#steven champ

[shinystoneboy]

Alright guys, let's discuss the most important question of this Sunday: is Steven huband material or not? If yes, why, if not, why? I want to create a list of reasons why Steven is the perfect husband hihi (I want to hear the negative points too!)

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[champ-cabinet]

Well the pokémon have discovered Rotomblr because I just had to snatch my phone back from Metagross. — 🪨

[mc-survivalist-steven]

I've been thinking and thinking. Call me a researcher or just a stranger. And something's been gnawing on my mind.

I didn't know Herobrines could reproduce let alone be female. There's an overabundance in males and females are a rarity from my observation. That is such an odd thing. Not to mention that Herobrines don't really- reproduce. Of course with exceptions, but the cases I know do it rather traditionally.

Your mother- (likely a brine all the same - as you describe yourself one too) Your mother produced children by spreading spores of some kind. Some parts of herself I guess. A power to mend into the elements and create another living being in such a way is baffling.

To get to the point and my actual question.

I've been pondering- spreading Herobrine offspring on such a wide scale (as you mentioned you had plenty of siblings) and seemingly not weakening herself if she could do that en mass. Maybe it's less of making more Brines from herself but something more akin to Brine-Spawns. (like vampire-spawns- a weaker kind of vampire sprung from a true one)

With that odd thought- you are the child of a Herobrine, but not a full brine yourself? Do you think that is kinda true?

Brines are such a rarity, your mother releasing tousands of offspring into the world and them being true Brines seems a little unreasonable.

Of course I may be mistaken as every elusive indivitual of a brine works different than the next. Maybe you and your "species" aren't actual brines by many a definition from each their own flaws.

Ah..... I've been talking a lot. What do you think about this whole- thing? Maybe you know more than I do. Probably.

[demigodofhoolemere]

I’m very glad we have all these nice photos but I’d give anything to see these beautiful clothes in action!

[jils-things]

i love my oc fo i love my oc fo

[lupismaris]

My local radio station's morning show really has it out for my mental health these days

[shinystoneboy]

Alright guys. Let's talk about why Steven Stone is husband material. I made a list, so enjoy!

1. He's protective and would protect you of all costs.

2. You can always feel safe with him

3. He doesn't really boast about that he's rich or his talent. He definitely knows that he is a strong Pokémon trainer, but he's not boasting about this all the time.

4. He's confident

5. He's kind and cares about your feelings

6. He's a good listener and loves listening to you

7. He wants to make you feel safe and secure

8. He's empathic

9. He cares about you and he wants you to be happy

10. Even if he's longer away, he tries everything to make you feel loved. He phones you, texts you and even sends you postcards and letters!

11. He has a great sense of style (personally, I actually prefer his old suit from Ruby and Sapphire, but I love the new one too!) (Psychology student speaking here, looks are important too if you like a person!)

12. He wants to travel the world with you and makes memories with you

13. You will never go to bed in a fight with him. He always wants you to feel loved

14. He's telling you how he feels about you (a lot!) You will never have to worry about his feelings for you

15. The best feeling in the world for him is, when you two are laying in his bed, snuggled together, watching Netflix together and drinking a hot chocolate. Nothing can bet this feeling for him.

I may extend this list someday, but all in all, Steven is for me the perfect husband.

(Special thanks to @pittythedingus-blog , your points were great!!)

[champ-cabinet]

NOOOOOOOOOOO — 🪨

[tournoidesgeneriquesfr]

Bienvenue dans le Tournoi des Génériques Fr !

Parce que, peu importe votre génération, si vous avez grandi avec la télé, vous connaissez forcément des génériques en français qui sont incroyables.

LES NOMINATIONS SONT À PRÉSENT TERMINÉES !

Les génériques sélectionnés :

Adventure Time

Albator (78)

Albator (84)

Albert le 5ème mousquetaire

Amour, Gloire et Beauté

Angel's Friends

Arnold et Willy

Atomic Betty

Babar

Barbapapa

Ben 10

Beyblade

Beyblade : Métal Fusion

Bibifoc

Blake et Mortimer

Bob l'Éponge

C'est Pas Sorcier

Candy

Capitaine Flam

Cat's Eyes

Cédric

Charlotte aux fraises

Champs-Elysées

Châteauvallon

Chocolat et Vanilla

Code Lyoko

Conan l'Aventurier

Corentin

Corneille et Bernie

Dallas

Danny Fantôme

Denver le Dernier Dinosaure

Détective Conan (premier générique)

Didou

Digimon

Dorémi Magique (premier générique)

Dragon Ball (version club do)

Dragon Ball Z (version club do)

Flapacha où es-tu ?

Foot 2 Rue (Amitié et Respect)

Ford Boyard

Fraggle Rock

Franklin

Galactik Football

George de la jungle

Goldorak

Hamtaro

Heidi (version québécoise)

Hélène et les Garçons

Heroes

Il était une fois la vie

Il était une fois les découvreurs

Il était une fois les explorateurs

Il était une fois l'espace

Il était une fois l'Homme

Inazuma Eleven

Inspecteur Gadget

Intervilles

Jayce et les Conquérants de la Lumière

Jeanne et Serge

Ken le Survivant

Kilari (premier générique)

Kim Possible

Koh Lanta

L'Agence Tous Risques

L'Âne Trotro

L'École des Champions

L'île aux enfants

La Bande à Picsou

La Carte aux Trésors

Lady Oscar

La Légende de Zorro

La Reine du fond des temps

Le Cœur a ses raisons

Le Petit Castor

Le Petit Prince

Le Prince et la Sirène (Marina la petite sirène)

Le Sourire du Dragon (Donjons & Dragons)

Le Tour du Monde en 80 jours (version furry)

Les 3 mousquetaires (version furry)

Les Aventures de Lucky Luke

Les Chevaliers du Zodiaque

Les Daltons

Les Dossiers de l'Écran

Les Entrechats

Les Malheurs de Sophie

Les Mondes Engloutis

Les Mystérieuses Cités d'Or

Les Pyjamasks

Les Ratz

Lolirock

Lucile Amour et Rock'n'roll

Maguy

Marcelino

Marc et Sophie

Marotte et Charlie

Martin Matin

Martin Mystère

Maya l'Abeille

Mes Parrains sont Magiques

Mew Mew Power (premier générique)

Mimi Cracra (générique de la première série)

Minus et Cortex

Miraculous

Moi Renard

Molierissimo

Mona le vampire

Mon ami Marsupilami

Mon petit poney (g1)

Monster Allergy

My little pony : Friendship is magic (g4)

Nadia le secret de l'eau bleue

Nicky Larson

Oban Star Racers

Oggy et les cafards

Olive et Tom

Oscar et Malika, toujours en retard

Oui-Oui

Peppa Pig

Père Castor

Petit Ours Brun

Phinéas et Ferb

Plus belle la vie

Pokémon (premier générique)

Premiers Baisers

Princesse Sarah

Prison Break

Quoi d'neuf Scooby Doo

Rahan

Ranma 1/2

Robinson Sucroë

Robotech

Sailor Moon

Sakura Chasseuse de Cartes

Salut les Musclés

Sam le pompier

Samsam

Shaman King

Sherlock Holmes (version furry)

Shuriken School

Simsala Grimm

Sonic X

Sourire d'enfer

Sous le signe des mousquetaires

Starsky et Hutch

Steven Universe

Sylvestre et Titi

T'choupi

Tao Tao

Tchaou et Grodo

Téléchat

Thalassa (premier générique)

Tintin

Titeuf (saison 3)

Tom Sawyer

Tortues Ninjas (2003)

Totally Spies (le générique fr)

Ulysse 31

Wakfu

Winx

W.I.T.C.H

Yu-Gi-Oh

Yu-Gi-Oh GX

Zorro (avec Guy Williams)

(inspiré par le tournoi memique des chansons fr de @elmaxlys )

[jadeazora]

Hau and Kukui are more "Title Defense" matches since they're competing with you for the champion seat. I also feel like Kukui would be a too obvious pick like Guzma was in my "cusses most" poll, so didn't want that. Former champ Mustard excluded for similar reasons, as well as only having 12 options. (I figure most people tend to see Wallace in the Gym Leader role too.)

Imo, Cynthia has always given the vibe that she could physically kick someone's ass if need be. (It's more or less that Garchomp solves pretty much all of her problems.)

I was also pretty wary about Kieran laying hands on the protagonist, like when he's snapping bad after he finds out that we've been keeping secrets about Ogerpon from him.

In the manga at least, Lance tried to push a girl into lava a couple of times, and less extreme, he mugged a Rocket guy for his outfit in the anime, so he's a pretty valid option too and has a history there.

[champ-cabinet]

Hi Steve! — 📝

Everyone say hi to Steve. — 📝

Hello! — 🪨

Hiiiiiiii — 🥃

Hey Steve — 🎥

What wisdom is bestowed upon us, Steve? — 👑

🪱 <- steve

[spnbabe67]

Fire Up The Night

Kinktober Day 30: Against The Wall (B.B.)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smut, Throw away character gets a little handsy, PiV, Sex in an Alley,

Summary: Butcher can't stand the sight of seeing Samarra flirt with someone else. But she isn't his, right?

Word Count: 2233

Authors Note: Title is the title of a song by New Medicine

I know I wrote something similar to this with my last Jake Seresin entry, but I what can I say? I'm a sucker for the possessive type, and I hopefully made this different enough to count. I also decided halfway through I could have written it another way, but by that point it was too late for me to go back and change it because I still had to study for an exam the next day.

Butcher was two seconds away from crushing the tumbler full of whiskey in his grasp. He didn’t know how long Samarra had been across the bar talking to a sleazy looking guy, a Supe high up in the Vought chain if the info they were given had any credibility. Not quite as god-like as one of the Seven, but definitely had enough clearance that if they managed to snatch the wanker, they could get some good intel off of him. But fuck, if he had to watch Samarra flirt with him for any longer, Butcher was gonna kill someone. The Supe, Steve or Tony or something, had her leaned back on her elbows against the bar, shooting her a thousand-watt grin, plying her with a seemingly endless supply of alcohol. Butcher could help the twinge of satisfaction he felt every time the Supe bought her some fruity little drink. At least I know what she likes.

Samarra, to her credit, seemed to hold her liquor well, holding out through the conversation like a champ. Maybe a little too well. Butcher gritted his teeth at the nagging thought. Her smile looked just a little too bright, laugh sounding a little too real for his liking. From his vantage point in the corner of the club, he could see the way Samarra didn’t balk from Tony/Steve’s hungry gaze devouring her body on display. Butcher had argued the dress made of gold-accented black gauzy material that hung off every curve and dip of her body was too damn revealing, but Annie had insisted, and Samarra had agreed with her. He knew she was stunning, but why choose that dress in particular; she could seduce a sworn celibate in a pair of week old sweats, she didn’t need all the makeup piled on her features or the glitz and glam. It was simply adding insult to injury.

The worst part was he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Wasn’t supposed to feel this raw and grating jealousy every time Samarra trailed her finger up the Supe’s arm. They were fuck buddies for fuck’s sake, not going steady. So all Butcher could do was watch on in silence, doing his best to keep his cool as she worked her magic, every tinkling laugh and featherlight touch on the poor sap’s arm, chest, shoulder, only pulling Tony/Steve further and further into her web of lies. Butcher should have been disturbed how easy this was for her, but instead it had the opposite effect. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the pounding music and flashing lights, mostly naked bodies grinding on the floors and poles, but he’d had to readjust his pants more than once watching her seduce Tony/Steve. 

After what Butcher deemed too damn long, Samarra’s gray eyes caught his, disappointment and anger ebbing over him at the subtlest shake of her head. Not necessarily at her, but at their informant for giving them wrong intel, wasting their time and needlessly putting them in danger. He’d definitely be killing somebody later. Maybe now, Butcher thought as Tony/Steve’s hand landed on Samarra’s waist. Way far past having enough, he downed the rest of his drink before weaving his way through the crowd.

Samarra kept the preformative smile plastered to her face, looking up at Steven beneath heavily lidded eyes, playing the drunken bimbo to a T. She had to stop herself from viscerally recoiling from his sweaty palm on her waist, feeling his humidity through the very delicate fabric of her dress. 

“Oi, cunt. You messin’ with me girl?”

That feeling of disdain and exasperation quickly faded as Butcher’s familiar accent came from her left. She had to bite her lip to keep from bursting into laughter as he muscled his way between her and Sleazen, as she’d named him in her head, Sleazen’s eyes going wide at the intimidating figure Butcher cut, immediately stepping off her. His familiar scent wafted over her, putting her nerves less on edge as they’d just been. She had full confidence she could drop Sleazen if she had to, but knowing she had back up only helped matters. 

“I’m alright, Baby.” Samarra turned to Butcher, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as she gave the quickest sidelong glance to the Not-Supe before passionately, and loudly, kissing Butcher, hoping he understood the angle she was playing.

He clearly got the message, big hands falling to her hips, replacing the same area where Sleazen had just had his own grip. After a second, Samarra peeked an eye open, checking to see if the coast was clear. When she saw Sleazen was nowhere to be seen, she pulled away taking a breath, giggling to herself.

“Holy shit was he a loser.” Samarra adjusted the strap of her dress, the satin strip having almost slipped off her shoulder. What she missed was the way Butcher’s dark gaze caught on the movement, pulling his attention back to her face. 

“I bet.” He guided her by the waist away from the bar and through the throng of people. “You can tell me and the others just as soon as we get back.” 

Samarra didn’t think too much about it when Billy led her out one of the side exits, the dark doorway leading into a small alleyway behind the club. The fresh air was welcomed, Samarra breathing it in deeply as the chill of the night sent a shiver down her spine. She damn near ran into Butcher’s back, her gaze skyward to look at the stars speckling the pitch black backdrop. 

“Butch, why’d you stop?” Samarra wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m freezin’ my tits off out here.”

Her brows furrowed as Butcher looked at her over his shoulder, turning around to face her. His pupils were blown wide and the way he was looking at her had heat pooling in her core. It was so different from the entitled gaze of Sleazen, this heated look was welcomed, encouraged even.

“What?” Samarra asked, laughing awkwardly as Butcher took a step towards her, making her step back. Or she would have had the cold stone of the brick wall hadn’t bit into her back, making her flinch at the harsh temperature contrast.

“Do you,” Butcher took another half step closer; if Samarra tilted her head up and leaned in just a little, their mouths would touch. “Have any idea, what you do to me.”

Samarra ran her tongue over her lips, her mouth parting open slightly as her breath hitched as he got closer. “I have an idea.”

All it took was Butcher dipping his head to capture her lips, kissing her deeply, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. Samarra let her eyes fall shut at the sensation of his mouth on hers, his body brushing up against her arms. He took hold of her wrist, unfurling her arms from around her body and a small noise escaped her as Butcher guided her hand down between their bodies to press her palm against the very obvious bulge in his jeans. 

“Alla that just from watchin ya work your magic on that sleazy cunt.” Butcher groaned against her skin, trailing his mouth down her jaw to her neck.

Samarra bit her lip, palming him through his jeans. “I think that says more about who you are as a man than it does about my skills.”

She felt him snort a laugh against her neck, nipping playfully at the junction of her neck and shoulder. Samarra tipped her head back against the wall, rolling her hips against the thigh he’d nudged between her legs, pinning her against the brick. Butcher’s hand slid up the outside of her thigh, teasing under the thin fabric of her dress, the hem having fallen about mid-thigh. A cheeky grin tipped the corners of her lips upward as Butcher cursed against her neck as his hands slid high enough on her thigh and hips to realize that she was not, in fact, wearing any panties. 

“Fuckin’ diabolical.” Butcher growled, kissing her harshly. “Gonna give this old man a heart attack pulling shit like this.” 

“Who said it was for you?” 

Butcher’s answering swat to the inside of her thigh had Samarra laughing breathily. The teasing was short lived as he palmed her ass, kneading the softness there before hoisting her upwards, wrapping her legs around his waist. The leather of his trench coat was cold against the bare skin of her legs, but the heat pooling between her legs more than made up for it, along with the warmth of his torso through his dress shirt

Samarra knew her arousal was soaking into the bottom of his shirt but she couldn’t find it in her to care as Butcher’s hip chased her hand as she deftly undid his belt and the button of his jeans. His beard chafed at the side of her neck as he worked to kiss and suck dark marks into her skin, his hand coming up to knead her breasts through her dress He groaned deeply, the sound reverberating into her body when as he went to kiss her, Samarra brought her hand to her mouth, licking her palm wrapping it around his length, pumping her hand up and down him loosely as she pulled him free from his clothes. He bucked his hips against her hand, rutting his cock through her fingers as she guided him to her center. 

They both groaned as the head of him slid inside of her. Butcher leaned in, reclaiming her mouth. Samarra’s desperate moans lived and died on his tongue as he slid in and in until his hips sat flush against her. Butcher slid back out, almost all the way, before slamming back in, making her cry out, the sound swallowed by his mouth. Again and again he rocked his hips back just to slam back in, driving her into the wall. Samarra could feel the roughness of the brick at her back digging into her skin, scraping and scratching every time he bottomed out with a sharp thrust. 

Samarra slid her hands up and down his torso, trying to find someplace to steady herself against the onslaught of harsh thrusts, ending up on his shoulders. She rolled her hips back against him, keeping up with his punishing rhythm the best she could. Her head goes hazy at his seemingly omnipresent existence; he’s around her, he's inside her, even as her breaths grew into ragged pants she breathed in his scent. Butcher’s lips migrated back down her jaw, ending up on her neck as he braced a hand on the wall beside her head. 

“Fuck, Mara.” Butcher mumbled, nearly inaudibly, and Samarra wondered if his utterance was meant to be incoherent as he continued. “I shouldn’t be jealous. You aren’t even mine.”

Samarra bit her lip hard as the revelation was punctuated with a harsh thrust, his movements becoming more uneven, snapping up into her harder and harder until she started to see stars behind her eyes. Samarra clung to him as that coil in her belly grew tighter, her thighs starting to go lazy around his waist. Butcher came with a string of curses into her shoulder, hips stuttering, gripping her thigh to keep it in place on his side. Samarra rolled her hips against him, garnering the friction of his still-on pants against his clit to supplement the change in rhythm. He continued to fuck into her until her inner walls squeezed around him, a keening moan falling from her lips as she came.

Butcher pulled away just enough as they both panted harshly in the post-climax high. He helped set her back down on her feet, holding onto his arm since her legs were still shaky. Samarra straightened the skirt of her dress back down her legs, running a thumb under her lip to swipe away her smeared lipstick. 

“You got-” Butcher gestured to her mouth as she did.

“Here?” She rubbed a different spot.

“No, a little more over-not that far.” Butcher huffed at her before grabbing her wrist. “Just, let me get it.”

Samarra stood still as Butcher reached up, dragging his thumb along the side of her lip, his minstations gentle as he removed her smudged lipstick before pulling his hand away. 

“Thanks.” She said quietly, suppressing a shiver as the loss of heat reminded her just how cold it was outside. “Shall we. I’m sure M.M. and the others are thinkin’ we got ourselves into trouble.”

Butcher nodded, gesturing for her to walk ahead of him around the back of the building. Samarra flinched when as they rounded the corner with the parking lot in sight, something warm encased her shoulders. Butcher’s cologne filled her nose as she realized it was his trench coat, patched many times over and warm, that he’d plunked down on her shoulders. She looked up at him with pinched brows, but his only reply was a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. Samarra opened her mouth to say something, anything. Maybe address what he’d muttered into her body minutes before. But in the end she shut it, chalking it up to the heat of the moment; it wasn’t like she knew how to broach the subject if it wasn’t anyway. Instead she stayed silent, sliding into Butcher’s car as he pointed the headlights back to the apartment.

[charogne-rpg]

̷ C̷H̷A̷R̷O̷G̷N̷E̷

a city that revels in damage and deformity so long as it's happening to somebody else.

Charogne, ville moyenne nichée dans les babines du diable. Totem d'un "american dream" au goût de fumée qui reste dans la gorge et étouffe toute sa communauté. Là au milieu du Midwest, proche de la ville de Peoria siège cette cité pleine de traces, de marques indélébiles qui auront marqué ces générations et les anciennes.

Charogne nous rappelle ces cités post-industrielles que l'on trouve tout le long du paysage américains du Midwest au sud du pays. Ce paysage tout plein de fantômes et de terreur mais de beauté aussi. La ville alterne à ses extrémités entre ces tableaux de friches industrielles décrépites, presque le signe d'un vampirisme qui a aspiré toute la vie de sa terre. Aussi, les champs de blé à perte de vue, quelques habitations et cette dense forêt à la Constable ou plutôt à la Titien quand il peint son Actaeon bouffé par ses chiens.

Les franges centrales de la ville, renferment les banlieues, cages dorées au vernis qui s'écaille. Les maisons semblent toutes gonflées de l’orgueil de leurs occupants. Ici certains pensent encore qu'ils échapperont à cette malédiction qui semble s'abattre sur la ville depuis sa création. Enfin au milieu le paysage pleinement urbain, le centre-ville, l'université et tout l'éventail de la ville parfaite. Les secrets enterrés bien profondément dans ses sols, sous un bitume qui couvre une nécropole.

Juste une autre ville aux relents d'americana où les cadavres se mêlent au macadam sous un soleil de plomb. Juste une autre ville assez bête pour croire qu'un dieu ou quelconque mythe viendra offrir son aide. Hélas toutes les versions de cette histoire indiquent un abattoir, la violence presque une mélodie obligatoire.

Evénements fondateurs

1687 : Arrivée de colons protestants

1876 : Holocauste des populations amérindiennes et fondation officielle de Charogne.

1902 : Incendie mystérieux de la première église, premiers signes étranges rapportés.

1955 : Première série de disparitions d'enfants lors de la foire annuelle.

1988 : Série de meurtres dans le cinéma de la ville qui ferme ses portes, il réouvrira 3 ans plus tard.

1999 : Massacre durant le bal de promo du lycée, marquant durablement la communauté.

Aujourd'hui : Le maire vient de mourir, 3ème victime d'un tueur inconnu dans les derniers mois.

Figures importantes de la ville

Sheriff Nathan Sisley & son adjoint Kyle Sanders

Nouveau maire : Thomas Denvers & Conseillère Martha Jacky

Directeur de l'université : Steven Lambert & Coach du lycée Mike Travons

Ancienne Homecoming Queen : Jessica Lowell & journaliste Danny Monroe

Père Auguste Rener

Propriétaires d'un diner local : Maggie Dawson & Edgar Barnes

Directrice du musée : Sandra Holloway

Familles historiques : Les Marrowbone & Les Nelson

Ces personnages seront pour la majorité des PNJ qui pourront intervenir dans vos RPs tout comme le tueur le pourra.

[vylad243]

I love that Lance has powers! I wish it was something more explored upon, I know it's only for the manga, but it's so unique for him of all people to have healing and mind powers!

I'm glad someone else loves canon trans Lance

Pokemon champion headcanons (mostly Lance because I'm making a series with him)

Lance is vegetarian, and it shocks everyone that finds out

Cynthia and Diantha started planning girl trips and go once a month

Lance is trans (I'm actually pretty sure this is canon since only females can have vermilion forest powers?) BUT he has a cute little trans pin, but everyone just thinks Sylveon is his favourite fairy type

Wallace knows a stupid amount of information about rocks because of Steven

Steven ran away from school to pursue his own adventure and life

Steven saved a Beldum (His Metagross) from pokémon poachers when he was a kid

Lance and Steven both have a lot of anxiety, but Lance takes medication for it while Steven rawdogs life

Clair has broken into many league meetings just to annoy Lance. They have a board that says "__ days since Clair last interrupted"

Lance is under a lot of pressure to be the perfect role model 24/7 because he's the heir ro the Blackthorn Clan

Leon doesn't realize how obnoxious or annoying he is to the others, but luckily the others have godly patience

Diantha once slept throughout an entire meeting because she was so overworked

Geeta still needs Lance's help running all the leagues because she only recently took his job of being the chairwoman

Steven bought chocolates that were shaped and painted like rocks and will eat them at meetings. It scares the shit out of everyone because they know he would eat a rock if he could

Wallace can't cook for shit, but is a wonderful baker

Alder wants to fistfight everyone in the league. He's curious who would beat him

Lance is actually the strongest trainer, but being able to read thoughts tends to be exhausting when you hear hundreds of thousands of thoughts during battles and it causes him to lose focus and get migraines

Lance almost has a 100% loserate at huge events because of this, but he would rather die than admit he has an issue

Cynthia's garchomp has tried to bite everyone at least once.

Iris will eat sticks to establish dominance

Wallace and Steven met when Steven ran away from school and they travelled together for a while

Leon has so many duplicates of hats because he keeps forgetting he already owns them

Lance and Alder are both insomniacs and whenever something happens in the other regions, they're the first to be asked for help because they're always awake

Alder is considered the babysitter of the champions and he wears that badge with honour

Every single champion is overworked, but the adults work extra hard so the kids don't have to be as worked as they are

Geeta curses in Spanish a lot

Cynthia cannot sing for shit

Lance heals most of the champions' pokémon when he can

Alder is trying to make Lance and N hang out because they have similar powers and he thinks it would do them good

Diantha is scared of the dark a bit

Geeta is probably the worst at showing her emotions

Leon, despite not being the youngest, is considered the baby of the group

Steven is the best at directions. He recognizes trees and it honestly freaks everyone out

Steven, Lance, and Cynthia are blessed by Arceus, but they do not know it

Lance knows way too much about the earth because of Cynthia and Steven. Once they start talking, they do not stop

Yes, Lance, Cynthia, and Steven all hang out together when they can

Leon watched Steven lick a rock and did the same thing. He had no idea Steven was actually testing the rock and thought the rock just tasted good

The champions all mutually agree to never make Alder or Lance mad

They've never seen them mad, but they know better

Geeta struggles to get along with the other champions a lot

Iris still gets nervous around the other champions

Iris and Lance like to show off their survival skills to one another

Leon still gets lost when he goes to the league meetings despite them being held in the same spot every time

Now they have someone wait outside to lead Leon inside the building

Geeta drinks straight black coffee

Alder does all the boring adult work for Iris so she can still have fun

Alder is who they typically go to for advice

Alder is the grandpa of the champions while Lance is the dad

Diantha can almost never make it to the league meetings

Diantha struggles to walk in heels despite almost only wearing them

Wallace thrives off chaos

Wallace and Steven have been friends for so long that they are almost always in sync

Lance and Clair are also almost always in sync

[shinystoneboy]

I'm totally convinced that Steven would stay at home on a stormy rainy day and would watch Netflix the whole day. And drinking a hot chocolate. Of course only when it's the rare occasion that he is at home from one of his journeys.