Alright, so here’s some more characters I’ve got done for the Pokemon story I have that I’ve entitled “So We Beat On”. They are, in fact, triplets, and the daughters of Brock and Lucy.

On the left, we have the oldest of the triplets, Roxanna. She’s a Coordinator, and is also training to become a Pokemon Stylist and working on being a Fashion Designer. She’s the most mature of her sisters, and she’s the most cool-headed. She loves Fire and Poison Pokemon, but is also pretty partial to her Gyarados and Milotic as well. Her Partner is her Vulpix (which later evolves into Ninetails).

Next is Rayna, who’s the middle of the triplets and younger than Roxanna by five minutes. She’s the free-spirited adventurer who loves risk-taking and will not back down from a dare. She’s fascinated by history and mythology, and her idols are Cynthia and Steven. The Unown that has become her partner ended up being found by her, alone in an old library she stumbled upon, and the two have become very close, and she wants to help it find its friends, knowing that it somehow had to have stumbled into their world.

And lastly we have Ruby, who is only two minutes younger than Rayna, making her the youngest. She’s the most excitable and very sweet natured, but can be a bit of a clutz. She loves Pokemon and she dreams of being a Pokemon Master one day, and to be great, like her Mom. She takes after her father in the way she flirts with pretty much any cute guy or girl that comes her way, but she comes off less…forward than Brock did. She especially loves ground and rock type Pokemon. Her Partner is Trapinch.

alas-mylove  asked:

i feel like i'm the only one who's obsessed with barbrey ryswell. i know you've predicted her future storyline in TWoW/ADoS, but can you provide more meta on her (her purpose, character, etc.?) i love her, and love to read your thoughts.

Barbrey’s one of my favorites as well, among the Big Three new characters in ADWD along with Quent and JonCon. She shares a central trait with the latter: an obsession with righting the wrongs of the Robert’s Rebellion era. They’re not alone, of course; from Doran and Oberyn to Ned and Robert himself, the memories of that time haunt the series, making themselves known in every single book. 

The grievance is a layered one for Barbrey. She lost Brandon, whom she loved; she specifically lost him to a bride from outside the North; he then died, horribly; her husband then rode off to die with Brandon’s younger brother, who in the final insult, buried him there instead of bringing him home. 

The combination of personal and cultural losses there lit a fire in Barbrey, but it also took its toll. As she tells Theon, she wanted to be a Stark, but never could, and lost so much for intertwining her life with theirs that she has accepted hating them as a sort of consolation prize. The ultimate commentary on where Barbrey’s desire to prove Rickard and Ned’s ghosts wrong has led her is that she’s Roose Bolton’s partner-in-crime. 

Well, that and her threat to prevent Ned’s bones from coming home. And so Dad will be the last Stark to do so, once Barbrey makes her peace with the past (as much as she can, anyway), which I think happens via mentoring Sansa in ADOS. Among those borne ceaselessly back into Robert’s Rebellion, I think Barbrey’s the one with the happiest ending. (There is, admittedly, very little competition.) 

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So We Beat On

A preview of my Jazz Era THG AU, loosely based off of The Great Gatsby.


(Because I didn’t post anything for Six Sentence Sunday, and because I’m excited about this story, and because why not?)


As the sinking sun casts its muted orange haze over the sardined buildings, I cup my head in my hand, balanced carefully on the edge of my knee, while I wait patiently on the back stoop. From a window propped open at the dwelling adjacent from us, music drifts down, a lazy tune I vaguely recognize only as that new music craze that’s seized the country in quite a fervor. I hear it sometimes walking down the streets on my way home from the factory, wafting out from some apartment or humming silently behind the darkened windows of the general store. Jazz, they call it.

I’m waiting for my cousin Gale, who promised to pick me up here, from this very spot, as soon as the cover of night falls. He promised me good money if I were willing to help him in this new venture of his. Good money for us all, he said. I was hesitant at first, but I would do almost anything if it meant food for my mother, and my sister, Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love.

It won’t be long now. As the last of the sun’s long rays thin out before diminishing all together, swallowed up by the blue-black cloak prickled with the first emerging specks of starlight, I wrap my father’s old hunting jacket around me. Behind me, I hear the familiar sounds of my mother cleaning the kitchen after another busy day. For a fleeting moment, guilt stabs at my heart before receding as I repeat the same yarn I’ve been telling myself all day: it’s for them. It will help us all, give us a little extra to get by. I’m doing this for them.

The low, dull chugging of an engine in the distance interrupts the low buzz of domestic life. I stand immediately, and move out until I see it: a black Ford Model T pickup. It belongs to one of Gale’s friends, Thom, who works with him on the line as butchers for the same factory I work for. Rumbling up mere feet away, Gale leans out the doorway in greeting. “Climb in the back, Catnip,” he tells me.

So here’s the main character of So We Beat On. Originally I named her Lucie, but have changed it Felicity. So, here she is, Miss Felicity Ketchum!

She’s the daughter of Ash and Serena, and is their second child. Confident, bold and ready to take on the world, she’s set out on her journey to become a Pokemon Master. Like her father in his early days, she tends to be stubborn, never giving in, and she really manages to maintain an optimistic on life, trying to find the positive things (even when she breaks down crying, she keeps trying to assure herself and others that everything will be alright, even though she can feel like she’s lying to herself). Like her Mother, she loves fashion, though hers tends to differentiate from the high world of fashion her Mom tends to fall in love with.

Driven by emotions, usually rather than logic, Felicity maintains strong emotional bonds with her Pokemon, and while this drive can come back to bite her in the ass, she tends to use it to want to help Pokemon and people in need. She could be a pretty decent leader if she’d just learn to listen to her head a little bit more, yet she never does; it’s pure instinct and emotion with her.

The strongest of all bonds she has with her Pokemon is most definitely in her partner, Riolu. They’ve been together through thick and thin, and she’s raised him from an egg, and there’s no stopping these two.

SSS 7/14: So We Beat On, Chapter 1

This chapter is FINISHED and just waiting for editing, and some other touches. YAY! I WROTE SOMETHING!

“It’s my fifth party this week. I’d go home now, if they let me. But you have to admit, the booze is prime.” I say nothing, so the blond boy rambles on. It’s clear he approves of the booze. “Not compared to last night, though,” he continues. “I ate ‘til I burst. Did you make it?”

Whether I recognize him or not, I decide right here and now that I don’t like this fellow, whoever he is. “No,” I say. “This is my first.”

He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. “A virgin?” he asks. Then he belts out a laugh at the astonished look on my face. “To speakeasies,” he explains. “You need to relax. Want to dance?” The band has started playing, some jazz tune that I don’t recognize, and around us people crowd into the center of the room to dance the Charleston.

“No thank you,” I say amid the ruckus and movement rising around us. I try to move, but every pathway is blocked.