldest Fushiguro sibling, naturally, you took up the responsibility of caring for Megumi and Tsumiki. You were yet another child, the byproduct of Toji's fickle nature. You, Megumi, and Tsumiki were all from different mothers. God forbid there be another secret child you three haven't heard about yet. Still, the three of you couldn't have been more tightly knit. Megumi would beg to differ, only to have a chocolate milk carton thrown his way by Tsumiki. What a magical household of violence. 

When he was younger, Megumi struggled, or rather, embraced his unruly bursts of temper, often resulting in scuffles with middle schoolers. He would probably be considered a problem child if it weren't for his straight A's. But that didn't matter to you, and you ensured you knew that.

Your swift reprimands would quash any budding notions of so-called "gang activity," cautioning him against a future as a "mafia leader." Needless to say, he wasn't impressed.

Regardless, he listened—much to the jaw-dropping shock of anyone, especially those whom Megumi had previously beaten up. 

Your genuine concern for him—not about what he did but about him—made him angry.

He hated it, and yet he craved it. 

You'd always urge him to take a breather and relax, all the while as the pile of beaten-up "gangsters" groaned in pain and agony. But that wasn't your concern. Occasionally, during those moments with a fuming teenager at your side, you'd treat him to meals out whenever you managed to steal a moment from your busy workday. Everything you did was for his well-being, regardless of the stress you were putting on your own shoulders. Because in your mind, your little brother didn't deserve all that he went through, and as mature as he was for his age, he still deserved to be a kid.

No one should be able to take away youth from children.

As a kid, he needed that sort of stability in his life. After enduring so much, simply having someone beside him meant everything to him.

And you did so in a way where you took on a mother-like figure in his life. Everything you did and every action you took was driven by your love and care for him and Tsumiki. 

Even as a young third grader, Megumi keenly felt burdened by this fact—the weight of this responsibility, especially following his family's departure, Tsumiki's subsequent accident and being crippled and left in a coma in the hospital. Every first day of the month became a ritual for you and Megumi, visiting Tsumiki's bedside with a bouquet of flowers. 

And during the days when nightmares haunted your sleep, Megumi would be woken up to you crying. 

Neither would ever go on to utter a word about that.

Your absolute worst fear was for him to be injured or worse—to lose him to the dangerous path he might tread—and Megumi didn't have to be a genius to know what you were referring to. 

In your eyes, you wanted to take him and Tsumiki away from the messiness of Jujutsu and the Zenin clan and live a peaceful life. From all the times that Megumi would see you sacrificing your own happiness for the sake of others, he knew your heart's desire.

But when that scheming man—Gojo Satoru—presented Megumi with a deal, promising a brighter future for Tsumiki and you, Megumi knew it was his turn to repay you for all you had done for him.

He wasn't sure if you would accept it, but he had to try.

"...Huh?"

Little did he know, you had expected it.

"You don't need to say anything else. I understand."

You smiled softly, continuing to make dinner as Megumi stood there, lost in thought.

"Whatever choice you make is up to you. This is your life," you said gently, turning to face him. "And I trust you to make the best decision for yourself and Tsumiki. After all, what sibling would I be if I didn't trust my own brother?" you laughed. 

Megumi met your gaze. The stiffness in his shoulders eased as he took in your words and that smile of yours…

Your support meant the world to him.

"Thank you," he whispered, and you only smiled in response.

"Now!" you clapped. "Enough of that sappy stuff. Would you like to help me out with dinner?"

With a smile of his own, he nodded, "Of course," and made his way to the kitchen to lend a hand.

Yeah... this was what he was looking for. It was what filled the void he had been feeling.

With your acceptance, he felt more confident in accepting whatever was ahead of him. It didn't matter what happened to him. His own fate became inconsequential; his sole focus was on protecting you and his sister, Tsumiki.

You respected his choice—you always did—and that was why he cherished you so much. 

You, his older sibling.

There was always an aura of maturity around Megumi, his friends thought (and surprisingly selfless, but they would never admit that to his face). Unbeknownst to them, it was all because of how he had to take care of himself after all the adult figures in his life left him, except for one person. His older sibling of 7 years, you.

He felt a sense of responsibility. He owed it to you after all that you've done. He wanted to prove to you that all your efforts to raise him weren't for naught. 

All those nights when you thought Tsumiki and Megumi were asleep and would then cry yourself to sleep, or days when you would come back from work with a couple of injuries, or even the day when you came home with a bruise on your cheek…

He wanted to prove to you—that he could protect you, his family.

And then you could take a break and leave the rest to him.

©hxnbi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of my works.

[emphistic]

"I'm Lactose Intolerant"

Things Reader Should Acknowledge: I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS ALREADY BECAUSE I FORGOT TO SAVE IT AS A DRAFT, i have yet to get the hang of tumblr, yuuji hasnt been born yet, the itadori parents neglect their children so grandpa takes care of them, waaaaaay later is when yuuji is born, sukuna gets his tattoos when he is older

Prologue: As summer nears its end, and autumn takes its place, you find yourself in quite the situation. A new family has arrived in the neighborhood, and your parents have tasked you with greeting your new neighbors. A wacky grandpa, a gloomy tween. Seriously, could things get any worse?

A/N: Sukuna is 10 years old, while reader is 9 years old. However, Sukuna was held back a grade, so guess who is joining your class this year? *cue the confetti*

Please REFRAIN from REPOSTING MY WORK (REBLOGS ARE EXEMPTED FROM THIS RULE)

PS: i know little kids shouldnt be walking the streets alone, but lets just pretend the world is a better place

Chores are boring. Errands, on the other hand? Well, not so much.

You shielded your eyes from the rays of the sun as you walked down the street, avoiding the cracks on the pavement. The sky bled as the sun set and the songs of the birds started to come to a halt. It was a typical Saturday, help get the groceries, head home, and assist with dinner as much as possible. However, what wasn't typical was the fact that there was a moving company's truck blocking your way home.

Wow, there's definitely a better way to go about this, you sigh. Mindlessly, you kick a pebble aside and tighten your grip on your tote bag as your stride continues.

Several men in navy colored uniforms carry boxes as another man, who you estimate is a septuagenarian, surveys the workers from the front lawn of his new house. The man, who you also assume is your new neighbor, has his hands clasped behind his back and wears a green wool sweater.

Deciding to be polite, you clear your throat, neaten up your braids, and slowly approach the man, cautious as you try not to give him a heart attack. At nine years old, one may not know much, but one might know that killing your elderly neighbor is a pretty wack first impression.

The man looks quite surprised to see you approach, and even raises a white brow.

Okay, maybe this is a bad idea, you think as your palms start to sweat. You go through several introductions through your mind just to go with the most lame one.

"Hello, sir. My name is Y/N L/N. I'm your . . . uhh, new neighbor," you cringed at yourself before holding out a hand to the man.

"Ah, wasn't expecting to meet my neighbors on the first day here. I am Mr. Itadori, pleasure to meet you," his voice sounded like that of an old man's, yet, it had such a warm, cozy feel to it. He took your hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Likewise," you say, after a few seconds of silence.

"Should a girl, — pardon my rudeness — as young as you, be walking out here alone at this time?"

"Aha, my parents trust this neighborhood enough. And anyway, I was only getting groceries from the store, it's not too far from this block actually." You pointed a finger in the direction of said store.

"Wow, you must be pretty responsible for your parents to be sending you out for groceries, huh? Good to know some children in this neighborhood help out their families," Mr. Itadori turned to face a boy, probably not much older than you, who was carrying boxes into the house when he put emphasis on the word "some".

The boy had pink unruly hair, that was slicked back and spiky. You held back a giggle at the sight.

"Grandpa, I'm literally moving furniture into the house. What are you looking at me for?" The boy grumbled, but he didn't stop as he moved the boxes.

"I never said you didn't help out. I was just simply telling Y/N here, about how some children help out their families. No need to get upset now, Sukuna." Mr. Itadori gave a small chuckle, before abruptly turning to face you.

"Oh, right! How rude of me, I haven't introduced you to my grandson."

"Oh, no worries. You guys are probably busy—" You began, before being cut off.

"Nonsense! Sukuna! Come here, boy."

Sukuna muttered something, and dropped off a box by the front of the house before moving over to you and his grandpa.

Now that the boy was closer, you could make out his red eyes, and the frown on his face. Looking back at Mr. Itadori, you noticed he did not share the same qualities as his grandson, and instead had brown eyes.

"What are you waiting for? Introduce yourself!" Mr. Itadori lightly pushed Sukuna closer to you.

The taller boy stared at you for what seemed like forever, before averting his eyes to the ground and keeping them there. "Name's Sukuna."

"Y/N. But I think your grandpa already mentioned that," you tried to lighten the mood.

You swear you heard him say something along the lines of "pretty name" under his breath, but before you could ask, Sukuna retreated to his boxes. His grandpa looked displeased at that. Actually, that's quite an understatement. He looked furious with Sukuna, but he didn't do anything other than sigh and bid you adieu and good night.

You slowly walked back to your house, your arrival being a little later than usual, which your parents questioned you about, to which you explained that there was a truck in your way.

When it was time for bed, you did as you usually did. Showered, changed into your pajamas and watched a movie before cleaning up and preparing to actually go to bed. As you moved to close your window blinds, you noticed something you hadn't seen in a long time — considering no one's occupied the house next door since it was put on sale — there was a window right across from yours, and the light was on.

You didn't plan on becoming a creep at such a young age, but due to curiosity, you didn't peel your eyes away from the window. It surprised you to see that the room across from yours was a bedroom belonging to none other then Sukuna. When you saw the pink spikes of his hair come near the window, you quickly shut the blinds.

The next morning, your mom shook you awake.

You groaned, "Mom. . . What is it?"

"We have new neighbors, honey! I've already started prepping for baking an apple pie for them—" You let her ramble on while you were still half-awake.

Oh, right . . . you never mentioned your meeting with the Itadoris. Now you have to introduce yourself to them, yet again.

"—I just need you to grab a few ingredients for me, if you don't mind."

"Sure, Mom. No problem." You stretched out your arms and yawned.

"Perfect! I'll let you get ready then. I'll give the list on your way out." Then, your mom got up, and shut the door.

You yawned again and rubbed your forehead. This was definitely going to be an interesting day, to say the least.

You met your mom downstairs and she instructed you on the ingredients you needed to purchase. "Uh huh, got it. Thanks. Bye, Mom!

Still half-asleep, you slowly slipped on your sneakers and headed out through the door. The sun warmed your face, yet sent a chill down your spine.

Apples and lemon.

Apples. . .

And lemons.

You hummed to yourself as you walked down the street, passing by the Itadori house.

Apples and lemons—

"Gah!" A little rock got in your way, and you were about to faceplant onto the sidewalk when you felt a firm hand on your shoulder reel you back upward.

You turned to see who your savior was, and cocked your head to the side in surprise.

"Sukuna? What are you doing out here?"

"No 'thanks for saving me, Sukuna'? Also, contrary to your belief, other people in this neighborhood get out the house too, y'know?"

You scoffed, jutting out your bottom lip, "Thanks."

Sukuna held a smug look on his face.

"So . . . you gonna take your hand off my shoulder, or should I do that tor you?"

He looked taken aback, and swiftly returned his hand to his hoodie pocket. "I have to go get groceries. My grandpa sent me, because our house is basically empty?" Sukuna acted as if that was common knowledge.

"What did you have for dinner last night, then?"

"Ordered in."

You mumbled, "Figured."

"Anyway, Grandpa told me you know where the closest grocery store is? I need . . . directions."

"Oh! Right," you scratched the back of your neck. "I'm actually heading there right now. You can come with." If Sukuna didn't want to go with you, he certainly didn't show it (surprisingly).

"So you're actually going to turn this way, down here, across this weird looking house or something — I actually don't even know if it has someone living in it — then go in front of this—"

"Stop talking, and maybe we'll get there faster," Sukuna muttered.

You turned around to face him; he had his hands in his pocket and wore a bored look on his face. You huffed.

"Go have someone else show you the way, then. Y'know, I was actually trying to be nice to you and all. I'm even showing you the shortcut. And now look at how you're treating me." You turned away from him.

"'Trying to be nice'? Please. You haven't asked me how day was going. 'Trying to be nice' my ass."

You ignored his use profanity at such a young age, and you came to a skidding halt; Sukuna even bumped into your back when you stopped abruptly.

"What is your problem!? So what if I haven't asked you how your day was going? SO WHAT? You haven't asked me either. If you don't like me just leave. me. alone!"

"People are so uptight these days," Sukuna shrugged.

"Uptight? UPTIGHT? Please, be my guest, and show me how I'm the uptight one here." You couldn't believe this dude. He's the only other kid in this neighborhood — besides your sibling — and he refuses to be cooperative, kind, nonetheless, a decent person.

The rest of the walk to the grocery store happened in silence. And believe me, the silence was loooouuuuddd. You wholeheartedly believed Sukuna would leave, but he didn't. Which made you even more mad.

The bell above the door chimed when you stepped in the store, out of pettiness, you didn't even hold the door for Sukuna. He scoffed at that, and you turned around to face him. "Well, here you are. The grocery store. Happy now?"

"I'm never happy."

Wow, he must've been dropped on the head as a baby, because he certainly did not get the personality from his grandpa.

You walked through the aisles one by one and searched for the items your mother requested.

Apples and lemons.

You didn't even bother placing them in a bag, insisting on carrying them yourself. Meanwhile, Sukuna was still trailing behind you, much like a lost puppy. His groceries were all in a bag, and he looked ready to pay, but he was still behind you.

Finally, you got sick of his weirdness, and peered over your shoulder to get a look of his face, which was frowning, "Why are you following me?"

He looked like he was pondering, thinking of a way to answer your question. "Girls shouldn't be walking around alone. Especially you."

"Ugh, there you go again. Always thinking you're better than everyone else. And, whaddya mean 'especially me,' huh? You don't think I can handle myself? Are you here to protect me or something? Swooping in to save the day, my knight in shining armor? Seriously, Sukuna."

He groaned, and dragged his free hand down his face, "I came from a not so safe neighborhood. Can't you see I'm just trying to look out for you? If some man came up and harassed you, and I was shopping in some other aisle, would you blame me too?" His voice softened on the last part.

"Forget it, you're right. I'm wrong," you sighed and walked to the register.

When you got home, your mom ushered you inside and hurried to start on the apple pie. You bit your nails as she worked, and she quickly took notice of that.

"Something wrong, sweetie?"

You shook your head, and mouthed a simple "no".

While you were upstairs reading a book, you heard the beeping of the oven, signaling the completion of the baking process. Before you could even put down your book, your mother called out to you from downstairs.

She welcomed you in the kitchen and took great care in wrapping the freshly baked pie in tinfoil and sending you off to the Itadori house. But before that happened, however, she made you memorize your speech, reminding you to inform your next door neighbors of who originally made the pie. And with a soft pat on the back from your mom, you were off.

It was a quarter past 12 o'clock when you finally found the courage to knock on your neighbor's front door. You heard a "coming!" from inside the house, and returned your hand to its side.

Loud footsteps came closer until finally the door was flung open. You were greeted by the sight of Mr. Itadori in a fluffy red robe, and equally fluffy slippers.

"Ah! Y/N. What a pleasant surprise to see you here."

You stuttered a bit, "Hi, Mr. Itadori. My mom and I wanted to formally introduce ourselves, and welcome you to the neighborhood — I didn't mention our very much brief meeting yesterday."

"Oh wow! You can tell your mother I appreciate her kind welcome." He turned his head into the house, and called for, "Sukuna! Come here, boy."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to be a bother—"

"Agh, you children. Always the same. Nonsense, Y/N. Utter nonsense."

Sukuna stood behind his grandpa in record time, his speed surprised you. "What's she doing here?" He sneered. You offered him a glare in return while Mr. Itadori was oblivious.

"Don't be rude to our kind neighbor. She's here to formally introduce herself."

"Again?"

"Yes. Again."

"Whatever."

Your eyes flickered back and forth between the Itadoris' banter. "I've brought some apple pie — my mom baked it."

Mr. Itadori's eyes lightened up as you presented the tinfoil covered dish to him. "It smells delicious! You really didn't have to, my dear."

"It was no big deal, I promise," you laughed (nervously).

"I will put this on the counter, one second," Mr. Itadori walked away, leaving you and Sukuna alone. The taller boy crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

"Apple pie? Really? Are you trying to kill me and my grandpa? I'm lactose intolerant. We're lactose intolerant. He just didn't want to seem rude, so he's putting it away."

"Oh. . . uhh, I didn't know that—"

"I can tell. You didn't think to ask first? How considerate of you, Y/N."

You stumbled on your words.

"I'm just messing with you. Apple pie is his absolute favorite."

Your jaw dropped six feet, before you came back to your senses and rolled your eyes, "Did you have to scare me like that?"

He laughed aloud, "Duh. Shoulda seen the look on your face. Priceless!" He continued to laugh, while your expression remained stoic, trying not to laugh as well. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was actually funny.

When his laughter subsided, he cocked his head to the side. "What's with the face? Girls don't know how to joke around or something?"

You frowned.

Mr. Itadori returned to the both of you and patted his grandson on the back. "Well! Thank you again, Y/N. Tell your family I say thanks and appreciate their kindness."

"Of course. I'll be going now." You waved to Mr. Itadori — feigning ignorance to Sukuna — and walked back to your house next door.

When Sukuna and his grandpa sat at their newly assembled dining table, they both couldn't believe how good the apple pie tasted. Sukuna even asked for a second slice.

Mr. Itadori broke the silence, "So, school starts tomorrow."

Sukuna glanced at his elder, and raised a brow.

"Since you don't know anyone else at your new school, you can ask Y/N for help. She'll be in your grade anyway."

Sukuna sighed, "Grandpa, why are girls so difficult?"

"Ohoho," Mr. Itadori's laughter boomed throughout the house. "You're a funny one, Sukuna," and he ruffled his grandson's unruly hair, messing it up more.

[pokemoninaction]

~ Ultimate Journeys Ep. 25

Gigantamax Rillaboom used G-Max Drum Solo!

Chesnaught used Spiky Shield!

[thecuriousquest]

Heyy me again. Your writing is amazing You don't have to but can you do a kiribaku G3.

Hunt and Chase

Villains KiriBaku x Fem!Reader

Hey Dellulu-lover! Thanks for the support. I really appreciate it. 🖤🤘

Prompt Request: “One, two, Daddy is coming for you. Three, four, knocking down your door.”

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, breaking and entering, killing your parents, kidnapping, drugging, implied use of needle (shot)

Master List

Yandere Alphabet Prompt List

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You keep yourself hidden under your bed with a hand pressed tightly against your lips. At eighteen, you live in a grandiose estate with your wealthy parents. However, tonight, something unimaginable has taken place.

Your very well-guarded manor has been invaded. You don’t understand how it happened. The security detail is top notch, yet every single one of them out there is dead!

You hear Mother’s screaming and Father’s panicked cries as a shot rings throughout the house. Your father continues to plead for their mercy, but Mother’s voice ceases.

You clench your stomach with utter fear, vomit threatening to spill upon the thought of your mother’s corpse covered in blood. A second shot interrupts Father’s begging, and you can’t help the tears spilling over the hand you have clasped against your mouth.

Both of your parents are dead. All of the security men are dead.

A gruff voice, rough and sounding like he’s done with everyone in the world, moves throughout the hallways.

“Y/N.”

He sounds like he’s toying with you as he rumbles your name. How does he know your name?

A second voice catches your attention. He sounds a little rough, but not as deep as the first man. A little more enthusiastic as well.

“We don’t mind playing this game. We know we’ll end up finding you anyway.”

You don’t know how, but you find your palm clamping down even harder on your lips. You suppress a noise climbing up your throat as you hear a door in the hallway burst open. They’re getting closer to your bedroom, and you can’t help the twitch and tremble of your muscles.

“One, two, Master’s coming for you!” It’s the deep and gruff voice this time.

Then, you hear the energetic one shout, “Three, four, Daddy’s knockin’ down the door!”

You hear a mixture of their laughs and chuckles. They find this amusing? You find this terrifying.

The barrier which has kept you safe from them opens up. With the way the blanket is only two inches from covering the end of your large bed, you can see black boots stalking around your room. You watch one pair move towards your bathroom while the other checks your closet.

You have this tiny window, and only this window. You know they’ll end up checking your bed at some point, and when they move your comforter to the side and lock eyes with you, it’ll all be over.

Carefully sliding yourself out from under the bed, you take off for the door. Looking back over your shoulder, you notice one of them has blonde and spiky hair, and he’s yelling at the man in the bathroom to follow him.

The blonde man chases after you. If you can just manage to make it to one of the cars, then you’ll be able to get out of here and find help.

You run into the garage, locking the door behind you. Clutching the car keys to your chest that you plucked from your room on the way down here, you run to your car. You don’t even bother with your seatbelt, you just try to start the car.

The door bursts open, motivating you to try and do everything faster.

Sweat builds on your forehead, and you can’t understand why the car isn’t turning on. You panic as you ram the key into the ignition again and again.

“No!” You smack the steering wheel out of anger, not understanding what’s happening at all.

There’s a knock on the window, and you slowly turn your head out of fear to lock eyes with a redheaded man.

“Car troubles?”

He punches straight through your window, and you shield your face from the glass. You scream as he unlocks the car, opens your door, and hauls you out with both arms trapping your body against his chest.

“See? We told you we’d find you,” he whispers into your ear.

“Who the fuck are you people?! Why did you do this to me? Why kill my parents, all of the guards?! Is it money you want? You didn’t need to kill my family for money. We would’ve given it to you!”

The blonde slaps you to shut you up, turning your head with the impact of his calloused palm.

“Shut up. We did all of this for you. We’re fucking taking you home to live with us, and we can’t do that if your parents are always after you.”

The redhead laughs at you. “She’s shakin’ like a little puppy dog.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Katsuki Bakugou.”

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima. Don’t worry. We’re gonna take really good care of you. Ain’t that right, Bakubro?”

“Yeah, just don’t do anything stupid, and we won’t have any damn problems. Got that?”

No, you don’t “got that”, you don’t understand any of this. They’re taking you? Just kidnapping you like it’s another Tuesday for them?

You thrash around in Kirishima’s arms. “Let go of me! I’m not going to let you fucking kidnap me, you bastards! What the hell?!”

Something sticks your butt, sharp and pinching through your thin nightgown. You go limp in the strong man’s arms, and your eyes slowly close.

The last thing you see and hear is Katsuki smirking at you and saying, “Yeah, like you have a fucking choice.”

[mysterycharacterflowers]

A bouquet of gladiolus flowers and lilies, with spiky knautia, shield, dogwood, iris, lotus, lily of the valley, foxglove, rock rose, water lily, daffodil, green and black roses, sunflower, poppy, crystanthenum, wolfsbane, liatris, buttercup, and bleeding heart flowers. There's a sole kadupul flower in the middle of it.

Meaning and why they were chosen:

Gladiolus: Integrity, Strength, Victory

Lily: purity, commitment and rebirth

Spiky Knautia: Unfortunate love (also because of the name (thunder and lightning), markings, blooming season and conditions)

Shield: it symbolizes integrity and protection

Dogwood: strength, reliability, loyalty and devotion

Iris: faith, hope, courage, wisdom, admiration and foresight

Lily of the Valley: purity, love, sincerity, and luck, because of their poisonous nature

Foxglove: because of their poisonous nature, they mean insincerity, pride, intuition, creativity, energy

Rock Rose: they are know for growing back stronger quickly after a fire, they mean deep healing, togetherness, soothing.

Water Lily: birth, resurrection, purity and majesty.

Daffodil: rebirth, new beginnings, forgiviness, memory and inspiration

Green Rose: hope and vitality

Black rose: death, mourning or tragedy

Sunflower: because they follow the sun, they mean unwavering faith and unconditional love

Poppy: consolation, sleep and expression

Chrysanthemum: friendship, happiness, and well-being

Wolfsbane: caution and treachery

Liatris: joy, bliss and happiness

Buttercup: joy, youth, purity, happiness and friendship

Bleeding heart flowers: Unconditional love (platonic) and death of a loved one

Kadupul: it means wish, fulfilment and stellar beauty, and it was chosen because it blooms at night

Why these flowers were chosen: Each flower minus the first two represent a person special to her, or important to her story. They also each connect to a specific event that affects her, and their individual symbolism are all parts of her development. She surrounds herself with her friends constantly, so her bouquet is less about her identity and more about them, although this isn't necessarily a good thing. It does include one person she'd rather not know, though.

Description: A talented lovestruck young girl with the ability to grow and communicate with plants. She's best friends with a pair of brothers, and has a pretty big friend group surrounding them. She also leads a group of six other girls on escapades, and has a lovely, if small, immediate family of her parents and dog. While she's sweet and caring, she's also a little too happy to call something a death match, and will fight and win against anyone if need be. The combination of her skills and friends would make her a force to be reckoned with even without her powers.

(The pictures were taken from these sites: spiky knautia, shield, dogwood, iris, lotus, lily of the valley, foxglove, rock rose, water lily, daffodil, green rose, black rose, sunflower, poppy, chrysanthemum, wolfsbane, liatris, buttercup, bleeding heart flowers and kadupul!)

[kingofthe-egirls]

BETTER THAN SAKÉ: LUFFY x HIYORI

part 1

(cw: kissing, sex, gear 5 shenanigans)

(a/n: am i the only one who ships them?)

words: 1.8k

****

You strum your shamisen, humming along to your favorite tune. You’re sitting on your knees atop the ship’s figurehead. Luffy is sitting crosslegged next to you, swaying side to side with his eyes closed. He hums along, too.

“I like your voice,” you say softly. It’s loud and brass, unashamed and sweet. “I like it when you sing.”

“Shishisi!” Luffy giggles, his hand behind his head. He sways side to side again, singing louder. He doesn’t know the words, so he just la-la-la’s it to his heart’s content.

You play for him, smiling softly.

He smiles back, and sparks fly down your chest. His grin widens, as if he can see it on your face. He leans forward, over the shamisen, to kiss you. It’s not the first kiss you’ve shared, but it still sends firecrackers down your spine.

“Luffy,” you whisper. His name is fizzy on your tongue, sweet like ginger soda. His lips taste like plums.

“Captain’s quarters,” he says briefly. He stands, holding out his hand to you with a grin on his face. The setting sun casts shadows over his eyes, the brim of his straw hat obscuring them from you.

You slide your hand into his.

“Gum-gum…rocket!” Luffy roars. You gasp, holding your shamisen to your chest, but it’s too late. You’re ricocheting through the air.

Luffy slams against his cabin’s door, with you at his side. You scream out a curse, shielding your instrument from the impact. Your shoulder thuds against the wooden door. “Luffy!” You gasp indignantly.

“Shishishi,” he snickers as he opens the door to his room. He lets you walk in first. Such a gentleman.

You roll your eyes.

As soon as the door is closed behind him, he takes your hips in his strong hands, and pushes you up against it. You gasp, surprised and turned on almost immediately. “Luff—!”

“Captain,” he corrects you, spiky black hair brushing your forehead. You swallow, and nod.

“Captain.”

He grins.

“Good!”

And then he is kissing you, fiercely.

Luffy’s lips are soft and warm, and his practice with you these past few weeks is showing. He closes his teeth around your bottom lip, and pulls. You groan, arching into the touch. Your hands curl into the red fabric of his vest. He snickers.

“Melting already?”

You scowl, pushing him away from you. He laughs, falling backward onto the bed with a rubbery bounce. His face is rosy, his eyes dark with pleasure from kissing you. His vest is left open over muscular abs, the V of his hips sharply disappearing into the waistband of his shorts.

Gods, he’s hot.

You stare.

Luffy lets you.

He leans back on his elbows, kicking his heels into the base of the bed.

“Like whatcha see?” He asks with a cock of his head. His syrupy grin betrays the confidence he’s started to build from these trysts with you. You haven’t more than kissed him.

But he’s in love with you.

“So much,” you breathe, closing the distance between you to take his face in your hands. You kiss him, standing between his legs. He eagerly kisses you back, sitting up to circle his arms around your waist.

His lips move softly against yours. His tongue tastes salty from his meat-only dinner, as he slowly strokes it inside your mouth. He circles the tip around your tongue, and you let out an embarrassing moan.

You’re in love with him, too.

“Captain…,” you whine. He sucks at your bottom lip, before kissing along your heated cheeks. His touch, his mouth, his fingertips…everything melts you into a puddle of fizzy, liquid gold.

“Whaaaat?” He drawls, circling his tongue at the space below your ear, “What does princess need from captain?” His voice is low, hoarse.

“…More.”

He pulls back, studying your face with shadows in his eyes. “More?”

You nod, biting your lip.

The ship rocks gently in the waves, the orange light of the almost-set sun tingeing the room burnished gold. His bed is messy and soft, with a deep red comforter all comfy and plush. You want to tangle yourself beneath it. You want to tangle yourself with him.

“Never done more than this,” he says, stroking your waist.

You shake your head.

“I don’t care.”

He smiles: big and genuine.

You want to bury yourself inside his smile and live there.

“Captain Luffy, please…,” you moan, touching your forehead to his.

He makes a small sound, before pulling you onto his lap. You gasp, surprised. His desire is evident through the hardness in his jeans.

You move against it, instinctually. Luffy groans, thunking his head into your shoulder. His straw hat is pushed back, and you gently run your fingers through his crow-feather hair. “If…if you want, I mean.”

Luffy smooches your collarbone. “Don’t wanna mess it up,” he mumbles into your skin. You shrug.

“Somethin’s always gonna get messed up,” you say, still carding your fingers through his hair. He hums appreciatively at the touch. “But it doesn’t matter, cuz it’s you.”

Luffy looks up at you, chin between your breasts. “Will ya teach me?”

Your whole body flares hot.

You nod dumbly.

“Whatever ya want…,” you whisper.

Luffy grins.

“I want everything.”

****

Luffy is soft.

He skims his fingertips up the sides of your arms, sitting back against the bed’s headrest. You’re straddling his lap, arms around his neck. The sea is calm: the ship’s motions soft and lulling. Luffy kicks up his chin, fitting his nose beneath your jawline.

“So pretty f’me, princess.”

You smile, cheeks hot, as you stroke his hair. It’s dark and spiky, with a thick texture and grease at the roots. His own fingers go to the ends of your turquoise strands. He brings a lock to his lips, and kisses it.

The gesture brings fireworks to your belly. You swallow, and find that your hips have begun moving of their own accord. You slowly grind against Luffy’s clothed cock, all hard and ready beneath you. Your core aches.

“More, Captain?”

“Course,” he whispers, hooking a finger into the knot of your wrap shirt’s sash. He deftly undoes the satin knot, and slowly reveals your bare chest. He sighs, lips parted, and with darkened eyes brings his lips to your nipple. His hand massages your other breast, small sounds of pleasure escaping him. You toss your head back, riding his clothed lap.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against your skin, switching sides.

His ministrations strike lightning across your chest, electricity spiking your heart rate and warming your face. You stroke his hair, and once your eyes open you see the start of white forming at the ends. His hair waves and foams, little white clouds swirling in the air around him.

“Captain?”

He looks up, mouth still attached to your sensitive nipple.

His eyes are pink.

“Mm?” He asks, still focused on his task. The white clouds have formed a mantle around his shoulders, and his hair is now the color of moonlight.

Gear 5.

“Luffy!” You say in surprise, as he starts to laugh softly against your skin. He pulls back, hands still kneading your breasts like dough.

“Sorry,” he says, voice raspy, “S’okay?”

Gulping, you nod.

You have no idea what you’re in for.

****

Hearts form in Luffy’s eyes.

He’s got his hands on your hips, hissing as he slowly lowers you onto his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. His girth is immense and the stretch of it stings. A moan of discomfort leaves your lips, and Luffy slows. He gazes up at you with heart eyes. A wolf whistle sounds off to the side.

“S’big,” you say, pouting.

Luffy grins.

“Sorry, princess,” he snickers (not sounding sorry at all) and placed a hand on your lower belly. “Lemme stretch ya, babygirl~”

His touch brings warmth, and you melt into it. He’s softened your body, let you be as rubber as he is, and suddenly the sting is gone. Replaced only by pleasure.

Luffy is a god.

It’s something new, you’ve realized, that this is sun god Nika. This is Luffy, but it isn’t, but it is, and the confusion of it all has you burying your face in his hair. You breathe in, and smell cinnamon.

“Luuuffyyy,” you moan, riding him slowly. His hands travel to your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. “Faster?”

Luffy lets out a surprised sound of pleasure, before gripping your ass hard with a wicked grin. He lowers down into the pillows, plants his feet flat on the mattress, and starts pummeling up into you from below.

You yelp, and steady yourself with your arms around his shoulders. His cock is massaging your walls, hitting all the right spots. Has he really never done this before?

“So—good!” You whine out, the feelings of fireworks still exploding like gunpowder in your belly.

Luffy’s eyes pop of out his head.

Literally.

Steam curls from his ears. His tongue rolls out of his mouth as whines and gasps of pleasure leave him. His movements stutter, as another wave of train whistles sound off from the side.

“Luffy!” You say his name in a broken rasp, doing your best to hold on. He’s got his arms around you, holding you in place. His hips slap up against yours. The sound of his balls slapping your ass is nothing short of pornographic.

Your pleasure is growing, as a cresting wave overtakes you. “Luffy!” You say his name with your eyes squeezed shut, mouth parted in an “O” as you orgasm around his cock.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for captain~” He whispers in a heady tone. His hips speed up, and it’s all you can do to cry his name in moans of ecstasy. He’s better than saké.

You drag your hands down Luffy’s abdomen, marveling at his muscles. He grins, cheeks flushed.

“Like it?” He asks with an arch in his swirly eyebrow.

“Mhmm!” You nod eagerly. He laughs, an outburst of pure joy. He licks his lips, and speeds up even more inside you.

“S’coming, baby~!”

Luffy’s eyes are squeezed shut, steam still pouring out of his ears. Pink hearts fizzle and pop around his cloudy head. Your own breaths puff steamy and hot, ducklings squeaking in circled around your head. Fuck.

“M’cumming, m’cumming~!”

Luffy’s cries of pleasure send you over the edge right along with him.

Sparks—!

“Luffy!”

His seed fills you up, all white and hot as it paints your walls in pleasure. The steam dissipates. One last, lone whistle sounds off, and you laugh. Your body is warm, all melty, all liquid gold as you both come down.

You lean forward, kissing all over Luffy’s sweaty face. He’s blushing, panting, and so beautiful.

“Love ya, captain~”

He smooches your lips, smiling sleepily. He nips at your bottom lip.

“Love ya too, princess.”

****

[coolbugs]

Bug of the Day

I was so psyched that I managed to successfully rear this Golden Tortoise Beetle (Charidotella sexpunctata) from a wee larvae with a gross poop hat (fecal shield) to this rad red sports car! And then I realized that I forgot to get baby photos, so you will just have to imagine a flat but spiky larva covered with its own waste. Or Google it :-)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ok so, before the indigo disk released I heard there was going to be people with competitive movesets, so before it released I literally made myself an entire competitive team. IM A CASUAL PLAYER 😭😭 and I just think it’d be really funny that carmine and kieran would probably think i’m just gonna stroll up with my usual team but nope swords dance + scale shot 💃 if you could write their reactions to the new squad I just think it’d be funny lmao

(If you want the team I made for reference, it was koraidon, ogerpon, chien-pao, blood moon ursaluna, armarouge, and a shiny slither wing because I felt like having a shiny so I hunted one lol)

- 🪑🥚

Bro I went into the Indigo Disk 100% blind so you can imagine my shock when I realized double battles were gonna be everywhere </3

I mostly had a "fuck it we ball" mentality going through it (which made some battles go on for WAY too long), but later I taught my Ceruledge Poltergeist when I realized almost every NPC in the dlc uses held items.

Funny enough Ogerpon (with Spiky Shield) and BM Ursaluna were on my team. He was an absolute TANK with the assault vest and he knocked out Hydrapple with a Moonblast

Anyways enough rambling and onto the request!

......

Kieran

He was expecting your usual team when you started challenging the BB Elite Four, rolling his eyes at the thought of you trying to use the same old tactics to defeat him.

But he's changed. He's gotten stronger and wanted you to be surprised by what he can do now.

Instead, though, when you arrive to the championship battle...not only did you bring out Ogerpon with her teal mask to (supposedly) insult him, but you also had Chien-Pao, which may spell trouble for his Dragonite.

He'll admit, you were clever to bring a Pokémon who could lower the defense of all the others and cut their HP in half with Ruination..but he doesn't give up yet.

Seeing a shiny that looked like a Volcarona but fluffier was certainly bewildering--as is the Bloodmoon Ursaluna you managed to tame back in Kitakami and the Armarouge who sets up a Psychic Terrain to boost its Expanding Force, allowing it to hit two of his Pokémon at once.

Oh, and apparently you have not one but TWO Koraidons, with the one you brought into battle being more brash and a fierce fighter in its Apex build.

You set that one up with a Swords Dance + Scale Shot combo that absolutely kicks ass, somehow striking your opponents 4-5 times whenever you command it.

Kieran's certainly gotten smarter about his team, but so have you, and he's livid about it.

It was like you enjoyed knocking him down over and over again...yet he can't hear the reluctance in your voice as you utter the final move that finishes off his Hydrapple.

You knew you had to win. He needed to be humbled.

But it didn't feel good at all as you watched him crumble and Drayton rub his loss in his face.

Carmine

When you battled her, she (like her brother) expected to see some familiar faces on your team.

Yet you surprised her (in a good way, very much unlike her brother) with Ogerpon, and she smiles and asks if she missed her, with the legendary responding with a small hop and a happy trill....

Followed by a devastating Ivy Cudgel that lands a critical hit on her Pokémon.

Yeah, she can definitely tell you've been training the Ogre a lot, but she's proud of how confident she's grown nevertheless.

Seeing you have both Chien-Pao and another Koraidon working in tandem is impressive, especially with that Ruination + Swords Dance + Scale Shot combo you pulled.

BM Ursaluna and Shiny Slither Wing are the only two that genuinely shock Carmine, as she's only seen one in myths and the other....she's never seen in her entire life.

But after the trip to Area Zero, she understands Slither Wings better (although she's amazed you managed to find a shiny down there).

Either way, those two are powerhouses.

She remembered you talking about a little lonely Charcadet you found during an outbreak, and to see it has grown up into a mighty Armarouge was such a sweet thing to see.

You clearly took the time to plan out your team before coming to the Blueberry Academy.

Carmine found your battle to be fun.

Although she can't exactly say Kieran will feel the same way..considering Ogerpon is with you and you have some new tricks up your sleeve.

But she figured he oughta find that out for himself.