If Stars turns out to be a third version Alola game, here’s some things I’d like to see:
-More styles of clothing for character customization. Compared to all the styles the XY protagonist had–dresses, coats, stockings, different styles of shirts and skirts, hats, and various accessories–it doesn’t feel like we got as much this time. I mean, it’s not like a tropical region like Alola has much use for coats besides on Mt. Lanakila, but it’s kinda hypocritical of our protagonist to ask Kukui if he’s cold while running about in a halter top and capris.
-Bring back Supertraining, even if it’s something you’d only get postgame. Grinding for BP for Power Items can be a pain, especially since the Battle Tree seems to be a step up from the Maison, and the Pelago takes a while.
-Plaza/PSS hybrid. While I like the Join Avenue aspects, it can be annoying trading with friends who live states away or in another country, It took me and my friend from the UK quite a bit to figure out why we weren’t showing up on each other’s Plaza.
-Our two story-mode cameos, Colress and Grimsley, should get more of a role, likely helping Nanu do some investigating of Skull/Aether. I’ve already brought this up in a prior post, but Nanu’s very vaguely implied not to trust the Aether Foundation/Team Skull, but is supposedly a lazy dude–he didn’t want to be a kahuna, Acerola pretty much gives us the impression Nanu told Kukui to piss off when he offered Nanu a spot in the Alolan E4, and he lets Team Skull run amok on the island, even to the point where they’ve taken over an entire town. But the Acerola brings it up that he’s the one protecting the wild Pokemon from TS, and instead of relying on Aether for help, just does it himself. Maybe he might’ve suspected a connection, since we do later find out he knows about the UBs and was in the International Police. Maybe he could’ve used his connections and had them send over Grimsley (a E4-level trainer would be of use in battles) and Colress (having been arrested sometime within the two year timespan for abusing a legendary Pokemon, but worked out a deal to escape prison if he helped investigate? Also, he is a scientist, so he could’ve been useful investigating the UBs)? I imagine Unova is not terribly far away from Alola, as both are part of Pokemerica.
-Plumeria and Gladion accompany you and Lillie to the UB’s world, and have the four of you come across a possessed, unhinged Guzma. (However, I think Plumie should be the one to battle him, or be the one trying to get him to come back to his senses.) Just for the additional creepiness factor. :D
-Necrozma gets more of an explanation, and possibly another form. (The fact its idle animation is beating itself in the head implies there may be something wrong with it. Like, it’s….broken or something.)
-We get more of an idea on just what happened to the pre-Gen6 dimension, because Anabel’s being in this new dimension and muttering defending the Battle Tower is incredibly vague, but still pretty disconcerting. Seriously, even if the dimension wasn’t outright destroyed like a lot of people had theorized, I have to wonder just what the hell happened there and what the full outcome was.
-Also, the possibly additional Looker from ORAS? Is he a Faller? I would presume ORAS happened recently enough since we also get Wally in the Battle Tree and he looks like he hasn’t aged a day. What’s become of possibly-Faller Looker? Did I miss something? (…Or will we find that out in a Sinnoh remake/next Gen?)
-Guzma and Gladion get a role in the postgame. (I mean, the entire mess with the Ultra Beasts was Gladion’s mother’s fault. It surprised me that he never got any major plot scenes past the raid on the Aether Foundation. Also, Guzma’s a Faller too, and was even possessed at one point.)
A request of one of my senpais.
This is like a continuation of the comic I saw in tumblr.
Prepare for a lot of angst. Maybe.
“He’s out cold…..” Siren sighed as he picked up Idle’s limp body bridal style, to take him to the nurse’s clinic.
He went his way to the clinic, taking the long route since that route is not crouded. He doesn’t want anyone to see Siren like this.
As he entered the clinic, he was greeted by the nurse.
“Hello, Siren! How can I-” she stopped, her pretty smile fading into a shocked and worried face.
“Ms. Fika. Good morning. I need you to help him.” He said, looking down at Idle with a worried face as well.
Fika, the nurse, rushed to them, leading them to an unoccupied bed. “Lay him down here. What happened?” Her cheerful voice gone, replaced by a soft caring voice.
“He was beaten up.” Siren laid Idle on the bed while Fika took all medical equiptments needed. Bandages, betadine, cotton buds, all that stuff. “I saw him being bullied behind the school so I stopped everything. He was practically begging them already.” Siren’s fist closed and tightened as he remembered how Idle looked like.
“Please, stop…. It hurts… I’m sorry…”
He could just hear his voice begging over and over again. This made Siren angry at just the thought.
“You’re so nice, Siren.” Fika said, seeming to have a blush on her face.
“Uh… Yeah… Thanks… If you would excuse me, I have something to take care of.” He said as he stood up.
“Ok…. I’ll take care of Idle for you.” Fika said, a little disappointed.
“Thank you, Ms. Fika. I could always count on you.”
“Oh, please. You’re too formal. I told you to just call me Fika.” She said.
Siren bowed and left the clinic. Fika just sighed and focused on healing Idle.
“Oh, Siren…. When will you notice my feelings for you?”
She just sighed again.
I made my way to the detention office. I am expecting that guy to be there. Or else he would suffer greater consequences.
I finally reached there in a few minutes. As I enter, I saw him stiffen in his seat.
“So…. Tell me your name, grade and section.” I said threateningly. I have to show authority and power over teens like him.
“I-I’m (random name cause I can’t think of something good) from class 3-C.”
He’s in Snazzy’s class. Huh.
“I want a valid reason why you beat him up.” I said sternly. He seems like he wants to sink into the chair.
“I-I swear, I w-was just ordered by someone!”
“I-I don’t know! I d-didn’t see their face! They just talked to me through a call b-but from their voice they appeares to be a girl!”
A girl? Who could it be? I din’t know any girl who could hate Idle.
“Fine… As the school prefect, I will suspend you for a week and you’ll be on cleaning duty for another week once you return. Understood?”
“You are dismissed.” He quickly bolted out of the room. Guess he was so scared. I’ll just go check on Idle.
Sigh…. Why do I feel like this for him? I feel sympathy for him nore than anyone else. Even more than my brothers? This feeling is so foreign….
To be continued~
So…. First part of this story.
Prepare for the feels that is soon to come in the next parts. I’m sorry in advance.
This is @valentine-reina ‘s character, Bunny. She’s ment to be a part of a game we’ll eventually get to make called NO-AIR. Hachi and Scorpio are part of the character holster. It’s a Beat’em-Up kind of game with mostly Humour and nonsense. As I said, it’s a project we eventually wanna make happen, plus, I love this character of hers. >D
Hope you guys like it!
I know it’s been a while since I posted anything here~ I’m busy with a lot of stuff, it’s hard to take some time to work on personal biz :( (I had some today because Valentine’s sick, so I spent the day at home working and caring for her.)
Rules: list 10 songs you’re currently into and tag 10 people to do the same.
1.Devo - Come back jonee 2.Dead Kennedys - Insight 3.Bobby Darin - Artificial Flowers 4.Dean Martin - My rifle, my pony and me 5.The Kinks - Destroyer 6.The animals - Dimples 7.Jack White - Three Women 8.Bobby Darin - Not for me 9.Sex Pistols - No feelings 10.The animals - Heartbreak Hotel
(untamed-german-pup) ❂ = wiping blood off their face
[[ Doing a slight reversal here so that it is Agron wiping the blood from Duro’s face! ]]
Agron felt his heart swell with absolute pride. It was not easy to stand idle and witness the beating his brother had undergone. But the times they lived in, circumstances they were forced it, required it. So seeing the determination and strength within Duro each and every time he stood up, eventually merited an applause from the others. Agron did not join in. Instead, he hastily embraced Duro, touching their foreheads together, seeing the tremble in his beloved brother’s face. He remained as close to him as possible being escorted to the medicus, who did a quick examination. He stated that Duro would need stitches and Agron informed him that he would be the one to clean him up. So he pulled a stool to sit across from his brother who was seated on the edge of the bed.
Agron dipped the cloth in a bowl of water and started to gently and carefully wipe away the blood. “You have brought honor to yourself today, Duro.” As much honor as could be found in this shit of a place. But the older brother spoke words of utmost sincerity. “And to me,” he told him with a smile, leaning forward to put his forehead against Duro’s once more. “Heart swells with fucking pride to call you dear brother.” Where as he had once threatened to disown title. It was to push Duro, terrified of separation where Agron could not protect him. But today … he proved just how resilient and strong he truly was. Agron knew it, but to see it in this way … well, he was indeed fucking proud.
Stiles manages to roll his car down the road a few extra blocks before it officially dies on him.
“Come on now, baby,” He mumbles, rubbing his hand softly along the steering wheel as he cranks the ignition again. “Don’t die on me now. We’re almost there.” Turning the key one more time, the engine begins to sputter, as if it is going to turn over and start, before shutting off again.
“Well shit.” Stiles thumps his head against his head rest and runs his hands over his face as he groans in annoyance. Of course this would happen to him, today of all days. Roscoe survived the whole ten hour drive from Seattle back to Beacon Hills but, of course, would die ten minutes from his apartment. It feels great to be back home.
Stiles reached for his phone to call his dad and let him know what happened, knowing he’ll most likely send a deputy to take Stiles home and a truck to tow his baby to the nearest, and hopefully cheapest, repair station.
“Sheriff Stilinski speaking.”
“Hey dad, it’s me.” Stiles begins to play with the graduation tassel that is hanging from his review mirror.
“Hey kiddo, what’s up? How’s unpacking the new apartment going?”
“Well see, it’s not going. Roscoe ended up dying out about ten minutes from. I was wondering if you could send someone to take me home and tow him out, please?” Stiles holds his breath, waiting for the exasperated sigh from his dad at the fact that this is happening, again.
Sheriff sighed; just like Stiles knew he would. “Only you, son. Only you. You’re lucky I got a guy just about to end his shift, I’ll send him your way so he can get you home. And I’ll call Russell to send someone to get the Jeep. Where are you?”
Stiles gives his dad his location and sits back and waits.
He’s sitting with his head on the headrest, eyes glued to the ceiling, when he hears a tapping on his window and sees beauty incarnate staring at him. Leave it to his dad to have the sexiest man on earth on his force sent out to rescue Stiles.
Pulling his keys out of the ignition, Stiles jumps out of his car and faces Mr. Sexy.
“I take it you’re who my dad sent to rescue me.” Stuffing the keys in his pocket, Stiles sticks his hand out to shake as he introduces himself. “I’m Stiles.”
“Derek,” Derek grabs his hand and shakes it firmly, a smile on his face that makes his rainbow eyes shine. “Here at your rescue. Do you want to leave now, or wait for the tow truck?” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the sleek sports car idling behind Stiles’ beat up and rusted Jeep.
“We can leave now. I have a shit ton of boxes to unpack from Seattle and Rus knows how to treat my baby, he’s been in his presence enough through the years. Let’s go.”
They get into the car, Stiles directing Derek towards his apartment. When they arrive, Derek follows Stiles out of the car and up towards his apartment, a solid presence behind Stiles the whole time.
He gets to his front door and opens it before he turns towards Derek to say goodbye and thanks for walking him to his door, which he surprised when Derek pushes past Stiles and into his apartment, inspecting the boxes pilled up around the space.
“Uh, what exactly are you doing?” He questions, confused why the – extremely sexy – guy he just met is meandering around his house like it’s his.
“I’m going to help you unpack,” Derek said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the word, which, let me tell you, it was not. “You seem like you have a lot of stuff to unpack and put away and it’ll be easier with help.”
Derek walks towards the boxes placed in front of the bookshelf and began to unpack it, pulling out books and organizing them in some random order on the shelves. Stiles continued to stand there dumbfounded, unbelieving that this was currently, actually, happening.
“Plus, this way, we can finish early and I can take you out for something to eat afterwards.”
“Like, on a date?” Stiles questioned stupidly.
“Yes, Stiles, like on a date. So get a move on with the unpacking, yeah?”